What's better: democracy or monarchy?

Tyranny.

If you're going to rule, then rule.

Muse: Marcus Flint
Fandom: Harry Potter
Word Count: 8

Touch.

Because...because I find the hoops when playing by a natural and instinctive sense of direction, and, generally, by listening for the taunts of the opposing Keeper. (Which are usually lacking, of course. No one snarks very well on most teams.) I don't need sight for that. Flying blind would be difficult, and I would never intentionally run into another player because that would be wrong and against the rules, but while blind, I suppose I couldn't help it. I'd miss Oliver's eyes though

Smell's never been that important. I lived in a dungeon for eight years, so, really, I've got away from using my nose for everyday things, and taste...is really just an extension of smell, isn't it? You can't taste without smell. And there're really very few tastes that are really worth it in the end. I'd miss chocolate, for some reason.

Hearing would be the next worse, but I'm used to observing people anyway, so it wouldn't be that difficult to learn how to read people's lips or learn that...finger language Muggles have. I'd find a way to compensate.

Touch...to never be able to feel the Quaffle under my hands or the grass when I actually get fouled (which is a horrid practice that I would never engage in)? That would be horrible. The hands are the most sensitive part of my body, and losing touch would leave me with no extraneous skills (because even I know Quidditch won't last forever, and, yes, Marcus Flint does inspire to someday be a healer of sorts, not that I'd actually do it. My bedside manner sucks, and I'd spend the majority of the day demanding that people just buck up and deal. But I digress.) I'd be left without anything to do with my hands, too, and that would be horrible. Besides, I've grown quite attached to having my hands on Oliver at all times, and losing my sense of touch would rather put a damper on that, wouldn't it?

That's my answer. Try not to find anything too deep and meaningful in it.

Muse: Marcus Flint
Fandom: Harry Potter
Word Count: 345

Oh, lots of things, mostly cruel and villainous things. Like...kicking puppies, and throwing first years out windows. But I'd like to think that I've outgrown most of that.

Mostly.

Let's see. Some of my more humorous moments that I can remember:

Potter swallowing the Snitch was funny in hindsight. I think the look on Higgs's face when he just mutters "Why didn't I think of that?" was infinitely better, though. Oh, and that time one of the Weasels...Don? Khan? Ron? Something...tried to hex Malfoy and ended up spitting up slugs for several days. That was comedy.

The look on the entire Gryffindor team's collective faces when we revealed our Nimbus 2001s, though the humor was lost when Malfoy couldn't be bothered to stop taunting Potter long enough to actually catch the Snitch.

But the best...I think that goes to the look on Oliver Wood's face when I told him he'd be playing Hufflepuff instead of Slytherin. Potter falling off his broom during the actual game? Now that was priceless. Kept us Slytherins entertained for weeks at any rate.

But I'm beyond all that now. I don't act like I'm seven.

Though the slug thing is still worth a chuckle. I mean, come on, he vomited slugs! Comedy, people, comedy.

Oliver in general does now, though, and not in a mean way. Fuck, that's sappy and stupid. And why does it have to be true?

Muse: Marcus Flint
Fandom: Harry Potter
Word Count: 238

The showers after a game. And no, not the fuck like that, you gits. Just...look, Falmouth? Not exactly the most gently team in the world, and it's really rare if anyone comes out unbruised, let alone with no broken bones after practices, let alone after the games.

Plus, they put healing potions and muscles salves in the actual water. Doesn't take care of the broken bones and out and out fractures, but it does take care of the bruises.

That's really the only one I have.

Really.

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Muse: Marcus Flint
Fandom: Harry Potter
Word Count: 87

What's your favorite guilty indulgence?

( The real indulgence [Drabble] )

Muse: Marcus Flint
Fandom: Harry Potter
Word Count: 183

Current Mood: confused

I could be a complete coward and just ignore the question like so many others in this thing, but what would be the point? I may not be a Gryffindor or some just and honest Hufflepuff, but I've never been less than completely honest.

