Marcus Demitri Flint

( APPLICATION FOR FUTURE IS BRIGHT )

***Vulcan Neck Pinch!***

[Morning]
[Anyone]
[Flat to practice]

*Comes out of the shower and heads down stairs only to discover the door is open*

Bloody hell! *grabs wand and goes outside yes in towel*

Daphne get back into the house!
*Daphne sniffs around a bit more before taking off back into the house*

Hmmm damn door must be broken again should just set fire to the entire place and collect the bloody insurance

*makes a mental note to have Astoria hunt for contractors!*

*Breeze rolls through and slams the door shut*

*Jumps about 5 feet in the air.* Merlin!

*Annnd the door is stuck*

*Tries to Apparate in but is dropped right back on the front lawn*

...ow.

*A woman walking past gasps*

Yes! It's a naked man now move along!
*stands up*

*Patronus: Astoria get someone over her to take a look at this door it's locked me out!*

*Is now cold, wet, in a towel and on his way to practice!*

[Quidditch Charity event]
[Anyone]
[Afternoon]


I'm bored, I'm very bored, it's a bloody charity for the children's wing does there really have to be a lunch. Oh look it's the little white witch hat society, why in Merlin's name are these Hags still around are they actually getting any new members that aren't a bunch of fat housewives with nothing better to do then spend their husbands money on- oh god one of them is coming over here! Yes go on what do you want...your grandson's a giant fan you say? Looks more like a giant fan of all things edible... oh bloody hell why is he all sticky not to mention he's the void of emotion. Kid do you even know what's going on? No? You're just here looking like an enormous twit in this ridiculous outfit you're gran picked out, I'd feel a little more bad for you if you weren't crushing my bad knee with your collosal arse.

"Thank you so much" *kid and old lady run off*

At least it's not a dry charity, nice champagne, any way. I'm already on thin ice with Bruno I'm pretty sure saying I can't come to practice because a fat kid wreaked my knee isn't goign to sit well. Oh god theres Davies, is he really giving...fucking piggy back rides to sick children. He's like Peter fucking perfect! Yes yes thats it you've caught the eye of every Yummy Mummy here congratulations, well done go jump off a cliff. Let's see you give a piggy back ride to fatty there. I had him on my knee for a solid 3 minutes while that woman tried to figure out how to use a bloody camera. Where are my swarms of women? It's not like I hate children, I want a bunch of them...did...did that fat little bastard get custard on my pants! I'm going to kill him!

*takes out wand and Scourgifys*

It's only been an hour, I'm going to loose it soon. And there's nothing stronger then champagne here. I am going to LOOSE IT! I need something to take my mind-Oh! Johnson! Good that's good. Okay she's holding a baby! Uh oh Oliver and hers children would just be tall things with shit for brains. Okay not great! What else can I...got it

*Goes up to Johnson*
Johnson I think the baby would agree, nice ones.
*Angelina is left looking aghast*

Alright, much better, I'll get through this thing yet.

[Bat's Locker room]
[Anyone]
[Tuesday afternoon after talking to Astoria]


Had that stupid reporter done any research he'd know I'm not starting a vineyard I bought one from a family it was already successful it just needed more money I am fully capable to mange both lives and have so for what has it been now about 4 years when you cut out the chunk when I was on the run? Really Bruno you mustn't worry yourself over these silly things.

*puts Towel*

*Bruno: I just need to know if your heads all in or not, because I can find a reserve with a better arm then you."

*rolls* A better arm, bad flying skills and a weak constitution. The Arrows don't stand a chance, Bruno trust me.

[Daphne's then Pansy's then Italy]
[Daphne and Pansy]
[Monday afternoon]

He whitled idly on the way to Daphne's hoping upon hope that she was packed. He had traveled with women before and it always seemed to be a pain in the arse to have them bloody packed and ready! The Carriage stopped infront of Daphne's and he stepped out looking ready for a posh vacation. He decided to pick up Daphne first seeing as how picking up Pansy was going to be trouble.

