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@martenclaes
Rolling her eyes at his reply, Genevieve responded with a shrug as she replied, “You suit the cupboard. Perhaps it should be your new home.”
“Thank you, Gen, but no thanks.” He crossed his arms over his chest and peered down at her, “I quite like the home that I have already. ---- I haven’t seen you in awhile. I was starting to miss your charming personality.”
“Yes. Now would you please stop sending me owls for things like this?”
“I needed somebody to be a look out,” Marten defended as he stepped out of the broom closet, “McGonagall is getting into me about skiving off from my classes. She nearly busted me.”
Raising an eyebrow at Marten, Genevieve shook her head at him leaving the cupboard as she replied with a small smirk, “Perhaps you should stay in there. It’s rather fitting for the likes of you.”
“Likes of me?” He asked, shutting the door behind him, “What could you possibly mean by that, Genevieve?” He asked teasingly, raising an eyebrow in her direction.
Severus rolled his eyes. “They’re gone. And I won’t tell if you don’t.” Severus himself had been occasionally skipping class. It didn’t really matter, he hardly payed attention anyway.
“Deal.” Marten said easily. He turned to face Severus, “Don’t think we’ve met before.” He offered out a hand, “I’m Marten.”
“Claes–I see you’ve finally found some more appropriate living quarters.”
“Oh this?” Marten asked breezily. He stepped out of the closet and glanced side to side to make sure that the coast was clear. After he had determined that he was safe, he turned back to Diedrick. His tone morphed into one of careless teasing. It was the approach he usually adopted with Diedrick. Like the other Hogwarts students, Diedrick seemed to care a lot about blood status. “I’m only here temporarily. I needed a hiding spot.”
ms-bella-black
Once he’d spoken a small wave of relief washed over her as she realised he was right. She hadn’t ever looked at anyone and been able to tell whether they were high or not, so she figured most people in the room couldn’t, except perhaps him.
A small grin appeared on her face as the smell of breakfast distracted her once again and she turned back to her plate of food, using her knife and fork to make herself a breakfast toasted sandwich, cutting it into small triangles and taking a bite, unable to stop her from audible moaning in pleasure, rather loudly, as she took her first bite.
“Oh my god.” She looked at him once she swallowed like he was the only person in the room, like he was the mona lisa, hell like he was the messiah even. She’d never looked at Rodolphus so adoringly in her life and once he entered her mind she thought - fuck Rodolphus, he’s never made anything taste this good.
She took another sip of pumpkin juice and eyed a fresh bowl of plump, red strawberries, taking one and biting off half of it, her teeth biting into her stained lip again as she looked across at him and started laughing again.
“If this becomes a regular occurrence I may end up rather plump.” She said and pouted playfully before eating the other half of her strawberry and eyeing the rest of her sandwich in delight.
“Does it make anything taste bad?” She asked curiously and rested her elbows on the table, which her mother would have whacked her for if she were there, but Bella felt too dazed at the moment to worry about proper table etiquette.
Bellatrix’s reaction to her first bite of food was anything but disappointing. She seemed completely surprised by the taste and he found enjoyment in watching the small changes in her facial expression. They made eye contact once she swallowed and Marten was a little surprised by the look in her eye. The way that she looked at him was intense, but in a good way. His eyes flickered down to the strawberries and he couldn’t stop the small smirk that graced his features when he watched her bite into it.
After a split second he tore his gaze away. There was only so long that you could stare at a girl before it got weird. He took another bite from his banana and tapped his foot on the ground. After carefully chewing, and then swallowing, he set down the banana and reached for his toast. He grabbed his knife and began to butter up the top side.
“There’s nothing wrong with being a little plump,” Marten said playfully, bringing the toast to his mouth. He took a small bite and then set it back down, reaching for his pumpkin juice. At Bellatrix’s next question, he laughed and shook his head, ‘Definitely no. It makes everything taste better. It also makes music sound a lot better, if you ask me. -- Speaking of music, what kind do you listen to?”
The head that suddenly popped out of a broom closet startled the crap out of Mei, and she jumped almost a foot in the air. “Merlin!” she exclaimed. After a moment, she composed himself and looked at the person, who appeared to be Marten. “What on Earth are you doing in there?”
“Hiding from McGonagall,” He explained, stepping completely out of the closet, “I skivved off her class today and I didn’t want her to see me.” He peered down the corridor, “I think she’s gone, though.”
first encounters: pan & marten
“Yes, just watch me. If you get hurt, it’s not my fault,” she said pointedly, looking at him sharply. “Anyhow, I’m sure you’ll do fine. I’ve never caused anything that was capable of killing before.” She pursed her lips. “Although I suppose there’s a first time for everything.”
