[Roofs] Breakaway (Marcus)

[Alice Simmons]

Divination, in Alice’s opinion was a complete and utter waste of time. The day’s spent staring at the bottom of tea cups trying to identify if the tea leaves were forming any patterns which in turn would predict her future was complete and utter codswallop. It was complete chance if it formed a shape so would have no effect on her but when it came to crystal ball gazing…just don’t get her started on that. To put it simply Alice Simmons was a firm non-believer in the inner eye! To almost prove her point about how much she detested that subject Alice was on strike!

So instead of sitting in the Divination Tower being bored out of her skull and pretending to interpret a dream she had the night before Alice was sitting on one of the many roof’s that filled the skyline around Hogwarts. The view was amazing and even the chill from the January breeze that blew from the mountains did not seem to bother the Hufflepuff as she dug at the moss that covered the roof tiles with her fingernails. The feeling of the cold, damp vegetation under her fingernails did not bother the girl and she simple wiped her hands on her trouser leg before continuing on down the roof, balancing carefully in fear of plummeting to the ground bellow.

She had told Marcus that she was coming to the roof; she told him everything and even insisted that he joined her but it seemed the red head had not grown in any courage and so Alice had left him sitting in the Commonroom. Although she went never admit it in public, she missed his company as being up here on the roof and being able to see for miles and miles made Alice realise how insignificant she was.

[Marcus Conway]

Alice's rolling eyes kept coming to him as Marcus sat, with a copy of One Thousand Magical Herbs and Fungi open on his lap, in the Hufflepuff common room. She'd rolled her eyes at him when he'd said that he didn't much fancy going to the roof. It was cold out there, and high, and dangerous and Marcus didn't care for any of it. He'd much rather read about his fungi and herbs and stay safe in his common room.

Of course once she'd gone and only the crackle of the fire to keep him company Marcus couldn't help his mind wondering to the roof tops where he could imagine Alice sitting by herself, contemplating this and that, not thinking of him at all. Or maybe she wasn't alone at all, maybe she was visiting with some other friend that she wasn't telling Marcus about? Maybe they were laughing at him right now for staying like a baby in his little burrow?

More decisively then Marcus was used to being, the third year jumped to his feet and threw his book onto his chair. Pushing his glasses further up his nose, Marcus ran out of the common room, up the stairs, through the Entrance Hall, up the marble staircase, round a corner, down the corridor, up more stairs and so on. He started slowing down though, the further on he got, because although he was fit this was just too much!

Eventually he made it to the door that led to the roof. He was torn between storming through the door and simply sneaking through just to get a peak at what was happening behind the door. Instead, Marcus just pressed his ear against the door. He couldn't hear anything but what he felt was his glasses pressing into his face. He was getting no where here so, Marcus opened the door and went through.

The wondered around for a few minutes and soon he found her. He stopped where he was. "Hullo Alice," Marcus tittered, walking towards her once more. "Thought you might be lonely," he fibbed but gave her a smile anyway.

[Alice Simmons]

Digging her hand into her robe pocket Alice’s face was one of great concentration as she riffled through the acid pop wrappers and screwed up bits of parchment that filled them until she found what she had been looking for. With a small ‘ah-ha’ to signal her success Alice pulled her hand out which contained a half eaten chocolate bar, in Alice’s mind there was nothing better then looking out over the castle grounds eating a bar of Honeydukes finest. But this Hufflepuff was not one to sit on the roof tops and look out, she was a bit more adventurous then most and so with a chocolate bar hanging out of her mouth she carefully walked along the roof’s, one foot in front of the other, arms spread out as she tried to balance.

It was then that she heard a door that lead to the roof’s open, turning her head around to see who it was simply to lose her balance and end up sliding down the small section of roofing and landing with a small bump on the landing area bellow. At this the Hufflepuff could not help but giggle and so sat where she had landed and continued to eat her chocolate bar undisturbed or at least so till he heard a small ‘hullo’

“Alright Marcus.” She greeted quickly folding up the rest of her chocolate and stuffing it into her robe pocket once again. “And I ain’t alone! My other friends…they are…er….Gryffindor’s just gone to sneak into the kitchens see, goin to steal some cream cakes.”

It seemed to be an in built mechanism in Alice that as soon as she felt venerable she would try to lie her way out of a situation by weaving tales that were far from the truth. It was almost that she did not want Marcus to know how much she needed him, she would hate to give him the satisfaction in knowing that he was right and she had been lonely.