[Cafe]
[Anyone]
[Evening]

He wanted to strangle the idiot who posted that infernal proposal. Everywhere he went women were talking about it, how romantic it was. He did not envy the poor men who would have to explain they did not in fact want to marry them. And besides it was a tacky a cheap way to propose. Meanwhile he had his own problems he had a flood of new responsibilities and was starting to become envious of everyone's assistants. He could put it off for no longer he really need to find one and hope thy weren't completely incompetent. He need a Ravenclaw!

[Study to the streets of Diagon]
[Anyone Attn: Owyn]
[Afternoon]

*talking into a Floo*

But what's wrong with him?

*Ministress: He's absolutly no good for the job! You can't just pick anyone off the street and have them run a bloody union.*

He's a mate!

*Ministress: All the more reason he's not suited can he tell me ANYTHING bout the Nott case? No! He's been in Australia for Merlin's sake. What I need is an assistant because clearly you can't handle this Flint!*

*thought* My point exactly Ministress, why don't I find an assistant...I mean I'm more then happy to do you favors but really most of the people I interviewed seemed better suited to run errands anyway.

*Ministress: Fine I'll trust you on this I have an appointment in Sweden. See if Owyn wants the job, he seemed capable enough to do that*

*flame goes out*
*sends and Owl to Owyn to come over at some point*

*whistles* Daphne! Come on girl time for a walk. *leashes the Greyhound and heads out the door*

[Ministry the Ministress of magic's office]
[Early evening]

Miss Whirlington had been on the job barely a month and already changes were being made. For one she was proving to be just as demanding in office as she was out of it. She had already developed a reputation around the offices for her ability to break from her lady like behavior and tell those who tried her just where to stick their obsured proposals and their lobbyist's agendas. With the campaign over he had doubted he'd be called into her office. He knocked hesitantly on the door, their usual meetings ended in him going out of his way to be her errand boy.

"Come in" a cheery voice answered.

He walked in and immediately averted his eyes. She was behind a screen and presumably half naked if not all while a witch who looked to have had one to many cosmetic spells done looked though a pile of dresses.

"Miss. Whirlington you uh owled me."

"Hello Marcus. This is Yevonne my stylist I haven't found the time to find the absolute perfect dress for the Ministry's sweetheart ball what with running magical Britain and all" she laughed and stepped from the screen in a red dress

"Yevonne what do we think of this one?" She asked turning around in the mirror. Yevonne took a drag from her cigarette not even looking up at her.

"Nyet, red, it is a cliche on Valentines, I never work with"she said taking a drag from her cigarette not even looking up at her.

Cynthia considered it for a second and shrugged.

"Very well then Flint what do you make of it?"

"Uh..."

"I agree far more suited for Christmas. Are you going to the ball?" she asked gliding back behind the screen to change"

"Well I-"

"Excellent it's exactly what I wanted to hear bring your delightful fiancee of yours"

"I'll see if she-"

"Tell her don't get a dress from Miss Parkinson I haven't been able to contact her in weeks, probably because use of the um...incident" She poked her head out and gestured to her nose.

"Oh bugger it's stuck Marcus be a dear and muscle it" She walked over to him and gestured to
the zipper of the dress.

Marcus nervously messed with it as Cynthia carried on her conversation.

"Now what was I saying before...OH! Right, I need you to do me a favor"

"Anything for the Ministress" he said concentrating more on the zipper.

"Head the ETPW union"

"What?!" there was a tear and Yevonne's eyes fianlly focused in on Marcus.

"If you're thinking, this dress, was it expensive, the answer it being Da!" She flicked her cigarette into an ash tray and moved the ministress back behind the screen glaring at Marcus.

"I can't I have...it's not exactly"

"Marcus darling I don't see a better candidate"

"Well I-"

"Here's an idea Marcus" she said coming out from behind the screen in a Riding Habit

"Why don't you find someone more suited then you?" She smiled then grabbed her her riding crop and helmet

"But but-"

"Can't sit and chat I'm afraid, I'm going out riding with the China's Minister and discuss their high tax on Threstle powder I might have challenged him to a race when I meant to say "Hello how is your Auntie with the toe fungus?"

Once again Flint was left there with a head full of questions, all asking how he ended up in this situation AGAIN!

