Marcus’ eyes were trained solely on Danny as the boy reacted to his voice. Marcus had to remind himself (quite a few times already, and the two hadn’t even talked yet) to attempt to keep calm. He honestly didn’t know if that was going to be possible. He remembered how he had managed to keep collected when Belle broke the news to him. Though that had been completely different circumstances. For one he had just managed to get Belle back and didn’t want to ruin anything. Besides, he couldn’t really be mad at her. It was because of him that she got driven into Danny’s arms in the first place. He had made the mistake of forgetting to reschedule their date so that he could attend the dinner party. He was the one who had made her cry all those tears.
But he could still be angry at Danny. And he was certainly planning on it. Danny should have never gone through with the entire thing. Belle was visibly broken. Marcus had been able to see it the moment that he found her in that closet the next morning. The messed up hair, ruffled dress, and clear indications that she had been crying. Granted, he didn’t know what she had looked like after that. But the way the two of them reunited, he could have guessed that she was still rather upset about the way that things had gone down. Danny should have noticed this and acted properly. Not agreeing to sleep with her when she was clearly distraught over something else. That would have made things worse. No, the gentleman thing to do would have been there as a shoulder to cry on, not a warm body to lie beside. What Danny did was out of line. And Marcus was going to make sure that the other boy knew about it.
After the corridor cleared out (wow, that happened quick. Marcus would have to take note of that technique the next time he was running late to class and a gaggle of first years had decided to choose that moment to forget how to walk), Marcus walked over to Danny. He took slow, deliberate steps to give off an air of seriousness. He kept his arms crossed and eyes locked on Danny. There was a part of him that considered just lunging at the Ravenclaw and getting in as many blows as he could before the other boy knew what was even going on. But that would be a cheap shot, and Marcus was above that. Still he kept his right hand balled into a fist and made sure that he had easy access to his wand.
He stopped about a foot away from Danny. Marcus took a moment to assess the situation. Danny looked to have an advantage if things got physical. He was slightly taller than Marcus, and also a bit bulkier, in contrast to Marcus’ more compact frame. Though it was tough to say who would actually have an advantage. They were both Beaters, which meant that they had to have some strength behind their swings. “Oh I’m just peachy. Shame we won’t get to play against each other in Quidditch again. It means I won’t be able to return the favor. Though I think I did get a bit of revenge with that nice Bludger I sent at your Chaser. Tell me; is he out of the Hospital Wing yet? That was quite a fall off his broom.”
Marcus bit his inner-cheek. He wasn’t particularly in the mood for the idle chitchat that the two of them were going through. He wanted to say his piece and hopefully get out of there before his fist came in contact with Danny’s face. At the mention of people sleeping together, Marcus almost lost it. That and that stupid face Danny pulled made the anger flash in his body. It was like Danny was rubbing it in his face. But would he be? Had Belle told the other boy that he was the reason for the tears? “Italian boy? Cute. Not the best name I’ve ever been called. But cute. Aren’t Ravenclaws supposed to be clever? Shouldn’t you have been able to come up with something a bit better than that? Frankly, I’m a little disappointed.”
Marcus shifted his weight slightly on to the balls of his feet so that he bobbed back and forwards. “Actually, I do want to talk to you about that. Rumor around the castle says that not too long you and Belle Furlong had a little rendezvous. Is that true?”
Of course it was true. Belle wouldn’t lie to him about it. If it was some other girl, sure, he might have believed it. Then it could have been some petty attempt at getting Marcus jealous. But he didn’t get jealous over the trifling of other girls. Though when it came to his Belle, you could bet your left butt cheek that he was going to get jealous. After all, that was the reason he was here in the first place, talking to a boy that he really had no want to talk to. Marcus voice lowered. It was above a whisper, and could come off as a threat. That is if Danny wanted to interpret it that way. “Because if it is, then we need to have a little chat about it.”
wearing: a scowl
notes Boy has feelings