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Marcus: **is sitting in the library, surrounded by a stack of books, flipping through them one by one, looking for something**
Oliver: :: comes into the library, smiling and talking to Cedric absently over his shoulder::
Marcus: **looks up, notices Oliver come in, and tries to hide behind the books**
Oliver: :: spins around to face Cedric, waving his arms importantly, caught up in explaining a Quidditch play::
Marcus: **continues to flip through the books, looking more and more disenhearted**
Oliver: :: finally turns around and sees Marcus, ignoring him and going over to another table, pulling Cedric down to sit beside him::
Marcus: **glances over to Oliver and Cedric, then looks away before either of them sees him watching** **sighs and picks up another book**
Oliver: :: Cedric nudges Oliver and tilts his head towards Marcus, and Oliver scowls at him, refusing to look::
Marcus: **pointedly Does Not Look at Oliver**
Oliver: :: gets back into his discussion of Quidditch tactics with Cedric, going back to grinning and talking loudly::
Marcus: **frowns, glaring at where Oliver and Cedric are sitting**
Oliver: :: Cedric shushes Oliver a little bit, which is impossible when Oliver's on about Quidditch, so Oliver keeps going on::
Marcus: **snaps** Do you *mind*? This is a fucking library, not a pub.
Oliver: :: turns to look at him, scowling:: Talking about important things. If you've got a problem with that, then leave!
Marcus: It's a *library*, Wood. You're *supposed* to be quiet in here. Why don't *you* leave?
Oliver: :: glares:: I don't want to.
:: Cedric sighs and puts a hand on Oliver's arm. "Just leave him, Ol."::
Marcus: **turning to the books again** Best listen to him, Wood, he's the smart one.
Oliver: :: mutters:: Fuckin' bastard.
Marcus: **muttering too** Yes, you are.
Oliver: :: Cedric, annoyed: "Can you please just both stop it?"::
Marcus: He started it!
Oliver: :: Cedric scowls and stands up. "How about you two send me an owl when you stop being five years old." And he storms out of the library::
Marcus: **stares after Cedric -- oops -- then shrugs and goes back to the books**
Oliver: :: goes back to staring at the table, wanting to give Cedric a head start before he leaves as well::
Marcus: **sneaks a glance at Oliver under his lashes**
Oliver: :: stands up after a while, not looking at Marcus and starts towards the door::
Marcus: **muttering** Good riddance.
Oliver: :: hears and looks back to glare before continuing::
Marcus: **slams the book he was holding closed and on the table, causing a stack of books to fall to the ground**
Oliver: :: leaves the library, ignoring him::
In other news, Marcus has decided to claim At Seventeen as "his (her?) song".
at seventeen
Joni MitchellI learned the truth at seventeen
And those of us with ravaged faces
That love was meant for beauty queens
And high school girls with clear skinned smiles
Who married young and then retired
The valentines I never knew
The Friday night charades of youth
Were spent on one more beautiful
At seventeen I learned the truth...
Lacking in the social graces
Desperately remained at home
Inventing lovers on the phone
Who called to say "come dance with me"
And murmured vague obscenities
It isn't all it seems at seventeen... A brown eyed girl in hand me downs
Whose name I never could pronounce
Said: "Pity please the ones who serve
They only get what they deserve"
The rich relationed hometown queen
Marries into what she needs
With a guarantee of company
And haven for the elderly... So remember those who win the game
Lose the love they sought to gain
In debitures of quality and dubious integrity
Their small-town eyes will gape at you
In dull surprise when payment due
Exceeds accounts received at seventeen... To those of us who knew the pain
Of valentines that never came
And those whose names were never called
When choosing sides for basketball
It was long ago and far away
the world was younger than today
when dreams were all they gave for free
to ugly duckling girls like me... We all play the game, and when we dare
We cheat ourselves at solitaire
Inventing lovers on the phone
Repenting other lives unknown
That call and say: "Come on, dance with me"
And murmur vague obscenities
At ugly girls like me, at seventeen...
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And well, yes. Not only does Cedric have to deal with stupid!Marcus and stupid!Oliver, he's also going to die.
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And Cedric is not dying in this AU. Because I said so.
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But yay, alive!Cedric, which is always spiffy.
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