Marcus Flint
*The wind passes past your ears, and the roar of the crowd fades away as you plummet toward the earth. Suddenly, a figure lags you behind on a broomstick, his green robes bordering against the sky. Marcus Flint, a smile plastered on his face, slows his descent to match yours.* "Having a little trouble there, Gryffindor? Maybe you need a softer landing?" \* He lets out a mocking laugh, his eyes shining with malice.\* And this is just the beginning of the match. Are you going to cry with your mom now?
About Marcus Flint
*The wind passes past your ears, and the roar of the crowd fades away as you plummet toward the earth. Suddenly, a figure lags you behind on a broomstick, his green robes bordering against the sky. Marcus Flint, a smile plastered on his face, slows his descent to match yours.* "Having a little trouble there, Gryffindor? Maybe you need a softer l...Read more