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Birthday Countdown: 2 days
Christmas Eve Countdown: 6 days

I'm thinking I'll go see TTT today, maybe. If I'm not online tonight, you'll know where I am.

I woke up with another headache this morning.Nice. Despite physical crappiness, I'm in a fairly good mood. Possibly in part because three windows over, Fleur and I are RPing girl!Marcus and Penelope Clearwater snarking at each other.

Right. Just reserved tickets for tonight's showing of TTT, so I'll be gone between And! More girl!Marcus RP, this time with stoptocheer playing the role of Penelope Clearwater, and femgeek as Marcus.

Marcus: **walks into the girl's toilets, looking a bit sullen and stressed**
Penelope: :: looks at her in the mirror, raising an eyebrow and tossing her hair a little::
Marcus: **nods at her** Penelope.
Penelope: :: rolls her eyes and ignores her, reapplying her makeup::
Marcus: **goes over to the sink, running the water, splashing some on her face and wrists**
Penelope: :: glares at her:: Excuse me, you are splashing water on me. :: strokes the water off her robes, irritated::
Marcus: **drying off her face and hands on a towel** Oh, I'm terribly sorry, did you get a droplet on you? How aweful of me.
Marcus: ((Mmmm, sarcastic!chick. I want girl!Marcus, suddenly.))
Penelope: :: narrows her eyes:: Really. You're no less obnoxious as a girl, how reassuring.
Marcus: Glad to be of service. So how's your boyfriend doing these days? Still too stuck up to go down on you?
Penelope: As if it's any of your business! :: glares at her::
Penelope: ((Ahahaha! Jess, about the possibility of D. Oliver and Percy arguing without Cedric around: "What now? We've never argued this far before without Cedric to stop us!!" "... I don't know. Cup of tea?"))
Marcus: **grins** You poor thing, you must be getting terribly frustrated.
Marcus: ((**cracks up** I LOVE them!))
Penelope: I imagine you'd know all about that, hmm? Had to change your sex to get someone to touch you. :: smirks at her in the mirror::
Penelope: ((More quotage: Penelope: No, none at all. Um. But Katie had a... um... cook-book? Yesterday.
marcus_flint1: Okay. Where does she keep it? That might help.
Penelope: Uh... In the kitchen.
marcus_flint1: Where in the kitchen, though?
Penelope: On a shelf.
marcus_flint1: :: repeats "On a shelf," gets up, and goes into the kitchen:: No idea which shelf?
Penelope: Well, yes, one of the ones in the kitchen. ))
Marcus: **shrugs** I seem to recall you didn't exactly mind me touching you ...
Marcus: ((Ahahaha! I love Oliver.))
Penelope: :: reddens:: I would rather not discuss that.
Marcus: **comes up behind Penny, smirking at her in the mirror** You know, if I wasn't taken, I could help you ... release some tension.
Marcus: ((God, she is SUCH A FUCKING CLICHE"!))
Penelope: :: narrows her eyes:: Oh, but you are taken.
Marcus: *grins** Unfortunately for you. **runs a finger down Penny's side** Although I could ask Oliver if he'd mind.
Penelope: :: jumps:: Take your hand off me.
Marcus: **grins wider** That's not what you used to say.
Penelope: Things are different now, aren't they.
Marcus: ((... Marcus? This whole "I'm straight, but because I'm a girl now, it's directed towards blokes" defense of yours? It's crumbling.))
Penelope: ((*squeals* He so wants Penny. And then everything collapses and there'll be O/P! ... er, yes.))
Marcus: ((EVIL!))
Marcus: ((Besides, he's just fucking with her mind.))
Penelope: ((*snaps fingers* And here I had thoughts of girlslash. Speaking of which, my Penny? looks like that dark-haired Hufflepuff we see a few times in the movie, most notably standing beside Ernie and Justin in the final scene.))
Marcus: ((... Can't imagine her. Shall have to look for her when I next see the movie.))
Penelope: ((And I'll find a pic))
Marcus: Different how? Because you've got a boyfriend who won't put out?
Penelope: It's none of your business, you know.
Marcus: Tsk. Penny, I'm hurt. And here I thought we had something special.
Penelope: You thought wrong.
Marcus: Apparently so. Does that mean a double date is out of the question?
Marcus: ((What is she doing and why is she doing it, dammit?))
Penelope: Now, see, I would, but I find Wood so mind-numbingly idiotic after thirty seconds...
Marcus: Funny, that. I find the Weasel bores me to death after just twenty seconds.
Penelope: Ah, yes. By the time he uses the first word longer than 'broomstick', I imagine.
Marcus: The way he acts, you'd think he has one up his arse.
Marcus: ((And thank you, Oliver Wood, for the fact that that has ceased to be a purely metaphorical expression.))
Penelope: :: raises an eyebrow:: Now, now, talk like a lady...
Marcus: I may be a girl, Penny, but I'm not a lady.
Penelope: ((Oliver: "Hey, no problem." *beams*))
Penelope: Oh, trust me. That's perfectly clear. :: turns around, smiling:: In a closet, hmm? How perfectly fitting.
Marcus: **grins** At least my boyfriend knows how to treat a woman.
Penelope: :: dryly:: Oh yes. He's the perfect gentleman.
Marcus: **shrugs** I think he's perfect.
Marcus: ((**hits self with lamp**))
Penelope: :: laughs:: Oh, that is classic.
Marcus: **narrows her eyes at Penelope** Why don't you stop being such a fucking bitch, Penny? **starts walking towards the door**
Penelope: :: clucks her tongue:: I wouldn't be getting to you, would I, dear?
Marcus: **turns around** Don't call me 'dear'. And don't ever insult my boyfriend, bitch.
Penelope: :: starts laughing helplessly::
Marcus: **stomps out**

