i heard that you like the bad girls // marcus.

[abbey]

It had been an extremely long day, and Abbey had enough of all the work she had been given and she didn’t fancy socializing tonight, she’d rather be on her own like normal. It was always quiet outside and since it was getting dark she figured no one would bother her if she was outside, it did seem like the perfect plan. Her family always saw her as the quiet academic one and always came to her seeking advice on essays and work, it was something she was good at and she never said no. It was quiet difficult for her to say no to others, she felt like she was doing the school good by helping them with their essays and doing what they couldn’t be bothered to do. Sometimes she didn’t want to help people, especially the Slytherin’s it was often she received verbal and physical bullying, which was mostly of the girls.

Abbey took the chance and left the Hufflepuff common room in a pair of jet black leggings and a maroon coloured jumper that kept her warm in the cold breeze outside. No one would notice she was gone, they never did and she hoped that no one would follow her outside. The most obvious place to go was the black lake but she always went there, so she felt the need for a change, maybe the whomping willow? She shrugged her shoulders and walked down the gravel path toward the dangerous tree that was pretty much ancient. When she got there, there wasn’t anyone else there which was good, she’d hate to bump into a group of people who would most likely stare at her and think she was a freak.

The Hufflepuff found a rock that was embedded into the ground and sat on it tucking her hands into her hoody and looked as the tree shook a few leaves off. The sun was still up but it would probably start setting soon, which was always beautiful to look at. Sometimes the weather could be amazing, and sometimes it could cause a lot of damage.

[jayy]

It was getting late and the boy knew that all to well. Still, it didn't stop him from tossing off his school robes and pulling on a faded grey hoodie to start off the night in. School. Such an important building block to any person's life, but yet this boy felt like it was more of a hindrance than anything. He wasn't going to do anything with this education. After this year he was to be thrown into the ranks of board leaders and bureaucratic influences at his father's work and start making a name for himself so that one day he could take over his father's empire. Pity. It was a waste of time. He didn't care about working some nine to five job in a corporate office. He cared about himself, and his own destiny.

Marcus Harding left the dungeons that housed the Slytherin quarters on a search for, well nothing. He had spent the day going back and forth between classroom and classroom and now just wanted a little fun to relax him. Taking the stairs to the main foyer, he proceeded out the door and onto the grounds before taking a right and following the old cracked cobblestone path to the Whomping Williow. Something about the tree always struck his fancy. Maybe it was because all the power it held in the thick branches, able to crush muggle cars and smash the life out of people, or maybe it was because it was fun to throw rocks at it and watch it squirm a bit. Either way his destination was set, and his feet carried him to it, one small step at a time.

He topped the hill and went down it some ways, now looking slightly up at the ancient beast that was before him. He wasn't daft enough to get up close to it, but enough to where he could throw a rock or two. He peered down and picked one up, taking the and rubbing his thumb over the oddly smooth surface. Drawing back his arm in with rock in hand, he chucked it towards the trunk and watched as it shook off a few leaves in response. Marcus smiled, and gave out a chuckle of self-enjoyment. That's when he noticed something, a figure sitting upon a rock just a little ways from him. The sun grew closer down, now darkening the image a bit, but as his eyes adjust the image of Abbey Finnigan came into view. Now here would be some fun. Dear little Abbey, such a frightened little girl. He had been having her do his Charms homework for years, partly cause he frightened her but another cause she was just that good to help people. The thought made his stomach churn. How could someone lend a hand just like that?

Tucking his hands into the hoodie pockets, Marcus set off for her, his feet pressing into the grass and giving off slight crunching noises. "Well look who it is!" He called out, caring less if he frightend her. "Little Miss Finnigian." He stopped just a few feet beside her, a smile plastered on his face that one might read as good intentions, but behind it there were wicked ways. "Say darlin', did you ever get that Charms assignment finished?" He asked, knowing that if he was going to engage in a conversation he might as well figure out why his homework wasn't sitting on his bed the other day.

