Post by Marcus Flint on Oct 22, 2009 21:08:51 GMT -5
T he common room was eerily empty. It seems everyone else (and their mother) seemed to think being in closed doors was too much to handle. Like....as if air and the breath of freshly cut green grass was the reason for living. Marcus was not so optimistic . He would lazily waltz right into the room not giving a care if being indoors today would classify him as anit-social or maybe even a hermit. His deep brown eyes would catch a glimpse outside through a nearby window in the sitting area and think possbily a ride on his broom sounded quite pleasant. Never enough practice for Quidditch would be the boy's motto and positive attitude towards this option. But thus, Mark gave into option number two - laziness.
His body heavly landed on one of the large black leather couches in the common room with an unknown object clutched at hand. Perhaps a book was in his hand? No, too Ravenclaw. Maybe a treat or two. Ha, highly unlikely and if the sorting hat would ever have done such a hateful thing as placing him in that house.....why, the boy might have just shot himself. Muggle speaking talk of course. His writer would naturally utter out that comment, but maybe Flint here would go with a phrase dealing with conducting a killing curse and whatnot. Who knows...the night is still young....
So back to Marcus on the couch - and instead of having something educational or nutritious at hand, a nifty muggle inspired product lay firmly in the fifth year's left hand. No, this was no IPod folks. The Flints do not roll that way (as do other pureblooded families these days). Muggle artifacts and devices were a no-no in these parts and so Flint's writer will just say the object in his calloused hand was a wizard made product. Not made in China, made in Diagon Alley.
His magical music device consisted of music ranging from the hottest and latest wizard band acts yet to even a few....muggle rock songs. Yes, I know - I was shocked as well but Mark here needed to add some flava to his rep. Old skool jams from Led & Aerosmith just screamed awesome. Insert a cocky smirk from Mr. Flint here with a dash of some boyish good looks. How ironic seeing as well.....the Flints were anything buy attractive. Marky just got off easy I suppose, so thank mother nature there ladies.
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`notes;; very first post coming straight from flint.
`words;; five hundred-eighty six.
`listening to;; i gotta feeling. - black eye peas.
`lyrics used;; use somebody - kings of leon
`graphics by;; rora @ hos
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