Oooh, sorry for the long absence, folks. Final-year exams, a nasty case of RSI, and general busyness conspired to keep us away from Sporfle HQ. Hopefully we can now resume a more-or-less normal service.
Today we have A Smile From Slytherin, by Harlequin Girl. It features that rare beast, a Marcus-Flint-Stu. Also, I feel the Sue's name, Mayella, may have been stolen from To Kill A Mockingbird. There are only two chapters up, but I'm already being distinctly weirded out by Marcus' relationship with his sister.
He thrived in the air, loved heights, loved to fly and anything that included a broom. That was his specialty.
I usually did that. Put on a faux facade of enjoyment for him.
Unlike those real facades you get sometimes.
Marcus was not one to be the impassive Slytherin statue like most of us though. No, if it wasn’t his smirk it was a grin or a scowl or a sneer.
Anger was a constant companion to the muscular mass of smooth skin and the occasional five o’clock shadow of Marcus’s features.
Note: "muscular mass of smooth skin" is just an unpleasant phrase. It makes me think of tumours.
One thing I didn’t have was my own brothel liked my brother seemed to own
Oh boo hoo.
It was obvious he didn’t run a comb through his hair as a large blotch still stuck up and his shirt wasn’t tucked in that casual dishevelness of his he’d grown to be trademarked for.
I quickly nodded, smiling smally.
By reflex, I stuck my butt out and in retrospect my chest out as well, patting away the dirt. “How is it?” I asked then bolted my body back to it’s default position which did not include my butt sticking out for Oliver to have a perfect view of.
I bit my lip, thinking that if they started something Oliver would surely tell my brother that I was leading him on with my butt talk
I heard a very loud strawberry blonde who spoke with her hands talking to her raven haired friend.
So... she was doing noisy sign language?
“Oh I do?” Wendy said looking at her tacky shirt probably Madame Malkin’s “off the wand” design which everyone knew was for poor people.
I wasn’t evil just because a couple families in my House had relations with the Dark Lord.
He looked furious and his wrinkles were lined with anger