The way he said his name almost made it sound like he was just speaking through his nose, but Pan chalked it up to his nationality. All of her tutors had sounded the same, although much more prim about it. Somehow, she felt she liked Marten’s natural way of speaking much better than the forced properness of Madame Pouselle or Monsieur de Verres. But when he told her he would call her by her full name, some spark of self-preservation hit her and nearly made her choke. “Please don’t,” she asked him politely, although her tone brooked no argument. That name was said in the home and nowhere else if she could help it. She ignored his compliment, knowing that while it was the truth, she still didn’t care. “I usually perform them in the kitchens. I think the house elves find them interesting, although they hide behind counters just in case.”
“Sounds good.” He said agreeably. He wasn’t really too worried about these experiments. After all, how dangerous could they really be? He shrugged his shoulders, “I hope the first time doesn’t happen with me.”
Marten was a bit surprised by the force in her tone when she asked that he not use her full name. Touchy subject, it seemed. He nodded easily, “No problem. Pan’s a good name too.” He wasn’t the type to push against a request like that. If she wanted to be called by her nickname, then who was he to argue? He uncrossed his arms and stuffed his hands into the pockets of his trousers, “Let’s head to the kitchens, then. It’ll be nice to see the house elves. I’d never seen them before I came to Hogwarts.”
Francois peeked out from the rather large plant he had been crouched behind. “I think so, mate. How was I supposed to know she was dating the large Gryffindor?” He stumbled out from behind the leafy decor and fixed his hair. “Although my taunting him in front of his friends likely did nothing to help the situation,” he chuckled.
“You should have left him alone,” Marten admonished lightly, stepping completely out from the broom closet he’d been hiding in. He shut the door and turned to his friend, “You were flirting with his girl.”
“Have you ever noticed that the new DADA professor comes into class over ten minutes late each time? I think it’s a Hogwarts rule that you’re able to get up and leave if they’re not in the classroom within the first half of the class. Anyone willing to walk out with me on Thursday?”
“I will, I’m always trying to skip class.” Marten said, his eyes flickering over towards the girl. He was always looking for an excuse to leave class early. “I’m Marten, by the way. Have we met?”
“Nope. Better stay in that broom cupboard.”
Marten glanced back over his shoulder, making a face. He really didn’t want to go back into the broom closet. He was currently skiving off of his Transfiguration class and had nearly ran right into Professor Dumbledore. He’d already spoken with the Headmaster once for not going to class and he really didn’t want to repeat the experience. Still, he glanced back out. “Are you sure? I don’t see anybody.”
“Note to self, next time I think about breaking apart two dueling first years, don’t.”
“First years did that to you?” Marten’s eyebrows lifted in surprise. This wasn’t the first person he’d come across who had seemingly been injured by first years. Bellatrix had told him that she’d been knocked down the stairs by a few. He snorted, “You’ve got some vicious kids at this school.”
Though Emma hadn’t known him for all too long, her general impression of Marten was that of a good guy–someone who at least tried his best to hide it when he stared at a girl like that. Her first guess was that he might just not know how to do it subtly, and she couldn’t help but crack a little smile. At first, she hadn’t wanted to say anything, probably because she didn’t mind, but if he was ever going to have this with girls who didn’t take it as lightly as she did, he was going to be in trouble. “Marten, don’t take this the wrong way, but you need to work on your staring. Try to pretend like you’re looking at the floor, or an object just behind my shoulder.” She suggested in a friendly way.
When he started explaining the concept of movies, Emma cocked her head sideways in interest. Muggle inventions might’ve not been magical, but they were still incredibly intriguing. “Getting to watch a book..” She repeated, genuinely interested in the topic. She’d love to see some of her favorite books played out with actual people. “Wouldn’t that take an awfully long time, though? Especially with long books, I imagine those would take days to play out at the very minimum.” She questioned, before letting her lips curl up into a grin at the mention of Peter Pan. “I might just do that, yes.”
A soft giggle escaped her mouth when she noticed how visibly impressed Marten seemed to be with her draining of the cup, which was a sign that she was slowly but surely getting drunk. “Unfortunately, I have quite a few years of practice with these beverages.” She spoke the words with a chuckle but was fully aware of just how unhealthy these habits of hers were. Emma just needed to take the edge off things sometimes. Most of the time. When the boy reached towards his bag, she had to stop herself from giggling again. A green fanny pack to match his outfit. It was quite ridiculous, and she would’ve made a comment about it if she wasn’t too occupied with the contents of the bag. “Would I ever.” She replied. “Though I haven’t had any in quite a long time–it’s not exactly easy to get if you’re not familiar with the Muggle world.”
Marten began to laugh, unable to help himself. He’d just gotten called out for not staring subtly enough. At least she didn’t seem upset. If anything, she seemed to find it funny. He paused, considering his next sentence carefully. Emma was a very pretty girl after all and if he was going to flirt then he had to make sure he was at his best. He shrugged his shoulders, “My apologies.” His lips twisted into the faintest hint of a smirk, “I’m normally a lot better at hiding it. You just surprised me, is all. You look good in the costume.”
