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Name: Marcus Massey House: Hufflepuff

Marcus Massey Date of Birth: September 1, 2048 Astrological Sign: Virgo Hair Color/Length: Short, straight, chocolate brown Eyes: Dark Brown, almost black Face: Sharp square Height: 5 foot 2 Clothing Style: Marcus wears hoodies, ripped jeans, and all black whenever he can Favorites...

Marc was still studying her. "Don't apologize," He countered. "Doesn't mean its bad," He tried to knock his knee against hers. "Don't ever be sorry for who you are. It's what makes you interesting." He shrugged like it was obvious. "Sides, you've got one now, don't you?" He gave her a half of a...

Marcus considered her question. "I'm not sure I really care," He shrugged. "Lessons are lessons and lessons are annoying," He countered. He just stuck his hands in his pockets and leaned back on the back legs of his chair, looking at her. "You're almost like... annoyingly chipper," He commented...

Marc blinked. Huh. She wasn't... annoyingly cheerful. That was a first. He took another bite of his food. "Alright," He offered after a bit, "That wouldn't be terrible." He shrugged, looking back to his plate. "Do you like anything other than magic tricks you like?" He offered, trying to get her...

Marcus blinked, mildly impressed. There was probably some trick to it. "Well done," He gave her half a smile. "Know any other tricks?" He questioned, his attention more on her now. He'd admit it, she'd caught his attention. He didn't really care for magic normally, but she had a sparkle in her...

Marc didn't comment, letting her talk about her siblings. He wished he was the oldest; then he wouldn't be in this mess. But he wasn't, so instead he just kept quiet, munching on his breakfast. When she offered to let him pick a card, he reached out, running his finger over the deck before...

Marcus was involved in this conversation now, somehow. He should at least attempt to reply. He was still slow about it, though, eating a bit more of his food. "Nah. Mum's a witch, but dad's muggle. Didn't know until my magic showed up," He offered. "You do magic tricks?" He asked, thinking that...

Marc looked up from his breakfast, looking over the girl and considering her before he spoke. "Yeah," He offered, before taking another bite of his food. He was slow to respond, but decided he might as well. He didn't have anything better to do, anyway. "You?" He questioned, playing with his food.

Marc was content to eat on his own. He looked up, mouth full of breakfast, when he heard someone speak. He considered a moment, chewing slowly as he looked her over. He shrugged, not caring if she sat or not, but he didn't stop her either. He just motioned to the seat with the fork and went back...

Marc was already over this. He was just as invisible in this school as he'd been when he was home. He'd stuck around in the Great Hall just long enough to snag some food before he'd taken off again, breakfast in hand, and found his way to the empty students lounge. It was close to his common...