The Hog's Head

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Marcus is here, chilling, waiting for Millicent to show up because she said she would meet him here, and he is wearing a nice black button up shirt, with a nice, goldish colored tie, but the tie is kinda loose, and then some dark blue jeans, Oh doesn't he look nice? Can you imagine it? Can you? Yeah. He looks hot and he definitely did not spend a bunch of time making sure he looked nice for this little dinner of theirs.

Illie comes in, looking for Marcus. They had totally agreed to meet here. She spots him and goes over to where he is sitting. She couldn't help noticing how nice he looked, almost as if he had dressed up for this occasion. She tried not to look too much into it, but was glad she decided to wear something nice.



She smiled. "Hey Marcus."

Marcus looked up and his eyes went wide and he literally jaw dropped about how gorgeous she looked. "Uh, Hey!" He said, coming back to reality. "Sorry, I was zoning out." Liar. "What's up?"

She tried not to smirk, hoping his reaction was to how she looked. "Nothing. Thanks for meeting me. Consider this a celebration of me trying to get healthy again." She sat in the chair opposite him, crossing her legs and making sure they were still visible out of the side of the table.

"Mmhmm." Was all he said, he tried not to look at her much and just kept trying to think of Andi, he had to control himself. He waved a server person over to them, keeping his eyes fixed on the waiter and not Millicent. She came over and he ordered two Butterbeer's, not water, because Butterbeer has like calories in it. When she walked away he just twiddled his thumbs and kept his eyes on them.

She thought he was acting a bit strange. "Are you okay?" She leaned over and reached her hand across the table. She thought better of it about halfway over and pulled her hand back.

"Huh?" He asked, looking right at her eyes, and nowhere else, just her eyes. "What?? What did you say?" He asked.

She tilted her head to the side. "I said, are you okay? You're acting a bit odd. You feeling alright?" The waiter came with their butterbeers at this point. She thanked him, but didn't take a drink yet.

"Yeah! I'm doing fine." Liar. "Really." He said and grabbed his butterbeer and took a long drink of his and put the glass down, about half of it gone already.

She smiled wide. "Okay. Good." She looked at the drink apprehensively. She picked it up, but just held it there. "So. They make food here?" She looked around the pub, having never been in here before.

"Yeah, they do." He said, nodding, looking at his butterbeer. "Good food. It's full of calories, and fat, stuff like that." he said, picking it up again and taking a sip, not because he was thirsty, but because he didn't want to look at her because well, it's self explanatory really.

Suddenly she looked terrified. He said the 'f' word...fat. He seemed to be not looking at her, and she needed his support right now. She whispered. "Marcus..." She waited to see if he would look at her.

"Hm?" He said putting his drink down, slowly looking up at her and looking once again, right at her face and nowhere else.

She still looked terrified. "I..I don't know if I can do this.." She bit her lip. She was still just holding onto the bottle of butterbeer.

He took a deep, deep breathe and blinked a few times at her. She was just so damn attractive right now he couldn't concentrate. "Why?" He asked. "Is it because we are out in public? Because...why can't you do it?" He asked.

"I just...I'm scared. I can't go back to what I used to be." She looked around. "Besides, I don't know if this counts as public. We're the only ones in here." She half smiled.

"Millicent, Are you afraid of..of getting fat?" He asked with wide eyes. "Because you're not going to. If you are healthy and exercise a normal amount, and eat right, you are just going to be ho-- how you were in the beginning of the year." he said, glad he caught himself there.

She nodded. She really believed she would be okay, as long as she had his help. "Okay. Do you think we could. I don't know, go for runs together? I know you have Quidditch, so I understand if you don't have time." She bit her lip, then finally took a drink of the butterbeer.

"Yeah!" He said nodding. "Sure." He said, because that sounded like a good idea. "You know what, its like really cold in here and I mean, you don't have sleeves, so do you want my jacket?" He offered. "I don't want you to get sick, being so thin, and you know, unhealthy." he said, trying to sound really casual about it.

"Uhh. No thanks. I'm okay. I'm not even cold. If you're the cold one, you should keep your jacket on." She nodded. "You'll go running with me sometime though?" Her eyes lit up. "I know some great spots to go running! That is, if you can keep up with me." She gave a little wink. Was she flirting? Yes. Yes she was.

"Well, no. I'm not cold, I am just fine without my jacket on, but maybe you're already getting sick or something and thats why you don't feel cold. You should really just put a jacket on." he said, ignoring everything else she said.

She rolled her eyes. She pushed back her chair, stood up, and walked to his side of the table. She grabbed his jacket then turned to head back to her side of the table. Making sure he got a nice view of her ass first, she slipped the jacket on then sat back down. "Happy?" She gave him a cute little smile.

He let out a sigh of relief when she stood up to get his jacket and let her take it, very happily, but, just as he turned his head to face forward again, he saw, her arse. He just buried his head in his hand. "Oh my gosh." He murmured to himself. He couldn't believe he was letting her do this to him. He looked back up at her. "Yes. I am happy now that I know you won't be getting even more sick."

She cuddled up in his jacket, the smell was amazing! She closed her eyes and took a few deep breaths, memorizing the smell. "So, what should we get to eat?" She smiled at him.