If you don't think, you shouldn't talk.

I'm Marcus Costello. Proud Slytherin. I've spent six years terrorizing this place, and I've enjoyed every minute of it. I take pride in being a tea aficionado. Bones also hold a special place in my heart, and I don't easily part with them unless I get compensated appropriately for my loss. So, if you need any potion ingredients, don't expect me to go easy on you. I consider myself a friendly person, though I've been told otherwise. Tread carefully, for if you do something I don't particularly like, I tend to, well-- I have an excellent idea! Let's change the subject.

[look-out-boys-im-coming-through]

Uh, hi?

[starkravinmad]

Can I help you?

[runtofthe-litter]

[starkravinmad]

[morriganknowsbest]

Nothing really. Mostly just trying to deal with a stupid, stubborn, arrogant asshole.

[starkravinmad]

Who?

[morriganknowsbest]

I’m sorry. I’m here now, though.

[starkravinmad]

So what have you been up to, hm?

[a-matt-hatter-blog]

Well, they’d treat her more like she’s crazy if she got unstable again, Hare. Don’t you want to protect her?

[starkravinmad]

So you think she's crazy too, then? Of course I want to protect her, but she shouldn't be treated like something that needs to be fixed, Matt. 

[morriganknowsbest]

How have you been?

[starkravinmad]

Shitty. 

I really did miss you. 

[a-matt-hatter-blog]

They’re not controlling her, they’re just making sure she doesn’t fly off the handle and hurt herself.

[starkravinmad]

And because of them everyone treats her like she's crazy. 

[morriganknowsbest]

*Cautiously sits in his lap and wraps her arms around his neck* I missed you.

[starkravinmad]

I missed you too. 

[runtofthe-litter]

[starkravinmad]

[a-matt-hatter-blog]

I think Mouse is off her medication again. I need your help.

[starkravinmad]

Maybe she's just sick of being controlled. 

[runtofthe-litter]

[starkravinmad]

[morriganknowsbest]

Hey.

[starkravinmad]

C'mere. -Marcus taps his lap with his hand, indicating for her to sit.-

[a-matt-hatter-blog]

We have a problem, Hare.

[starkravinmad]

Big fuckin' surprise. 

[starkravinmad]

Hello. 

[twinkletwinkle--batshitcraz-blog]

C-Cat?!—Cat! 

[starkravinmad]

Calm down, Mar. S'a fuckin' cat. I can kill it for you.

[starkravinmad]

Okay. Pay attention this time.

[morriganknowsbest]

"It wouldn’t surprise me. I know how much you enjoy this."

[starkravinmad]

"For your information, Morrigan, I didn't. I found the rat here." He frowned, kicking the dying rat aside to move closer to her. "How nice of you to assume I did it."

[starkravinmad]

Okay. Pay attention this time.

[enthusiastic-clouds]

Of course, and this is why you’re my best-friend. You always give me blood. Well, don’t mind if I do.

*she beams happily taking the straight razor from his hand, and leaning towards the rat beginning to cut it open. Hey eyes open wide in excitement as she gives a little laugh seeing all he blood before looking back up at Marcus*

See, now this is something my curiosity is enjoying, and the rat is even twitching faster. 

[starkravinmad]

It'll be dead in less than a minute, now, but... How do you say we go find something else to cut up? Because you with that razor is unbelievably sexy, you know.