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Done! And yes, I think once you read it, that I love my own little spurts of chaos.

Marcus was glad to be sitting with halfway intelligent people. Michaels had been quiet for the most part and Drake kept boasting about how well prepared he was, but Marcus could see right through it. Marcus may not have been book smart, having had to retake a few seventh year classes at Hogwarts and graduate a year later, but he knew quite a bit about people and sports. Drake was only boasting because he was assigned one of the few true neutral teams, and he knew it. Oh Merlin, one of theirs had been thrown in Azkaban for war crimes, but he was a reserve player no one really knew or cared about. Granted, yes, he was sure all of them were being looked at, but that was because of the team's bad reputation. "So, Drake," Marcus drawled, growing quite weary of the man not shutting his mouth. "Exactly what can you do?" Michaels nodded. "Aside from, obviously, being able to know what exactly is going on with the team you are supposed to protect. Drake paused, and he sighed. "I am most skilled in shield charms, and I am fair at transforming things and people." Marcus leaned back a bot, hearing the volume increase substantially once the rest of the Falcons entered the Cauldron. He rolled his eyes, but as he would have it, it seemed their owner wasn't far behind the crowd, speaking with a couple of others. He soon addressed Drake, "Quite average, glad to know that our beaters would do better than you." Drake's face drew into a frown, and Michaels chimed in once more. "No kidding, hit a bludger to Daniels and watch them fall." Drake excused himself and Marcus smirked, seeing him sit with the man who he presumed was the auror for the Falcons. "Finally." "He wasn't lying about you being offered a contract with the Falcons?" Michaels asked, and he shook his head. "No. I really regret not signing with them now, but here I was almost guaranteed off the reserves in a year." He said, and Michaels nodded, and soon their food was placed before them and they ate in silence. Marcus never moved his gaze from the Falcons, or their owner. If he ever had a chance to grovel for a job, more figuratively than literally, but he didn't need his team to see. That could put him out of a job entirely, and he almost looked forward to their game against Puddlemere United. He always did, especially with Wood there. The animosity never died between them. Aside from Quidditch rivalries, he had gotten one of Wood's girlfriends at Hogwarts to cheat on him. It just made things worse, and even now he was sure that was what kept friction between them. Still, all but him and Kearney were in the Cauldron from Puddlemere, and he could only guess that it was for a reason. Marcus paid for his food and went to leave the Cauldron after paying for his meal, and he headed out, strolling down Diagon Alley. He caught a few stores bustling before nearly slamming into a red head who was coming out of a tea shop. "Watch it." He hissed, and she glared at him. "Watch yourself." Ginny spat, and he saw her heading towards the Cauldron. He had halfa mind to follow her and give her a.piece of his mind. And after a moment, he did follow her. He found her standing by Katie. Oh god, Jingle Bell again, Oh well. "Hey, Katie. Charlie will be in after a few minutes, we have a little surprise for you." Ginny informed the blonde, and Marcus walked over, not caring, and knocked into her, acting as if he were heading towards his team. "Watch it!" "Sorry, must have missed you there, kind.of like how you missed me." He chuckled, mightily, but soon a tall red haired man walked in with a small blonde boy, and he approached Ginny before the blonde boy ran towards Katie. "Aun' Ka'ie!" He exclaimed, but he ran into Marcus' legs and backed away, slightly scared. He moved.back, but soon the red haired man walked up, knowing full well Katie could handle this, but she didn't need a fight. "Try it. Trust me, it will be the biggest mistake you make." Charlie said, seeing how Ayden quickly got over it and clambered into Katie's lap, and shying into her shoulder. Marcus put his hands up. "Not that bad, Weasley. Perhaps we can settle it later. You know, so the brat can't be an excuse." He had a feeling those were fighting words, and he moved towards his team, hearing a collection of responses before Daniels sat with him. "Watch it, Flint. Can't have any preseason drama." He hissed, and Flint just shrugged.

