Marcus laughed with her again, scrambling to get another bottle. “Oh, hush, I’m such a gorgeous badass and you know it,” he mumbled, taking in even more of the bitter liquid.
His laugh ended abruptly when she mentioned that not everyone loved James Potter. “Really? Because in my experience most people are willing to go through hell for that bloody kid. They act like he’s a knight in some damn armor, but he’s really not.” He couldn’t help chuckled a bit at the thought of Potter as a knight - it was difficult for him to imagine the boy as anything other than the selfish git he normally was. Taking another swig of firewhiskey, Marcus lay down flat on his back. “I tried to tell him that, too. I told him that if he thought I was awful he should look at himself. He reminds me of my dad far too much to be any good to himself, or Carolynn, or anyone.”
She laughed as she downed the liquor and reached out for another one. She gave Marcus a drunken grin and rolled her eyes. “Gorgeous; maybe. Badass; No.”
Lyn laughed at the boy’s explanation and rolled her eyes once again. She took another swig before saying, “I’ve never liked him. He’s been a prick to me since I got on the train to Hogwarts and I’ve been trying to sneak in a potion for his face to be full of acne in his food but I’ve been unsuccessful. His friends can’t handle, ‘the horrid witch breathing their air’.” She took a few more swigs before joining Marcus laying on the grass.
“Oh, but look at me. Is this not the face of a badass?” he asked, putting on his best wooing face. It only lasted for a second before he started laughing again and went to finish his chocolate frog.
He nodded his head and looked into his bottle. “You know, there were a lot of times when my family could have ended up like Carolynn’s - broken. Sometimes, I think the way we are now is even worse. It’s all fake,” he said, downing the rest of his bottle before throwing it against a nearby tree and watching it shatter into a million pieces. “And then, you know, I liked Carolynn. I didn’t have to be fake with her, and I thought that she didn’t have to be fake with me, you know? But then she chose Potter - bloody perfect Potter who everyone just fucking loves. She probably made the right choice.”
“No!” Lyn laughed at the face that he made and could not even hold it for a second. It took her a few minutes to settle down before the boy started talking again.
She shrugged at his last statement, not knowing what happened to them or why Carolynn even chose Potter. She never liked James. He was a prick to her, especially when she was in her first year. She shivered at the thought and looked back at Marcus. “Not everyone loves him.” She chuckled and downed her bottle, grabbing another one as she waited for his next story.
Marcus narrowed his eyes at her, trying to hide the hint of a smile. “Don’t laugh at me, you Jigglypuff. I’m a horrible badass, remember?” he asked, surprising even himself by grinning at her.
“Well, yes. I think it’s pretty obvious that in a loony contest between you and my mum, you’d probably win,” he said, giving a bit of a laugh before downing the rest of his bottle and grabbing another. “You know, if my mum heard me even joking about her being loony, she’d throw a horrible fit. Honestly, with my parents I never really stood a chance of not having a temper. They’re both stubborn as mules, and they fight with each other all the time about the stupidest damn things. Then when they can’t reach a compromise they either try to get me to take sides or they just yell at me instead.”
The firewhiskey was obviously starting to get to him, as he was almost unable to stop himself from speaking. He never talked about his family - not even when he was sort of with Carolynn. His parents always said that private life was to be kept private, at whatever cost. Wouldn’t want to ruin the image of a perfectly pure-blooded family, now would they?
Lyn let a smirk play on her lips as she rolled her eyes and took another bite out of her chocolate frog. “I never said anything about you being a badass though!” She laughed and took another swig of her drink.
She listened to him talk about his family and somehow she started regretting inviting him over. She didn’t really plan the whole thing out. Mostly him actually getting drunk. She thought that a Slytherin like him would have a high tolerance and just enjoy the drinks. She shrugged it off and nodded as he spoke. “I can see why you’re so stubborn then.” She laughed and wondered why he was talking about his family after all she heard around the halls. The oh-so-handsome Marcus Flint heartbroken because of Carolynn McLaggen. Maybe there was more to Marcus than the prick he let’s himself seem like.
He took in more of the alcohol, wincing at the burn it left in his throat, and chuckled. “I’m just getting started, Blackwell,” he muttered. “If I just keep going on with baby insults, the big guns will come out eventually.”