I lost my virginity at fourteen. Well, the one that went to a girl. I'd lie and say that it was glorious, full of fireworks and sparkly things, but it was fast and awkward and up against the wall after Quidditch practice. (That location will become a theme in my life). She was my captain, seeker for the house team at that point, and three years older than me.

You'll all be happy to know that when I eventually went to Snape and Hooch to get her removed from the team, I didn't use the fact that she used sex to manipulate her team. No, it was all based on her ability to charm the Snitch to come right into her hand. That was what real cheating looked like. Not the rough play I pulled when I became captain.

Which I did the next year. She lost her position as seeker, captain, and was very nearly expelled. The true joy of it, though, was that I never had to touch her again.

I found out that I preferred men much, much more two years later, when, once again, post-Quidditch practice, I pinned Montague up against the wall for missing a few shots. It was nice, one-time only, and the rest is history.

Though there are some that consider the first time you have sex with someone you love to be the time you really lose your virginity...if that's the case....I don't think that's any of your business.

Muse: Marcus Flint
Fandom: Harry Potter
Word Count: 291

Self-preservation. Because forgiveness is useless if you're dead.

I'm not saying that forgiveness doesn't have its uses sometimes or that it's an entirely bad thing, but really. Someone places a wand in your face and hits you with an Unforgivable or three, and you just sit there and....forgive them? That's stupid. And fatal. And I really fucking like breathing so I'm more likely to break a few ribs, make them good and bloody, and generally fight for my life.

But forgiveness...it's not all bad. So long as you earn it. Because there's really no point in just getting forgiveness for free. Paying penance and all that, whether in "Hail, Mary"s or in...bruises or something similar. I mean...we've all got something we desperately should atone for. So trying to earn forgiveness isn't all bad.

Though....if the choice is saying I'm sorry or saving my own very precious life? I'm gonna choose me.

Though I was wrong about "love at first sight"...at least concerning really seeing certain people for the first time. I could be wrong about this too.


Muse: Marcus Flint
Fandom: Harry Potter
Word Count: 186

Not unless it's Quidditch. Because the first time I ever saw someone toss the Quaffle past a Keeper and into a hoop, I was in love...

But with people? Never. Most people aren't even worth knowing, let along loving, because most of them are just...liars, pretending to be someone they're not just for a quick shag up against a men's room wall somewhere.

And if you've managed to convince yourself otherwise, you're clearly fucking delusional.

I'm not even sure love itself is possible. Not that I've spent long hours debating it. I'm a Chaser not a philosopher.

But there's a severe lack of honesty in the world, and it doesn't get any better every time someone deludes themselves into believing that people are truthful and perfect the first time they meet them. Everyone's got secrets. I've got more than a few of my own, and I've never told anyone any of them at that first meeting.

Makes for a real romantic time when shit from the past pops up in the middle of a snog, doesn't it?

Muse: Marcus Flint
Fandom: Harry Potter
Word Count: 176

There's always a good reason to get blinding drunk. But only in the off-season. It's better to save up all the angst for that time so it doesn't actually interfere with anything important, like wiping the smug looks off opposing Keepers' faces when they least expect it.

Because I've seen some pretty good players take a dive into the pitch because they'd had just a little bit too much ale right before practice, and nothing impairs one's ability to catch the Snitch than seeing double. And seeing six hoops instead of the standard three can be very disconcerting.

See, drinking is good for blocking out all the bad things, and I'll happily admit that I've done my far share of it. It was especially good after matches against Gryffindor when they very obviously had the rules bent for them. It dulled the rage. Well. Not really, because I was still prone to acts of violence against society and acting out against what I saw as persecution (I've been reading Muggle psychology books. Interesting stuff. I apparently have severe impulse control and Adult Attention Deficit Disorder. Self-diagnosis is fun), but it was good for at least making me feel better.

Not that I would ever drink while a student at the lovely institution of Hogwarts. Because that would be very wrong. Despite what I said above. Really.

So, to sum up...yes. Drinking is fine. Just not when it interferes with Quidditch. Or your homework. That last one especially. Really.

Muse: Marcus Flint
Fandom: Harry Potter
Word Count: 248

Current Mood: contemplative