Should have Marcus up soon, just finishing up my hand written copy. I had some fun with him. =)

 Oliver Wood || 24 || Gryffindor || Pureblood || Captain and Keeper for Puddlemere United || Ebony, 10 2/3", Dragon Heartstring

 Katie Bell || 20 || Gryffindor || Pureblood || Reserve Chaser for the Falmouth Falcons || Ash, 7 1/4", Unicorn Hair

 MARCUS FLINT 24|SLYTHERIN ALUMNUS|PURE BLOOD AN ELEVEN INCH WAND MADE OF CHESTNUT WOOD AND DRAGON HEARTSTRING CORE CHASER FOR THE TUTSHILL TORNADOES, FOR NOW Marcus was never exactly what you would call a fair player, but when he graduated and went professional, he stopped some of his unfair ways. He was offered a spot on the Falcons, but took a contract with Tutshill, much against his better judgement. Marcus remained neutral during the war, but still lost plenty of friends. He turned to alcohol while in the off season, but having to get himself off of it has been hell.

 AYDEN MICHAEL LOCKWOOD HALF BLOOD|ALMOST TWO YEARS OLD Ayden took his mother's last name for his protection. He loves anything that flies, and he loves to be allowed to ride on a broom. He Is very intelligent for his age, and is learning to speak rather fast. He is good natured and picks up on others emotions easily. His godfather is Charlie Weasley and his godmother is Katie Bell. He is his Aunt Katie's biggest fan.

 RYAN LOCKWOOD 22|GRYFFINDOR ALUMNUS|PURE BLOOD AN EIGHT AND A HALF INCH WAND MADE OF WHITE OAK WITH A THESTRAL HAIR CORE FORMER UNSPEAKABLE IN THE DEPARTMENT OF MYSTERIES, NOW AN AUROR Ryan Michelle Lockwood was born into a rather known pureblood lineage, her father an esteemed auror, and her mother a healer that specialized in injuries related to magical creatures and Quidditch. However, as lavish as he life used to be, something about Ryan was always different. It was noticed when she began at Hogwarts, where she was placed in Gryffindor, though she could hear the hat wanting to place her in Slytherin. Not wanting to be sterotyped as a Slytherin Slimeball, she practically begged the sorting hat to place her in Gryffindor with some friends she had made on the Hogwarts Express. She is driven and ambitious, clever and proud, bold and reckless, as well as loyal and protective. But, Ryan never did well with showing her emotions, but she was able to make friends easily because of her calm demeanor. One such friend was Katie Bell, whom Ryan met on the Hogwarts Express. She often sat alone and Katie found her way into the compartment she had nestled into. After that, Ryan gradually began to trust her, and she is one of the few people that she trusts. She can let loose around her, and she is able to show what she is feeling. As she continued on in school, it was apparent that she had quite an understanding of the darker aspects of magic, one of those fields being necromancy. So, despite her well rounded skill set, and her ambition to be a healer like her mother, she was called in to be an unspeakable after she graduated. Its was there she met her husband, and when she was twenty they had a son named Ayden who looked exactly like her. And her husband's good friend Charlie Weasley became his godfather, and it was through him that Ryan met Oliver Wood all over again, as they had gone to see him play on Puddlemere United. Her husband was killed during the war, being a muggle born who fought back against the MBRC, and Ryan left the Department of Mysteries before she was targetted, and she and her son went to stay with the Weasleys who had become a second family to her. After the Battle of Hogwarts, Ryan became an auror, and with Quidditch starting back, she volunteered to work on their cases with Death Eaters still at large. Not to mention she uses it as a cover to work on her own things. She has made it her own personal goal to free the still trapped muggleborns and bring those to justice who have done wrong.

Ryan is up. Whoop! Shall have Marcus up in a bit. I am going back to bed.

