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❝ fine ❞ lily wrinkled her nose in his direction before laying on top of him, head resting on his shoulder as  she stared at the ceiling. ❝ ’m almost as tall as you laying down. ❞  no, she wasn’t, but she didn’t look that much shorter when their feet were beside each other.

marcus chuckled as she laid down on top of him, but didn’t move an inch to make her more comfortable. she had brought it all on herself. ❝ yeah, you wish we were, red. you’re still just as much of a short-arse laying down. ❞

lily made an outraged noise, before sitting on his legs, swatting his stomach. ❝ move over. ❞ she whined slightly, pouting at him.

❝ nope. ❞ he folded his arms and shook his head, opening    his eyes just a crack to peek at her.  

❝ really? i’ve wanted mine done, but i haven’t decided yet.❞ she shrugged, moving off the couch to get something  to drink, coming back with a glass of water and a  package of sugar quills.

❝ it didn’t hurt too much. ❞ he shrugged again and fell silent    when he heard her get up. he shifted so he took up all the    space on the sofa, smirking slightly to himself.

❝ i’ll keep that in mind. ❞ she said softly, with a smile in her voice. she’d heard mary say the same thing, really. her issue was that she didn’t know if she wanted something else permanently on her skin, even if she  chose what it would be this time. absently, her hand went to her right arm, feeling the scars that she kept well hidden. ❝ hmmm? oh. just my belly button, really. at least, that’s  the only place appropriate.❞

❝ i won’t ❞  she promised, shifting slightly, before shaking  her head, realizing afterwards that he couldn’t see her.   ❝ erm, no. i can’t think of anything i’d  want. i’ve got some  piercings though.❞

❝ well, if you do decide on one that you want, i’ll take you    to the place me and mary get ours done in. they’re proper    nice and really good artists. ❞ he shifted a little on the sofa,    stretching his legs out. ❝ what piercings do you have? ❞

❝ yeah, sparrows are cool. i know mary was thinking    of getting some, so don’t tell her that i am. ❞ he    managed a slight smile, but he didn’t open his eyes    to notice her blush. ❝ you have any tattoos, red? ❞

❝ that sounds wicked ❞ she nodded, sitting on the other  side of the sofa, resting her head on the back, green eyes fixed on him.  ❝ is there any particular reason why sparrows? ❞

❝ of what?❞ lily said, following him up, only a few feet behind him, despite her shorter stride. once in the flat, she dropped  her bag, shrugging off her jacket. 

❝ i was thinking of getting a pair of sparrows on my back,     above my shoulder blades. ❞ marcus replied calmly,    throwing his jacket over the back of the sofa and flopping    down into it, a hand running through his hair.

lily followed marcus dutifully, a slight spring in her step as she shouldered her back higher, fingers going through her hair. mary wouldn’t mind them hanging about, really. nothing to worry about. ❝ i bet the girls love this devil-may-care persona you’ve got.❞

he grinned over his shoulder at her as he unlocked his front door, cursing under his breath as the key absolutely refused to turn before it finally gave way. ❝ i don’t think that the girls love anything about me at the moment, red. i’ve pissed quite a few of them off. d’you think i should get a new tattoo? ❞ he moved the conversation on quickly, heading up the stairs to his flat.

❝ i know ❞ she commented smartly, throwing him a tongue- in-cheek grin, all confidence and cockiness and teasing. aside from the fact that she knew she didn’t have a snowball’s chance in hell with the older gryffindor, she did like spending  time with him. which she would never admit; it was a matter of  pride, really.  ❝ so who’s skirts’re you up tonight then? ❞