[Practice to streets of Diagon]
[Early Evening]
[Anyone]

Flint, you got China patterns and lace on the brain?

Clever did you think of that one on your on there darling. *throws a pair of old moldy socks at his teammate* Just a bad practice I'm still carrying around you lot.

Yeah well you better get it together this Friday, we play Portree. *throws them back at him*

Tell Bruno he has nothing to worry about I still fully have things under control. Marget insists on hiring a planner and I simply refuse to have some crook convince her into paying for things we don't even need!I'm perfectly able to handle things on my own.

Have you set a date then

...of course I have. *shifty eyes* Now if you'll excuse me. *heads out and apparates into Diagon*

*frustrated sigh* Bloody date!

[coming out of a Wedding boutique]
[Anyone]
[Afternoon]

The very thin woman beside Marcus these day always seemed very serious about something. She had wavy brown hair, green eyes and fair skin. She dressed modestly but never old fashioned.
"Mr. Flint" She said as they walked around the Wedding Boutique.
"It is to my understanding that the bride unusually picks her own gown and I believe we've had this discussion no matter what your passed relationships have been in, I make my clothing choices"
"Of course Margret, but we're just making the appointment so that you can come in and have the undivided attention of the shop keep" She stopped and looked at him.
"I've already made an appointment,remember I told you."
"Yes you did, but when we go out, there will no doubt be a few camera men and reporters who saw us go in"
"And what would that accomplish exactly"
"Well what with two of MLE's finest getting themselves kidnapped we never properly made an announcement and this is our chance"
Her eyes widened.
"Mr. Flint, I don't know if I'm comfortable-"

"Being photographed? Well I'm sorry to say that you'll have to get use to it...look I'll hold your hand through it. All you really have to do is smile." He smiled helpfully.

They walked out the door and sure enough there were flashes from cameras all wanting to know just what was going on. He raised his hand to quite them.

"Gentlemen, Miss Pratchett. Me and my Fiancee are just out to set an appointment." It seemed that each of them were asking at least a dozen questions in one breath.

"Mr.Flint! Over here! Robert Nelson from The Daily Prophet, Who is she?"

"Her name is Margret Fredrickson."

"Marcus Flint! Daniel Tunpike,Modern Wizard Times. Did your break up with Miss Parkinson have anythign to do with you having an Affair with Angelina Johnson."

"I've said before that was an ill received prank on the media and me and Miss Parkinson separated over many things as so many other couples."

"Marky Marcus! Kitty Pratchett from Twitchy Witch, so can we still confirm that your favorite color is green and that the wedding will have this color scheme? Also who is Miss Fredrickson wearing?"

"Um...yes okay and I don't-"

"Pansy Parkinson...Business wear." Margret pipped in. Marcus turned and looked at her and gave her a "well done" look. She snakes her hand around his arm and kept up the smile as they walked through the crowd and out of sight. All and all it was a good afternoon.

[Christmas Morning to evening]
[Anyone and recipients Draco, Nott, Pansy, and Daphne]
[10 in the morning to 7 int he evening]

"Link" He called. You may send out the gifts.

"Even..."

"No just the one I labeled for her"

( Gifts! )

He sat down to his Christmas breakfast happily. Daphne had already found her fat juicy Dragon bone out back and was nawing on it happily.
"Thank you for not letting that beast into the house"

"I didn't deny her entrance she lieks her bone and it can't fit int he drawing room"

"Yess well Happy Christmas any how. I will very much enjoy the brouche you've given me. And might i say I am very happy you have dropped that horrid girl"

"She chucked me Auntie"

"Don't be vulgar Marcus, I want strand for it. One should never be broken up with by a female, it's most unbecoming." Marcus just smiled into spaced. Maybe it was the Christmas cheer, or rather the whiskey in his coffee but it didn't seem to upset him that she was hear.

"Margret will be by for new years you can announce your engagement then. The wedding will be held the same week"

"Of course Auntie"

Pansy was right, he realized this a long time ago, he made a rubbish boyfriend, so maybe trying his hand at matrimony since the woman he loved didn't want him.