Ryan was glad to be away from the Leaky Cauldron, as so many times since the end of the war, the wrong person said the wrong thing to her. As hard as it was for her to show emotion, anger came almost too naturally. Ayden and she found Oliver rather quickly, and when he pulled her chair out for her she gave a polite nod and a quiet, 'thank you,' as she watched her toddler find his way into the seat beside her. She finally took in their surroundings, it was quite peaceful here. No people throwing things at each other, no one was screaming at the top of their lungs. It was really, truly, peaceful. And when Padma came over, she saw Ayden offer the woman a smile, and she allowed him to order for himself. She only repeated it when she realized how incomprehensible his babble had been, but he was learning rather quickly. And she simply ordered some herbal tea for herself. Her mind had been hazy though, and the root of the problem she needed to desperately address. She knew that being so new in the aurors office might seem less than ideal for a team that would be heavily targeted like Puddlemere, however, she also knew that she could handle that pressure far better than their most weathered aurors. I mean, for Merlin's sake, she had been the youngest unspeakable in an age... and her work heavily involved work with the veil. Most people would never understand the stress it put on people, but for some reason, Ryan could handle it very naturally. Ayden's voice snapped her from inside her own head, the file still dancing its way through her thoughts. "Mum," he said, looking to Oliver. "Like Aun' Ka'ie?" Ryan gave a gentle smile and nod. "Yes sweetheart. He plays Quidditch like your Aunt Katie." She whispered before finally addressing the Scottish man sitting with them. "I do apologize, but this has been bothering me quite a bit. One of the first files I read was for a Kearney Stevens, and well... I just have to know who you have advocating for you. It isn't right that his appeal is taking so long to push through. Granted, the Ministry, nor the aurors office for that matter, are perfect, but the fact that they are putting off such..." she searched for the words a moment, "pressing matters, it really makes me wonder." And as if her child could sense his mother's discomfort, he took her hand and held onto two of her fingers. It caused her heart to drop for a moment. He was so much like his father. Very few could tell what she felt or what she was thinking, but Trent had always known how to put her at ease. She couldn't help but to kiss the little boy's forehead, her front betraying what her eyes were saying. "You are so much like him." She mumbled into his skin before moving away and busying herself with her conversation again. "Oh, I almost forgot." She said, opening her bag and fingering through a few papers before she passed the one she selected to him. "If I could get your signature on this. It's just a rather wordy way of saying that I have read over your team's files and find that none of you are guilty of war crimes, and this one," she said, placing another sheet out, "Is for an expedited appeal for Mr. Stevens. I know you have probably filled out far more of these than you care to admit, and I would care to know about, but I just need your signature on this one, I have already taken care of the rest." A few more jingles from the bell over the door didn't earn any attention from Ryan as she dug for a quill, but they certainly gained Ayden's attention. He scampered down from his seat, and almost as quickly, Ryan stood, her wand about in her hand before she relaxed. "Unc Cha'lie!" She let out the breath she had been holding, "I am truly sorry, normally I am not this distracted. If you'll excuse me." She said, seeing the tall red haired.man scoop the giggling boy up in his arms. To his left was Ginny who smiled to Ryan. "You been behaving for your, mum?" Charlie asked, and Ayden nodded. "I see fly!" Ayden grinned and Charlie looked at him. "You did?" He asked and soon Ayden motioned for Ginny as he smiled. "I fly?" He asked both Charlie and Ginny. Ginny nodded and Ryan felt Charlie pull her aside before seeing Oliver, and she looked up to him. "I am so sorry for earlier, really." Charlie said, she nodded. "I understand, how did you know we were here?" She asked and he shrugged. "I didn't, Ginny suggested popping in here when we didn't see you in the Cauldron." He said. "Saw Katie there, so I figure we'd take him over there after lunch to see her, so you can get some work done." "Thanks." She said, and soon she had to cover her mouth with her hand at the site she and Charlie were walking towards. "He like Aun' Ka'ie. He fly too. Play qui..." Ayden was talking to Ginny, and getting visibly frustrated for not being able to put Quidditch together. "Maybe I just need to stop apologizing with Ayden here." Ryan said, and Charlie clapped Oliver's shoulder. "Long time, no see, mate. Sorry about dropping the little flyer in on your practice. Had something to attend to, but once little man is done eating Gin and I are going to take him flying." He said, seeing the boy's face light up. "Charlie." Ryan said, firmly, and he nodded. "Only if he behaves the rest of the time." Charlie said, and Ginny excused herself to get them a table at the Cauldron. And Charlie stood, helping Ayden with his food when it came as Ryan refocused on her work. "Where was I?" She asked herself before quickly regaining her thoughts. "Oh, right, if you want to read my piece on this second form, feel free, I have a copy for you as well. And this final form is, more or less, a list of my skill sets and what have you, so if you have questions there, please feel free to ask." She was surprised at herself for being so, all over the place, but to be honest, she knew having her son there made her that way. She wouldn't forgive herself if anything bad happened to anyone else, and only Merlin knew how she would be if anything happened to her son.