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[abbey]

It was peaceful and Abbey didn’t want to be disturbed. She was a simple soul and was easily fascinated by Mother Nature and her beautiful ways, it most likely sounded a little bit weird but the second oldest Finnigan had always been intrigued by the weather, especially the early morning weather. Abbey had always been a fan of the early mornings, she’d often get up early and go outside, and even if it was cold she’d still go outside, she found it interesting that it was summer yet the mornings could still be foggy, but nevertheless, it was still such a beautiful thing.

All of the Finnigan sisters were different, especially house wise. The oldest sister was a Gryffindor, loud, outgoing and had a back bone, she’d never let anyone mess with her. The there was Abbey, shy and unique; she was also a complete push over. If you told Abbey to do something she’d do it without saying no, normally she was scared of what would happen if she said no to someone, especially a Slytherin. Then there was the second youngest sister, a Slytherin, she was like the oldest but more spiteful and cunning than the others. You could say she was the smartest of them all but that wasn’t really true, she had street smarts but she was academic. Then there was the youngest sister, she was roughly the same as Abbey but was very intelligent and actually had a back bone.

Being a pushover wasn’t exactly a good thing; people would always ask Abbey to do their essays for them or just bully her because they knew she wouldn’t stand up to them. But what if she did stand up to them? Well, Abbey didn’t want to think about that in case the consequences of that ended badly, mostly with Abbey getting hurt.

The wind wasn’t cold but it was sending few shivers down her spine but she would manage, she always sat out in the cold weather and she always ended up okay. A voice broke her trace of thought and Abbey jumped slightly whipping her head up to see a tall Slytherin walking over, she instantly knew who it was and became very uncomfortable. It was Marcus Harding, an older Slytherin and she always ended up doing his essays for him and when she didn’t get them back to him on time, he was never pleased. Abbey didn’t greet him and she avoided eye contact with him. It was when he questioned her about his charms essay that it suddenly accord that she had forgotten it, and then she felt terrified, how would she break it to him?

Abbey shuffled uncomfortably and looked around at the surroundings, doing anything to avoid eye contact with him. “Erm, I didn’t quite manage to get round to your essay, I’ve had a lot of essays to do..” Abbey gulped but tried to look like she wasn’t phased by him but she was actually scared of the outcome of not doing his work for him.

[jayy]

No eye contact. That was never a good sign, especially coming from the little hufflepuff who sat on her rock. Marcus had been in business with the girl since his second year at Hogwarts, having her do his homework every chance he got. Now don't get me wrong, Marc is a very brilliant lad, but he lacks the spark to actually do the assignments. That's where Abbey here comes in. He'd give her a list of things, and normally she would have them completed in a timely manner. Being in business with her this long also meant he knew the tell-tale signs of her slip ups and faults, and no eye contact meant she hadn't finished the assignment. He sighed a bit at her lack of contact with him. If she was going to tell him she hadn't done it, she could at least look him in the eye with some respect, at least then the consequences wouldn't be as bad.

The poor girl spoke up, telling him how she had other essays to do first, and she simply didn't get around to doing his. This brought a frown upon his face. "No time, eh?" He simply stated, placing his foot up on a rock and leaning against his knee. "Well let's make time shall we?" At the end of this he grinned brightly and gave a short chuckle, his nerves beginning to come unglued. "I need a list of all the others whose essays you have been working on." He began, now taking his wand out and fiddling with it. "If they are taking up your time and keeping you from my work," He continued, twirling his wand around, "Then we shall narrow the list a bit." With that he pointed and flicked his wand towards his left, causing some red and green sparks to fly out, giving off a rather loud pop. Marc grinned and crackled at this little gesture of intimidation.

