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Marcus took a glance at the girl as she replied and returned to observing everyone else. He didn't quite know what to do in this situation. He knew keeping enough distance is a good as it won't scare her off, especially since Marc is an entire new person to her. "Nice today, ain't it?", he said...

Marc took the lead and took a long look around at his surroundings. He had heard many bad things about the Forbidden Forest and here he was standing in the middle of it. Taking a glance at the ashes, he noticed that it had been contained quite well. Meaning someone knew what they were doing out...

Marc thought to himself. Was really going to explore in the woods a good idea? Hogwarts called it for Forbidden Forest for a reason and it's very dangerous. He could be killed or even worse. But Saffron was a good friend of his and he weren't going to lose face. "Sure, why not". He picked up his...

Marc shook off the attack and stepped forward, whipping away the fog before him. Chuckling, he spoke. "It's actual fog. It's a wonder what you can do with wizard tech ey?", he paused for a moment. "I'd make a good evil villain, I think". He chuckled again. "You two on the other hand would be...

Marc felt sorrow for the girl. He could tell that she was a social outcast by her pure reaction alone. He sat down beside her but in attempt not to scare her, he sat a little away from her and didn't make eye contact. "I wouldn't advise sleeping out in the sun. Especially on a hot day like this...

Marc wasn't one for causing trouble unless he felt it was justified but given the situation, he assumed it would be. He had sat and watched Isabelle walk off into the forbidden forest and he knew why: Saffron was kind enough to tell Marc what she was up to and why couldn't she? Marc had no...

I think there's a reason Slytherin are kicking a** so you better used to it pretty soon because I ain't going anywhere (even if I post in my classes late) ;)

Marc had wandered around the castle numerous times. It wasn't because he loved getting lost but exploring new places would benefit him for when he had to deliver a note, guide another student or some scenario. It couldn't hurt. By this time it was almost lunch and he was starving. He trotted off...

Marc, looking over the argument with an expressionless look on his face, continued to eat his cereal without disturbing the scene. He thought it wasn't wise to get involved in a stupid racial dispute. Yes, he was mixed blood himself but he could be considered a Half blood by the way his family...

Now it just sounds creepy....

Chuckling at how early he had managed to get to class, Marc followed Saffron inside the classroom. He assumed he made a good first impression on Saffron. He wasn't one to rub his personality in other people's faces but he does hope that they didn't hate him. The only person in the world Marc...

Nodding in agreement, Marc replied: "Yeah the weekend sounds good. I've got nothing going on". Listening to Saffron's every word carefully, he chuckled when he discovered her plans with Isabelle. His goal had been achieved: He had made her feel comfortable enough to tell him something that may...

[hr] T h e_ B a s i c s Full name Marcus King, Birthdate November 1st 2023, Hometown Manchester, UK, Blood Status Mixed Blood, Wand Oak 14 3/4 Essence of Raven Feather. Hogwarts House Slytherin () [hr]A p p e a r a n c e Hair Marcus has dark brown short hair that is regularly washed and...

"Well thanks, I guess", Marc never found himself a fighter but it could be a possibility. He prefered to work behind the scenes at things and be the smart one behind the whole operation but perhaps leading in a slight direction towards dueling couldn't do him any harm. In fact it could come in...

Marc had to think in his head for a split second about that question. "No one,, he chuckled, "Just made it up on the spot. But I made you believe I'm practised, right?". He smirked humourously at Saffron. By this point, Marc can only assume that she could feel comfortable around him. "Do you sit...

Marc paused for a minute before replying. Did Saffron understand the concept of humour? He meant it as a joke but he guessed she took it the wrong way. "Anyway, where did you learn to duel like that? Not many people our age know how to. I've never been good at it myself but I know the basics"...

Marc, stunned by how much he missed his legs, began to stretch them. He could see that Saffron was pleased with herself and that's all that he wanted. Leaning against the opposite wall, Marc looked over and chuckled a little. When offered the chance to duel he replied, "Maybe another time...

I'll ignore the fact you spelt Protego wrong ;) Marcus, nearly tripping over, held his position as his legs were tightly locked to one another. He attempted to wriggle his way out of it but he knew eventually that he couldn't. He looked at Saffron with a smug face and said, "Well done, I...

Lying facedown in the floor, Marc jumped back up with his wand still at hand. Taking a brief scan of her stance position, he jumped to the left and flung his wand into position; shouting, "Stupefy!" He took note of any people around him and got himself mentally prepared.