Unlikely : A Slytherpuff Story

Markus POV - 3

You could say I woke up on the wrong side of the bed today.

OR you could say those dumbasses I'm being forced to be roomies with woke me up with their unintelligible yelling, acting like absolute asshats.

Because that is exactly what happened.

The three I was to share a dorm (Which names are something like Nick, Sean, and James or something. I don't know I didn't care to listen) were awake at 5 am.

FIVE.

AM. 

Who would be awake at five am, 3 hours before school starts? These bastards apparently.

I woke up to the screeches of the three, and I yelled at them to stop acting like pillocks. I didn't bother to open my eyes because I hoped my death threats would be enough to make them shut up so I could sleep for another hour before breakfast. They still didn't let up.

I groaned and got out bed, and if I was asleep earlier, I certainly am not now. 

I feel something hit my head and crack. Goo drips down my forehead and threatens to enter my eyes. My jaw is dropped and I order them to get me a damn towel. 

It was an egg. 

Apparently Nick or James enchanted an egg they snuck from the Grand Hall, wanting to scramble it with a charm and failed horribly. It instead grew wings and inherited the behavior of a snitch. A very delicate and disgustingly goopy snitch.

And because it was a raw egg that was kept in a warm robe for about five hours, it was also rotten. 

And so now, I have to head to the baths, smelling like rotten eggs and awake an hour earlier than I was supposed to wake up. 

Since there are no bathrooms in the dorms, we have to go to a public one with students of other houses. So now I'm walking through a cold, dingy dungeon smelling like rotten eggs. Great. Just great. This is how I should start every day for the rest of my life.

I turn a corner, and knock myself against a pillar or something, and I curse in surprise. "Oh gosh are you ok-"

Oh, how marvelous. Just when things couldn't get any better. 

I stare up to see the tall hufflepuff boy. How many times have we bumped into each other?! 

Even in the dim light I can see him visibly gulp before continuing his sentence. "I-I'm sorry, I didn't mean to bump into you, I thought I would be the only one going to the showers, or maybe you're not going to the showers and I'm just assuming things off the bat." He laughs nervously before giving a hand out to help me off the floor.  I ignore it and just stand up.

This might be entertaining if I play my cards right.. maybe I'll even get some information. On what exactly? I don't know. I've been through a pretty rough morning and now I'm just bored. 

"Why's it smell like eggs?" I hear the boy murmur to himself and I feel myself get a little pissed. I sigh, shoving down irritation and I start questioning him.

"You. Hufflepuff. What's your name."

"Huh? Me?"

"No, there's another one behind you-yes you! Are you a moron?"

He chuckles nervously before putting his hand out for a shake. "I-I'm Logan. What's your name?"

I look at his hand a bit before deciding to shake it. "Markus Kiplinger. Say, why are you going to the baths so early?" I walk forward, making him follow me.

For such a tall guy, he's kind of a wimp. As expected of Hufflepuff house I can't see his face, but I can tell he's a little apprehensive. He stutters out, "I don't really like the idea of showering with other people around. I-it makes me feel squirmy and w-weird, so I just wake up a little earlier, because then there's not really anybody else around."

I scoff. "Why? Are you insecure or some shit like that?"

"W-what?! No! And frankly I don't think it's nice-"

"Then why else would you have a problem with showering around other people?" I suck my teeth in. "Seems pretty insecure to me."

"C-can we not talk about this, please?"

I roll my eyes, and decide to humor him. "Fine. Say, when did you meet Jalissa?"

He's walking beside me now, but three feet away. Even so, I can see him relax more. "I met her on the train to Hogwarts, I was being bullied by some older kids for being, ummm.. muggleborn! Thats the word." He laughs a bit before continuing. "She punched them in the face, so we've just been friends since then."

I try to keep myself from laughing. This beanpole of a person had to be fought for by a girl. I can't help it and I let a snicker out. He snaps his head towards me in confusion. "What's so funny?"

"So you're saying that you, a giant of a person needed a girl  to fight for you! Ha! I knew hufflepuffs were spineless losers but I didn't realise they needed other people to fight their battles."

His face is in shock. He starts to say something but stops himself and quickened his pace. He passes me and turns. "I-it was nice meeting you Markus, but I'm gonna go ahead now."

If he was walking any faster, it would be classified as running.

Either way, talking with Logan didn't do much in terms of usefulness, but it did give me a good laugh, so that's something. 

I decide to walk a little more slowly down the hall, so the guy could have a headstart on that shower. Besides, I've gotten used enough to the egg that I can't smell it as well.

I look at the walls of the dungeons while walking. The walls are stone, slightly covered in damp moss. Torches cover the sides but they barely illuminate the hall. There are no windows in the dungeon, since if there were, all there would be to see is the dark and seemingly infinite abyss of the lake. Only one painting lines the hallway, a fruit bowl. It's, random, to say the least. I find a lot of hufflepuffs gather in front of it sometimes, but only god knows why.

When I get to the showers, I don't hear a faucet running, so I figure that Logan's already done with his shower. Which is peculiar, considering that he was only a few minutes ahead.. The more I think about it, there isn't any actual trace of him being in here. I shrug unconsciously and brush it off. He probably ran off after assuming that I was going to the baths. 

No matter, doesn't affect me in any way. The bathroom is big, and made of smoothed stone. Sinks and bathrooms are on opposite sides, while there are shower heads in the middle. Almost everything is lined with steel accents. I can see mold enveloping the high corners of the room.

Although the quiet is nice compared to the yells and disturbance of other people, the bathroom feels eerie, almost like something is going to pop out of somewhere and try to use an unforgivable curse on my ass.

I shudder at the cold and at the thought. I can see the appeal of showering alone, but it's certainly much too chilling for my taste.