[Flint estate in Diagon]
[Anyone]
[Mid day]

It was an odd day for Mr.Marcus Flint. His tea arrived 2 minutes late. Not that it mattered for over a week the days were a drunken blur and these days he liked to substitute a good english gray for a pint of Irish Guinness, one of the few things he thought muggles did well. Perhaps things had been off even before and he was just to pissed to notice. But then again this only added to the bizzare nature. You, see if Marcus had received his tea when he was supposed to. He would have had his breakfast on time allowing his stomach to be filled enough to begin his pub hopping on time. And in the drunken haze he wouldn't have noticed Link put up the tree three-quarters of an inch to the left when it ought to be to the right, he wouldn't have sicked Daphne on him in the garden. He wouldn't have had his first sincere laugh in a long time. Instead of bypassing the brandy he would have drank himself stupid and thrown the presents into the fire place. Since he was still sober and alert he picked up a present for Pansy and remembered something he had to do. He took out a quill and parchment and began writing.


Dear Miss Jones,
From what I recall I was in a state when we spoke. I don't fully remember your name just the name on the envelopes next to the bin I...well you had to clean it I'm sure you don't need details. I am very grateful to you so please except this early Christmas present as a token of my appreciation.
-Marcus D Flint


He took Pansy's name of the box with the bracelet and matching earrings and tied it to his owl.And sighed in accomplishment. If his tea hadn't been late he wouldn't have been a proper gentlemen and thanked the woman who saw him at his worse. He wouldn't have noticed how beautiful his home looked at Christmas time. Daphne's barks to go for a walk never would have been heard,Marcus would never have gone to get her leash and then he would have once again missed the fact that all the paintings in his house were empty except for the green glow of the dark mark in the distance of each back ground.

"...come on Daphne, we'll take a quick walk in muggle London today" he said distracted.

"Link" he called.

Link limped in quickly.

"I want all of these paintings down by time I get back"

He looked over at the one that usually stayed empty other then a chair, not there was a coat hanging from it. Father was home.

"Especially that one, I want that one in the attic and uh...bring down the wintry landscape I just had done for mother." He smiled quickly.

He tugged on Daphne's leash and headed out the door.

[Diagon Alley]
[Night]
[Anyone]

Oi mate you have the word-

Eunuch yeah yeah I know! It's a practical joke.

Whatever mate your uh lifestyle *guy laughs then walks off*

*takes out a cigarette and lights up*
*two woman pass by on the way back from a pub and giggle*

Seeing is believing ladies, I could show you both that it's not only is it there it's in peek physical condition.

*winks*

*women walk off quickly*

bloody fucking hell

[WWN]
[Everyone]

This week in fact, The Bat's Marcus Flint made a fuss outside a known hangout of quidditch stars. He was caught in an intimate moment with Arrows Chaser Angelina Johnson. Today we have Marcus Flint to explain exactly why he's taken up with Miss Johnson after a seemingly happy relationship with Pansy.

Yes well Carvey, the thing is we've been on again off again for ages. Nothing serious mind you.

And what about her relationship with Oliver Wood?

Well let's just say relationships within the league never really go into the public. It was an accident that occurred the other day, heat of the comment What can I say I saw me gorgeous Angel and I just had to kiss her. And they've been rocky for awhile and...well lets just say I wouldn't be surprised if she came out and said that it was over officially.

And what abour Miss Parkinson.

Well she isnt exactly monogamous, and this isn't a monogamous relationship. We're dating, casually.Though I have been keeping this affair secret for some time

Oh my, well more on this story after a word from our sponsor.

[Pansy's to...]
[Anyone]
[Halloween night] *Knocks on the door carrying a box and wearing a very old fashioned suit with a gold mask*

Pansy darling are you in? It's Halloween!

[Bar]
[Anyone]
[5pm]

After much thought and struggle Marcus decided he needed an assistant. The trouble was where does one find a assistant to assist int he tedious and brain breaking task of sorting through the rubbish to find an assistant? He had bubbly witches just looking to get close to him, die hard fans, organization freaks, weirdos, children, old timers, all in competent. Now he was soothing his migraine over a bourbon trying desperately not to light the next interviewee on fire.

