~Sequentia~ (Harry Potter Characters x Reader)

Not a Chance [Marcus Flint]

Marcus Flint x Reader 

[Theme: Student]

Requested by Anonymous.

It had been... so long since I had last felt the calm bubbly waters of the Prefects' Bathroom grace my skin. Every time I'd go there was like pure bliss. The fresh steam that unblocked all your pours, the bubble bath that made your hair glow for at least a week, and the calming sound of the running taps that calmed all of your senses... It was indeed a paradise... 

When Oliver Wood was made Quidditch Captain, he was given the password to the said bathroom. Whoever he thought performed the best in practice at the end of the month would be given the password to take a nightly dip in the gleaming waters. I'd been on the Gryffindor Quidditch team since I was a fourth year and with two years of experience, there was a decent chance it would be me. The only issue was that I usually had to share that limelight with Alicia Spinnett, the main Chaser who I acted as her substitute. 

But with Alicia away on a trip, there was nothing to stop me from trying to catch Oliver's eye. I had played my absolute heart out with the hopes of receiving the password for a lovely night alone. I'd scored the most goals throughout this month's practice and I just knew it was going to be mine.

"Alright, everyone! Gather up." Oliver clapped and brought us down to the ground of the Quidditch pitch. He had a confident grin plastered across his face. With the upcoming Slytherin match, we were feeling slightly apprehensive but we were trying our best to be confident. 

The Weasley twins stood beside me with Angelina and Katie on the other side. The nimble Harry was right at the end. He had grown a fair bit since his first year but was minuscule compared to the rest of us, and especially compared to someone as big and brash as Marcus Flint. 

Marcus Flint was... interesting, to say the least. I respected him as a captain but his playstyle was unfair and unreasonable. How he would get away with knocking someone off their broom and then claim he simply didn't see them bothered me to no end. 

Personally, we had a bit of a love-hate relationship. Since Oliver, Marcus and I were in the same year, there was always that bit of competition. Oliver was protective of his team, especially me, and Marcus liked to play tease whenever he could. The two fought to sit next to me in the classes that we shared.

If it was Oliver who managed to get there first, he would wear a proud and smug face. It was like he claimed a victory in something that wasn't Quidditch. Then he'd remark something along the lines of "Good job I got here first. Can't have you fraternising with the enemy, can we?". On the other hand, Marcus didn't appear fussed at first glance, but I would often see him looking over at us. I couldn't tell what he was feeling since his expression would change rapidly between disgust and... sadness?

When it was Marcus who claimed the chair, he would lean back, stretch his arms and pretend like it was his rightful throne. When Oliver would come and pout, he'd tell him he should've 'kept a better eye on his goals', whatever that's supposed to mean. I didn't exactly mind sitting next to Marcus. When we weren't warring on the pitch, he was somewhat lax. Funny how sports can bring the worst out of a man. I wouldn't call us friends by any sort and I knew if I tried, Oliver would smite me down in a second.

Speaking of smiting us down, Oliver walked down the line as he eyed each one of us up and down, hands drawn behind his back with prestige. "Well done, everyone. We've been making good progress and I'm sure we'll be ready to beat Slytherin next week. That doesn't mean you can start slacking, however." 

His head turned directly to the Weasley twins who sniggered conspicuously. 

"The Slytherin team are good but we're the best team Hogwarts has ever seen. If all goes to plan, we'll have the cup in our hands in no time." he proclaimed.