@crxbbe The fire cracked and a few sparks flew up in the air. Marcus Flint sat on one of the sofas in the Slytherin common room, a book on his lap. He had not even looked at it. His grey eyes wandered from the fire to the only other boy in the room. There was an ever lasting hint of a smirk on his lips as he watched Crabbe from the corner of his eye. Soon, however, he stopped trying to hide his staring. He didn't care if it might make the other uncomfortable. Vincent Crabbe was quite a bit younger than him - but also a player on his Quidditch team. It was one of the very rare occasions he was alone with him, Malfoy and Goyle already having left for bed. Marcus crossed his legs and leaned back into the pillows. He could hear the Lake water lapping against the walls of the castle. "Oi, Crabbe, aren't you tired?"
