Lost in your gaze

ii

Oliver Wood. That was all Marcus could think about and it was driving him insane. He unknowingly and maybe subconsciously dozed off into the direction of the Gryffindor table, where Oliver Wood was seated.

"Flint! Earth to Flint!" Adrian waved his hand in front of Marcus, making him react.

"What do you want?" He murmured back, annoyed.

"You aren't paying any attention" Adrian replied. Marcus let out a small sigh and acknowledged the fact he was dozed off, making some shitty excuse so Adrian doesn't bother him any further. He continued to look at the Scottish boy, admiring his beauty. Wait! Admiring? It can't be!

badum. badum. badum.

His heart began to do the same thing it did last night. As his eyes met Oliver's, his heart raced even more.

badum. badum. badum. badum. badum. badum. badum. badum.

He just couldn't look away from the boy, no matter how flustered he was, he just couldn't. Oliver was the first to look away, much to Marcus's dismay. Marcus sighed and let his mind wander off to something else.