Harry Potter One Shots (Vol. 2)

Spare Parts (Marcus Flint)

Hello my wonderful fawns ~

As promised, here is the next one shot. It's also the second installment of the Slytherin Sisters/Selman Sisters series. It features the second in command; Clio

This isn't edited (but are you really surprised?)

Anyway, I hope you like it ~

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'Family Outings' as Calliope had always lovingly labelled the days we all left home and ventured out into the real world, were always hectic and were absolutely horrendous to organise. With 9 sisters, each with different sleep patterns and different temperaments, it was difficult to wrangle all of us to the desired location. Not that I did too much of the wrangling with Cali around to do most of it.

But, throughout all of our years growing up side by side, like one another's shadows, we'd learnt that when our sisters refused to listen to Cali, it was time for me to step in. It was no secret that of the pair of us, the heir and the spare as father had always stated, I had the shorter fuse. Maybe that was why it had only taken a single glance from me to stop Euta from giving Cali hell about waking up so early in the morning.

Of course, it had taken almost all morning to organise, but after some teamwork, all of my sisters were out of the house and now seated in the stands as we waited for the Quidditch match to begin. It was Polly who requested that we spend the day at the stadium so she could live vicariously through the players and watch them as they flew. She didn't need to tell us about her despair that she would never be able to ride a broom the way the rest of us could, it was all there in the way she clung to Cali's side. Calliope, always the eldest, always steadfast, hugged her close.

"It looks like the game will start soon," Cali said, glancing around the two benches that we occupied. "If you want to eat something, we should probably get the food now. What does everyone want?"

The order, which could only ever be humongous, was rattled off quickly and I made a mental note of it all. When Cali went to stand, I ushered for her to sit and assured her that I would handle it. There wasn't much that I could handle for her, what with being the spare, but this, I could do. She gave me a silent look, one that all of our sisters missed, asking if I was certain and I offered her a short, reassuring smile.

Leaving my sisters behind, I navigated my way through the stands which were becoming progressively more crowded towards the food and drink vendors. Sure enough, many of the other spectators had the same idea and a formidable crowd had gathered around the various stands, wanting to get their food before the match kicked off. Forcing myself to wait patiently, I mentally recited the list of things I wanted to order and counted them off on my fingers, going through each sister to make sure I hadn't missed anything. I made the mental note to order food for Calliope, despite her insistence that she wasn't hungry. She wasn't hungry often anymore, not since she'd taken on the heavy mantle of head of the household and had torn herself away from the love of her life. She had no idea that Thalia had approached me multiple times to express concern over her lack of appetite.

Finally making it to the front of the crowd, I tried not to make my annoyance known as I struggled to catch the attention of the staff. It was understandable that it was hard to get their attention, especially when the crowd was so large, and yet that did nothing to ease my irritation at how unorganised everything was. It was only made worse by the people around me who continued to push and shove in their impatience for their turn. Salazar's soul, I needed strength to refrain from snapping.

A body, large and warm, settled into the space at my side, effortlessly summoning the attention of the staff. I forced myself to hold my tongue, especially when the man at my side gestured for me to go ahead first. Turning to address him, my eyes flickered very briefly over his thick black hair and bright grey eyes and that was all it took for the recognition to settle in. It had been years since I'd even been anywhere near Marcus Flint.