Still chuckling, he raised up and stood straight once again. "Oh Abbey. Miss dear Abbey." He spoke, now taking his very own seat on the rock. "I don't think I've ever really talked to you beyond that of business. Tell me. What is it that you do when you aren't busy taking orders?" Words. The most powerful weapon this boy could ever handle.

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[abbey]

It was a shame that Abbey was so intimidated by Slytherin’s, they seemed to take her kind natured ways for granted and make her do all their work. In her personal opinion they were all lazy but she’d never tell them that, she didn’t want to upset anyone and on a more selfish level she didn’t want anyone kicking her head in anytime soon. There was a lot of talk around the Slytherin common room of how Abbey Finnigan would never say no to them and always have their work done for them, usually on time. Since this had got out she had been corned a fair amount of times by some older and younger Slytherin’s and they’d always hand her their work and she’d get it done but there were now a lot of Slytherin’s that she had to please and she was starting to fall behind, the last person she wanted to upset or disappoint was Marcus.

Abbey could feel her heart pounding against her chest and she hoped he wouldn’t physically hurt her like some of the others did when she failed to get them their essay’s on time, but she had been doing his work since her first year and knew that he could be fair, but she had an extremely bad feeling he wasn’t going to take this lightly, it wasn’t the first time an essay had been late but maybe he’d understand that somehow someone in the Slytherin common room was telling others about her wonderful work, so it wasn’t necessarily his fault.

When he asked for the names of everyone she’d been working she gulped slightly, she couldn’t grass them up, they’d come get her and then she’d most likely end up in the hospital wing. The timid Hufflepuff hesitated for a moment before she spoke up, “Aubrey, Baddock, Cauldwell, Goyle, Macnair, Malfoy..” The list went on forever but she gave him a few names and most of them were in Slytherin, but whether he knew them or not was a different story. Some sparks emerged from his wand and there was a pop that caused Abbey to jump and flinch a bit.

The conversation turned to personal life and she was quite confused to begin with but then again it was better than being hexed, “Well,” Now thinking about it, she didn’t really have her own life she was always stuck in the library doing her own essays or other peoples essays she didn’t have a life. “I don’t do much, I’m to busy doing essays all the time..” It was such a shame, she could be with her friends but she was always either doing her essay’s or on her own.

473 words.
marcus harding.
he's scaring the crap outta her, haha.

[jayy]

“Aubrey, Baddock, Cauldwell, Goyle, Macnair, Malfoy..”

It had taken a few moments but the timid Hufflepuff spat out what seemed to only be a percent of her list into the open air. The Slytherin smirked a bit to himself. Half the names on the list were those of his own house, but if she thought that would stop him she had another thing coming. "I see...." He simply said, trailing off as if he was going into a deep thought. "Malfoy is alright, he's got some things going at the moment so I'll be forgiving and let him slide," He spoke up, now thinking aloud so the girl would here. "As for the rest, although I do share pride with my fellow house mates, they should no better than to not use my most valuable class mate for themselves." He cracked a wide grin and chuckled a bit before carrying on. "What do you think the punishment should be?" He questioned, "Hexes? Maybe a curse of two? Oh I got a better one. Keep working on their assignments, but do them wrong. If it's potions homework, make it out like a charms essay and so on and so forth. Then we have all our bases covered. Marcus finished with another wide grin.

Though he did share the same house as most of the list, that didn't mean anything. He was the first to find out about this little Abbey Finnigan, the first to exploit her for her seemingly idiotic trait of helping others. What a weak being. She must not be pure blood or something. Maybe that muggle blood is affecting her mind and causing her to be delusional or something. His mid churned on those thoughts for a few moments before she had spoke up again, saying that she really didn't do much cause she was so busy with his and other's school work. "Oh what a pity." He spoke, rolling his eyes a bit as he fiddled with his wand. "Why don't you make some time for yourself? You're a hard working young girl, you deserve at least a little bit of time." He spoke sarcastically. Frankly he could care less if she had time to herself or not. As long as his work was getting done, that was all that mattered to him.