Marten was pleased to see that she seemed to be interested in the concept of a movie. As she should, he thought. Movies were one of the greatest innovations to come about, in his opinion. At her question, he shook his head, “Well, it costs a lot of money to make a good movie so they’re usually about two hours long. You’d love them, though. They’re fantastic.”
“I used to drink more, when I was a bit younger.” He commented. When he’d left the orphanage and moved into his house, it had taken him some time to adjust to all of the freedom and the complete lack of supervision. “Not so much anymore, though. I’m a bit of a lightweight now.” Marten reached back into his bag once more and withdrew from it a small baggy. He shook it for a second and then opened it up. He began to pinch small amounts of the herb inside and started packing it into the pipe. As he did this, he looked up towards Emma. “Well, luckily for you, I am very familiar with the muggle world. If you ever want any, let me know.” By the time he’d finished his sentence he had finished loading the bowl. He passed it towards Emma, along with a lighter. “Ladies first.”
Rosie & Open
Rosemond was a bit disappointed with Marten’s simple reply, but she understood the fact that some people didn’t enjoy discussing their childhoods. She simply loved understanding where people came from and what circumstances influenced them to become the people they grew into. Not necessarily for any reason, except that she truly loved humanity and seeing the different aspects of it. Society ran much a machine, and she enjoyed learning about all of its parts. Thus, the ‘Claw in her was disappointed (she did feel a twinge of guilt in her disappointment), but she replied simply, “I’m sorry.” After a moment she added, “If it means anything to you, mine wasn’t entirely easy either.” Rose gave Marten a small smile. “Though I’ve yet to meet someone who actually grew up in sunshine and daisies.”
Marten continued to gaze in Rosemond’s direction, nodding in response to what she was saying. He crossed his arms over his shoulder and smiled briefly, “Neither have I. I guess life is just shitty for everyone.” He stepped to the side a little, moving out of the way to avoid a crowd of his drunken classmates. He still couldn’t believe how extravagant this party was. He thought about the village nearby and wondered if they had any clue about the enormous party taking place right under their nose. His eyes slipped back over to Rosemond and he laughed, “So, is every Hogwarts party this big?”
Rosie & Open
Rosemond was a bit disappointed with Marten’s simple reply, but she understood the fact that some people didn’t enjoy discussing their childhoods. She simply loved understanding where people came from and what circumstances influenced them to become the people they grew into. Not necessarily for any reason, except that she truly loved humanity and seeing the different aspects of it. Society ran much a machine, and she enjoyed learning about all of its parts. Thus, the ‘Claw in her was disappointed (she did feel a twinge of guilt in her disappointment), but she replied simply, “I’m sorry.” After a moment she added, “If it means anything to you, mine wasn’t entirely easy either.” Rose gave Marten a small smile. “Though I’ve yet to meet someone who actually grew up in sunshine and daisies.”
Marten continued to gaze in Rosemond’s direction, nodding in response to what she was saying. He crossed his arms over his shoulder and smiled briefly, “Neither have I. I guess life is just shitty for everyone.” He stepped to the side a little, moving out of the way to avoid a crowd of his drunken classmates. He still couldn’t believe how extravagant this party was. He thought about the village nearby and wondered if they had any clue about the enormous party taking place right under their nose. His eyes slipped back over to Rosemond and he laughed, “So, is every Hogwarts party this big?”
"Are they gone yet?”
Mei, truth be told, did disagree with Marten on that point. Charms could be, and were, useful, but Potions was just as important, if not as applicable. And Transfiguration was always helpful. “I guess it’s one of the most useful classes,” she said, “But many of the others are just as helpful, in my opinion. So, is Charms also your favorite class?” She followed Marten to another corridor, and Marten’s pace began to slow. “I agree,” she added, “I feel like things at Beauxbatons were-easier, if that makes sense. Here, it seems that there’s a sort of weight behind everything. But yes, some of the people are quite-cool.” She laughed softly at his statement. “Don’t mention that to them-the Slytherins, right? They take blood status really seriously here, it’s quite foreign.”
“Yep.” Marten said, popping the p sound at the end of his word. He didn’t really say much more on the subject. He was not a man of many words and he was sure that Mei knew that. They had attended school together for years, after all, so they were at the least aware of the other’s reputation. From what he knew about Mei, she seemed to be a typical overachiever, which was probably why they had never progressed beyond acquaintanceship. Of course, he did feel a certain kinship with her now, but it was what he felt towards any Beauxbatons student. After all, their school had burned down, so they were all strangers in Hogwarts together. The sound of Mei’s voice pulled him back out of his thoughts and he refocused his attention back on their conversation, “It makes sense. Things were easier back in France. People here are so...heavy. Everybody needs to lighten up.” He laughed, “Yeah, it’s the Slytherins. They care quite a bit about who your parents are.” He shrugged, making it clear that he didn’t care about the subject. He never had, really. After a brief pause, he slowed to a stop right outside of the Charms corridor. He motioned to the classroom door, a light smile on his face, “Here you go.”
