[G.Hall] Scared of Oldies

[Marcus Conway]

It had always been one of Marcus's ambitions to be able to speak to a grown up without flinching or stuttering. He had noticed that he did both very often whenever he spoke to people older then him. Sure, he managed to speak to Amara just fine but she was his sister and she wasn't really human so she didn't count. No, Marcus meant older people that he wasn't related to.

This was much harder then he thought it would be as older students and teachers too scared the breath right out of the small red headed boy. Even Alice sometimes made him nervous. He wasn't sure why he acted that way around older people. Perhaps it was the fact that Mar had told him how nasty older students are? Or perhaps it was the fact that he didn't know them? Whatever the reason over coming his fear would take a long time.

Marcus had decided to go ahead of Alice and Sam to the Great Hall to get them seats as the two had been taking very long. As he took the steps two at a time, but still carefully and hesitantly, he thought that maybe this would be the perfect time to try and concur his fear. Alice would tell him to go for it, he knew, and Sam would not have any idea what they were going on about so he made the decision as he turned the corner into the Great Hall that he would find some older student and try make friends.

The sight of all the students in the Great Hall made Marcus stop in his tracks and jerk back, taking a double take. The whole school was gathered for breakfast it seemed and Marcus didn't know where to start. He decided that at his own table would be best so he took a seat at the Hufflepuff table far from any other people.

"I'll do it another day," he assured himself and feeling much comforted and smiling a little as he took to filling his plate with toast and baked beans.

[Willa Abbott]

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[Marcus Conway]

Marcus had begun to collect food to eat. This may have made him sound like a caveman but by the skinny arms and bony legs you would never say that this little red head had ever once been related to a caveman. If it was true that humans were once cavemen then Marcus was certain that he must have skipped that stage in evolution and gone straight from the water to the small little boy he is now.

And even with all of this in mind, Marcus continued to pile food on his plate. He was very hunger that morning, clearly. He had: three pieces of toast, one marmalade roll, a spoonful of scrambled eggs, three portions of bacon, a large helping of chips and as Marcus was reaching for the tomatoes (as he did love his tomatoes) there was a funny noise that made Marcus look around.

He would have jumped but he was too nervous about what it may be; even if it was a ghost he would rather not go anywhere near it. Slowly, Marcus put the plate with the tomatoes down and craned his neck around to see who was there or who was watching him. He didn't see anyone and he was very happy about that. Marcus would rather be hearing things then fins something that could possibly scare him. Marcus hated admitting it but he did scare easily.

Turning back, Marcus did jump. There was suddenly a much older girl sitting next to him with crazy glasses on and wild black hair. He didn't like her, she scared him too much, but the poor second year couldn't get up the courage to move away from the crazy Gryffindor. She whispered to Marcus, to his eye and he huffed very indignantly. When she moved away, Marcus pulled of his glasses and wiped them down with the corner of his shirt. He couldn't stand having dirty glasses.

The young Hufflepuff's sight was truly awful so with his glasses off he couldn't make out what the girl had just pulled out of what seemed like nowhere. Marcus wanted to ask her not to hurt him but he was so stunned by amazement that his throat went dry and he couldn't say anything. He put his glasses back on, pushing them up his nose with his forefinger and blinked a few times at the girl.

Marcus realised his mouth had been open so he quickly closed it and coughed to clear his throat. Leaning forward a little bit, Marcus asked as delicately as he could manage (though slightly hoarsely), "are you alright? Do you need someone to take you to the Infirmary ... or perhaps somewhere else?" Marcus was very worried about the girl's sanity though he was too worried about being jinxed to say it out right.