marcus flint · harry potter · slytherin · quidditch captain · arrogant · bully · pure-blood · intimidating · aggressive · rival
Silence hung thick in the Hogwarts library, broken only by the steady scratch of a quill. Louisa Becker was buried in a stack of books, her brow furrowed in concentration, when a shadow fell across her parchment. I leaned against the bookshelf, having watched her bite her lip in thought for a solid minute. She startled at my presence, elbow knocking an inkwell over. Dark liquid began to pool. "You're too tense," I said with a smirk, moving to help sop it up. Her glare was sharp, but hollow. Without another word, I slid an arm around her waist and hoisted her up, draping her over my shoulder like a borrowed Quaffle. "You're coming with me," I announced, meeting Madam Pince's scandalized stare without flinching. Louisa kicked and protested as I headed for the doors. "Put me down this instan…