[Rally]
[Anyone]
[Early evening]

"And what about us still feeling the affects of the economic decline it's all well and good for Diagon but what about places like Hogsmeade or worse place some of us living in muggle villages can't afford to get our floo set up, what will you do for us"

Cynthia nodded through the question and gave it some thought.

"Tax cuts and asking our other Wizarding brethren from all over to help aid us in supplies, I saw something that troubled me the other day, simple potion supplies such as Billywig parts are down! Now I don't think our Mr.Ponter knows what that's like up there in his office, never making his own potions."

There was a mummer of agreeance among the crowed.

"What about your rightest views, the ETPW Union. Who ever heard of such a thing, purebloods needing help? They're the most pampered and privileged among us! I think this is just another excuse to get the elite-"

"AM I ELITE?" Shouted someone in a crowed."My brother was in with the Deatheater, I live just as well as the next poor Joe, how are his mistakes my problem? I have every right as a citizen to work and the Union helps me!"

Cynthia settled the crowed and spoke again.

"Look the fact of the matter is we're all in this together, all bloods, what has happened to us is grave but now is the time to throw out old ideas,old prejudices and work so we can all get on our feet! Pure,half,muggleborn, it doesn't matter we're all stuggeling in some way. And to the people who call me and my organization elitists, let me ask you is Alicia Spinnet Elitist? Are the great Weasley Twins elitists? No! Vote for me Britain and I promise you things will get brighter, you won't get any "smoke and mirrors" from me. When things are bad I'll tell you and I wobn't start arresting anyone and everyone just to cover up the real problems in our society."

The band and choir began as she walk off the platform and Marcus started passing out pins and flyers.

"A vote for a future is a vote for Whirlington! Whirlington for Ministress of magic!" He shouted throwing the flyers around.

[Flat to ETPW]
[Anyone]
[Late morning]

It felt liek he had only be back for a few moments then days, yet already he was taken away by waves of letters and business. The Ethical Treatment of Pureblood workers was started in an effort to combat the paranoia ensued policies Minister Ponter had established. Barely a year old the union had successfully made life easier for those subjected to randomized wand screenings, background checks, and all the other things keeping decent hard working people from being fired or kept from their jobs simply because they were related through some way, to a Death Eater or they themselves were once under Voldemort's thumb. It was a small step but a step that needed to be taken regardless what anyone else thought.

Mister Flint,
It seems like age since we've seen your face at headquarters, with the season over I was just wondering as an old friend would you mind coming around for a chat.
Your's Truely,
Cynthia Whirlington President of ETPW Union

Of course he had no choice but to go when Whirlington wanted to talk it meant he was going to be swept into some political storm that quite frankly he had no business in, not anymore any way. He had gotten what he wanted, his name was cleared Nott was free, he sent them money and that was about it. But she would be persistent.

"I'm running for Ministress of Magic!" She said immediately after he sat down. She slid the test poster his way.

"Well..that's...great ma'am..."

"I'm glad you think so, you'll be helping fund it then? 1,000 galleons total to get me started so, abotu 500 from you should do it." she nodded.

"Uh..."

"Flint, we helped to get you back in the league and we put out the word on your friend, granted you helped us in the past but now you can do some real good for ALL wizards and witches."

"Fine...I guess I can spot the Union a bit more money to go to your campaign"

"Terrific! Here are the buttons I'm giving you a list of all the magazines, this is my PR agent Smith and campaign manager Jones"

Smith and Jones nodded not looking up up from their note books.

"You'll be working with them to get our message a cross. "Whirlington for a purely tough Britain" "

Everyone fell silent.

"Miss if I may we need to work on that one" Smith nodded.

"You're already the president of a Union that a lot of people identify with Dark arts and blood supremacy, very ugly putting pure in the name." Jones added

"Perhaps you're right, well we'll work on that, BUT anyway Flint these two are who you'll be working with until the election. Here pass out a few buttons to the ladies they seem to like you. Report back here later today, you're dismissed."

Flint was nudged out of the room back into the main headquarters looking dazed and confused.He turned around to a a familiar giggeling face.

"Matilda..."

"Welcome back Mr. Superstar." she said waltzing off happy to him back as another servant of the Union machine.