Walk the mile in my shoes

001

To say that Marcus was furious was an understatement and it took him a lot of self-restriction to not launch himself at his team captain, Nile Caplan, and throttle him then and there, in the bureau of the current coach and captain of Puddlemere United, Saoirse Byrne.

"I give you the benefit of doubt. Tell me I didn't just hear what I think I heard."

Nile crossed his arms, seemingly unimpressed by the behaviour of his youngest chaser.

"It wasn't my idea, it was hers, but it seemed like fun, so I went with it".

Marcus turned around, his chestnut eyes now focusing on the only female in the room.
Saoirse was newly elected captain of said club in addition to being one of the Beaters and nearly as short-tempered as Marcus was. "Don't even think about arguing with me, Marcus. You will be a part-", she was interrupted by a familiar figure shyly opening the door and Marcus saw his own body slip into the bureau.
Or well, a body that used to be his.

"You're late", Saoirse admonished disapprovingly but Marcus was bothered by something else: A fine line of blood was dripping down the face of the newcomer.

"Sorry, I had trouble disapparating, I-"

"What have you done to my face? You've had my body for what? Two hours? And you're already injured," Marcus complained loudly, „You're going to ruin my looks."
The person in his body, whom he assumed to be Oliver as he himself was currently stuck with Woods features, lifted an eyebrow.

„What's there to ruin?"

Oh, how badly Marcus wanted to punch his nemesis in the face, if only it weren't his own. Instead, he forced the corners of his mouth upwards ever so slightly and asked,
"How did you do it?"

He watched with satisfaction how the younger furrowed his brows in confusion.
„Do what?"

„Survive the Snatchers. Where did you hide? Maybe you should have told the rest and half of them wouldn't be buried six feet down now."

The punch he dodged easily; unfortunately he did not expect Oliver to kick him in the guts simultaneously and so he found himself crouching on his knees embarrassingly quickly.
While Nile seemed to find amusement in the situation, it was thanks to Saoirse's intervention that there weren't more punches following.

„See, this is exactly why the both of you are in this position now. As I was saying, Flint, you are going to be a part of my team for some time and Oliver, you're going with Caplan."

Marcus shook his head no.
He certainly had better things to do than to be the subject of whatever experiment this was supposed to be. What did they think he was, a child that had to be taught manners?
Oliver seemed to have similar thoughts as his expression was far from happy.

"I don't understand, what's the gain from all this?" the Keeper promptly asked.

Blondie sighed.

"Whenever you two are in the same area, an argument or fight is unavoidable and it's been a pain in the ass, honestly", she started and Nile nodded, clearly agreeing. "Didn't think I would ever say this but shorty here is right. Man, you're not focused on the field and it has cost us points".

In his own humble opinion, Marcus strongly disagreed.

"I am focused!"

"Maybe on how you can get him to have a snogging session with you, yes".

Nile knew he was on thin ice but what is life without a little risk?
Marcus grabbed his captain by the collar, silently cursing about his new body. He wasn't as strong as he used to be but that wouldn't stop him from giving him a fair beating.