Marcus rolled his eyes at her again. “That’s how my mum taught me to eat them. Are you saying that my mum was wrong?” he asked, raising his eyebrows with a slight smirk on his face.
She laughed at his lame attempt at trying to make her scared. Lyn took another swig and reached for another bottle.
She sarcastically nodded along with a pout. “Sadly, yes, she was. She’s either a loon or I’m a loon. I think that the two of us are going to go with the second option, yeah?” She laughed and took another swig of the alcohol.
“Oh, you have no idea how comforting it is to know I used to be an asshole,” he mumbled, giving her a smile that he instantly reprimanded himself for. No. She was not his friend and he wasn’t going to act like she was. Opening the bottle in his lap, he quickly gulped down at least a fourth of it to distract himself.
Wiping his mouth on the back of his hand, he raised his eyebrows at her words. “For being a ‘Puff, you have pretty good ideas, y’know,” he said, trying to get into the swing of insulting her with the jab at her house.
Watching her bite off the chocolate frog’s head, he rolled his eyes. “Do you always eat things so weird?” he asked. “Here. This is how you eat a chocolate frog properly.” Grabbing one out of the box, he held it firmly in his hand and ate off all the limbs.
She rolled his eyes and took a bottle out as well, downing at least a half of it before she could say another word. She took a deep breath and grinned at Marcus. “You could do better than it.”
Lyn shook her head, “That is not how you eat a chocolate frog properly. In fact… I wouldn’t even bother explaining because of how ignorant and stubborn you are.”
Marcus made his way, slowly, down to the black lake. He was trying to take his time, see if maybe he could talk himself out of this. Here he was, Marcus Flint, hanging out with a damn Hufflepuff. Really, something was wrong with him. Ever since Carolynn kissed Potter, he’d been as much of a mess as he thought he could be. He thought he would hit Potter, he didn’t. He thought he might hurt Carolynn, but he didn’t really do that either.
Now, he wondered if hanging out with Lyn was just going to make it worse. Before, he would have never even given the girl a second thought, but she was offering firewhiskey and chocolate frogs, which were two things he was desperately needing at the moment. If he could just convince himself that he was only going for the firewhiskey, then he’d be fine with it. But, it wasn’t that. He was going soft.
As the lake and Lyn came into view, he braced himself. This was his last chance to turn back and maybe, possibly redeem himself in some way. Once she saw him, he was going to have to stay. But, he screwed up and waited too long. She saw him when he was standing there.
“In the flesh,” he replied, coming closer and plopping himself down next to her.
She rolled her eyes and got a bottle of the alcohol out of her bag. She placed it on Marcus’ lap and laid on the grass. “Now, c’mon. Let’s not make this awkward. I’m trying to make you feel like your normal asshole self.” She looked back at him and chuckled.
“I know you just came for the whiskey and frogs but here’s another treat. Come at me with the worst insults you can come up with. If I get too angry, you can keep all of the firewhiskey to yourself. Not the frogs though. And plus, if I get furious, it’ll be a sign that you still have a little bit of the asshole in you.”
She laughed and looked back up at the stars as her free hands searched for her bag with chocolate frogs. She grabbed one out of the box, catching it as it jumped over her face and bit its head off.
Lyn made her way down the secret tunnel to Hogsmeade that a friend of hers had shown her in their fourth year. It was dusty yet the candles showing the correct path to the opening were still lit. She never really talked to this friend of hers anymore but it made her happy that the girl trusted her with this.
She lifted up the door that could be a trap door and she was suddenly in the center of the shopping center. The brunette made her way to Honeydukes to buy a bag full of sweets and back to the black lake in a jiffy.
Lyn sat by the black lake with two bags. One full of chocolate frogs and other sweets and the other full of bottles of firewhiskey. She always stacked up on things like that. It was just a matter of bad timing when she offered to try and make Flint feel as horrible as usual by letting him make fun of her. It was something she always expected with Slytherins.
She looked back and saw a figure coming closer, “Marcus?”
Oh really? What kind of potion?
It’s sort of like amortentia but you see an apparition of some sort of the person that you like/love!