Snippet #1952406

Marcus made his way through the hallway, passing students and often stopping for a quick chat. As he reached the stairs he often enjoyed when they moved and took him somewhere else. He was at the last stairway until his floor to get to his potions class until the thing started to move and take him away. He wasn't particulaly bothered as in his class they were mainly just studying for N.E.W.T's. The potions where getting harder and required more study in which Marcus didn't really want to give. As the stairs halted and he stepped off he realised that he was dropped off near the newly hung portraits of Harry, Hermione and Ron. His jovial mood darkened slightly as he remembered the dark time.

He still couldn't believe that it was only last year that they had defeated the Dark Lord. He had known Harry, not particularly well but because they were on the same Quidditch team he had chatted to him. In that time he and his sister were moved around the world constantly. He couldn't believe that it took the destruction of the wizarding world for his parents to take an interest in him and his sister. Thanks to their wealth they were able to go to different places which wasn't too bad. His dad tried to make it sound like a holiday but it was too stressful knowing that people he knew were going to die. It was devastating knowing that one of his good mates in his little posse had been killed. It struck him again at how fortunate he was but at the same time it had seemed cowardly. That his parents would rather escape then bother to help.

He started to move his feet towards the other set of stairs that would take him to the right floor but never left his eyes from the portrait until he reached midway. He glanced at his watched and realised that if he didn't hurry he would be late. It didn't really prompt him though so he simply walked slightly faster than his usual steps. He was the last one to enter his class room and Prof. Slughorn had already set up.

"Morning sir." Marcus acknowledged and casually walked to his seat next to Jessica. She was a mousy looking girl but had quite the cheeky tongue and would always make the lesson much more fun.

"Why, how kind of you to grace us with your presence Master Lowth." Slughorn replied in his pompous tone. It was sometimes difficult to determine whether he was being sarcastic or not.

"Of course Professor. I wouldn't miss your class for the world." He backchatted with the class responding with some covered laughs.

Professor Slughorn just sighed and went back to what they would be learning this semster and what potions they would be taught. Marcus was only half aware and instead entertained himself by talking to Jessica who had an opinion on everything.