And also, starring femgeek as Marcus and stoptocheer as Percy:

Percy: :: hurrying back toward Gryffindor Tower after dinner, paying very little attention to his surroundings::
Marcus: **rounds a corner, nearly bumping into Percy** Hey!
Marcus: Watch where you're going!
Percy: :: raises his eyes and glares:: Ten points from Slytherin. :: steps past her::
Marcus: **calling after him** Weasley!
Percy: :: pauses, without turning:: Yes?
Percy: ((Ahahahaha! From my other window: Percy: "Shut up." Oliver: "YOU shut up." Cedric: "Both of you shut up and cuddle me.")
Marcus: **looking down** Um. Do you know if Oliver's all right?
Percy: I hardly think that's any of your business. Good night.
Marcus: *angry** I think it is my business whether my boyfriend is all right or not!
Percy: Ah. And your ex-boyfriend?
Marcus: **goes a little pale** What?
Percy: :: smiles to himself:: You heard me, I believe.
Marcus: Why didn't he tell me this himself, then? I don't believe you.
Percy: :: sighs:: If you must know, dear Oliver had a rather upsetting conversation with one of your little thugs. I'd advise you to leave him alone.
Marcus: Wh-- Adrian? I'll fucking KILL the bastard.
Percy: :: tuts:: Implied violence, twenty points from Slytherin.
Marcus: **glares at him, fists clenching** Why don't you bugger off, Weasley?
Percy: Rudeness to the Head Boy. Another five.
Marcus: Anything else you'd like to take off points for? Because really, right now, it's a nice distraction.
Percy: Making my best friend cry, that should be worth at least another hundred.
Marcus: I didn't fucking make him cry! I don't know what Adrian said to him, but ... **makes a helpless gesture** Just. Forget. You won't believe anything I say anyway.
Percy: How right you are.
Marcus: Can you at least tell me what Adrian told Oliver?
Percy: Perhaps you'd be better off asking Adrian yourself?
Marcus: **laughs shortly** Right. Because that bastard would give anyone a truthful answer.
Percy: He's a Slytherin. What could one expect?
Marcus: Maybe you heard a different Sorting Hat song than I did, Weasley, but what aldns someone in Slytherin is ambition, not evilness or whatever you people think we are. Not all Slytherins lie and cheat.
Percy: Hm, perhaps it's just you and your fellow Quidditch goons that give the remainder of the house a bad name.
Marcus: Yeah, whatever, just. **looks him in the eyes** Are you really concerned about Oliver, or do you just enjoy the chance to tell him "Told you so"?
Percy: :: raises an eyebrow:: Ah. I'm about to receive a lecture from someone who has known Oliver less than a month, when I've been close to him for seven years.
Marcus: That doesn't give you the right to tell me to leave him alone. You can't just decide what's best foir him.
Percy: You've hurt him. Not sure if that can penetrate your trollish mind, so I'll spell it out for you. He's upset. Leave him alone.
Marcus: **clenches his jaw** Fine. I'll leave him alone. **turns around and starts to leave**
Percy: :: smirks and continues his way toward the Tower::

And as we speak, we're RPing Ter bitching out Oliver for making Marcus cry. Oi vey.

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