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[abbey]

Abbey had always been extremely shy and that would never change, every time it was new years she would try and make a promise to herself to be more outgoing, but it never worked and she really wished she wasn’t such a pushover, if anything she was to nice for her own good. A lot of people thought of Abbey as a sweetheart but all the Slytherin’s excluding her sister, thought she was an object of use. They could use her to do their assignments or to take their anger out, which was always a nightmare for her when they were in a really bad mood. Marcus went on about how they should be punished and maybe hex them, and suggested that she muddle up their assignments but Abbey thought that was cruel and after all she was a Hufflepuff, “M-m-maybe you should just talk to them and tell them not to make me do their work?” She stumbled over her words, if she muddled up their assignments they’d probably beat her, she’d rather not be hexed.

When he went on about her making time for herself she got a little bit annoyed with his sarcastic comment, “You’re right,” She stated before carrying on with her sentence, “I think I shall stop doing your assignments in order to make some more time for myself so I can enjoy my life and you can see what it’s like to do your own work.” It was probably a big mistake, trying to stand up to a Slytherin but she needed to do something. Abbey had been told she should stand up for herself so why not try now? What was the worse that could happen because Abbey had been through everything and nothing could have been as bad as what she had been through.

[jayy]

“M-m-maybe you should just talk to them and tell them not to make me do their work?”

Abbey had spoken up in a stutter which from Marcus' guess was caused by his intimidation. He grinned a bit at that. Was she really that easily intimidated by him? Then again who wasn't intimidated by someone who could smile and laugh at one moment but then turn around and threaten to have your whole family put in Azkaban for crimes committed several years before. Still, her answer wasn't surprising. She probably only offered it up so that way she wouldn't get beat up by the others. Pity. "Well I do favor a good talk over a fight anyday." He lied, knowing deep down in his heart he'd rather just hex them all and be done with them. "A talk it will be then" He added, thinking to himself that it would be a rather threatening one.

What came next actually surprised Marcus, and that doesn't come easily. The only time in his life he was ever truly surprised was when he found his mother dead on the floor when he arrived home for holiday. His eyes got a bit wide and he cocked an eyebrow, chuckling a bit after she spoke. "Standing up for yourself, that's a first Ms. Finnigan." He replied. "I'm actually surprised by your effort." He chuckled a bit more. This was what he was waiting for, a time for her to actually stand up for herself and just see if she could push him aside. He thought she'd never do it, and now that she did h was totally off guard. "Still dear, someone as pretty as you should have time." He said, now going into his sweet talking mode. "I guess I can allow you to push some of those assignments aside." He offered. It didn't matter to him whether they got done or not. It was his last year in this castle, and if she wouldn't do them there was always someone else. Still though, leaving Marcus like that always had it's repercussions.

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[abbey]

Sometimes Abbey was afraid of what Marcus could do, so she’d never stand up to him ever but today was different she had taken a stand but was now afraid of what could possibly happen if he doesn’t take it well. When he said he favoured a talk over fighting she felt as if he was lying to her but she couldn’t be so sure, he could actually be telling the truth since not all Slytherin’s were as bad as they seemed, some were though. “Okay, I’d much rather you just talk to them rather than hurt them.” A small smile flickered on her lips and she looked away from him and down at the ground, always avoid eye contact, that way they had no idea if you were afraid or not but Abbey was pretty sure he knew exactly what she was thinking and feeling, that was something she couldn’t stop.

The young Hufflepuff watched him and was quite shocked by him being so reasonable, she expected him to hex her and insist that completed his assignments, after all that’s what the other students did yet maybe he had something in store for her, something that would scare her or hurt her so much she decided to always complete his assignments. Abbey felt herself go back to her old ways and she looked up at him, “I could always complete yours though, I mean if they are really important I can do them, just let me know when there due in.” Abbey went back to staring at the ground, feeling weak and pathetic again.