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 Life is a Carnival, Cat!
Mark Maxim
 Posted: Apr 21 2017, 04:51 AM
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It was a fact not entirely lost on Mark Maxim that all of the greatest things about going to a school like Hogwarts were those things that happened outside of his classes. Or better yet, the things which stopped class entirely. The carnival which had sprung up and spread across the Castle lawns was unfortunately not in the latter category, but with spring well and truly working on pollinating all of Britain it was a very welcome excuse to step out and enjoy the sunshine.

Of course, these events were always far more fun with company, and so the eager Lion had made sure to seek some out at the first small view of the ferris wheel through the castle windows. Catrine.

To be entirely honest with himself, Mark didn't know an awful lot about the brown haired little Badger who he'd managed to coax out as his partner for a jaunt around the attractions of the fair. They didn't share any classes, and their previous encounters with larger groups of friends were rare enough that all the boy had been able to tangibly define was that her name sounded nice enough to make the back of his head fizz quietly when he heard it. All else he knew was that she was pretty, and friendly, having occasionally paused to catch the girl's eye across the great hall during meal times and grinning every time she smiled. But really, that was all that was needed for a beginning, wasn't it?

Crossing that distance from one house table to another the previous day, the Lion had been very pleased to find that Catrine considered it enough too. There'd been some whispered giggles from other girls at the Hufflepuff table when he'd cheerily asked if the brightly smiling brunette already had plans to enjoy the carnival. She'd only mulled it over for a minute before agreeing to make those plans with him.

Not to say that plans really involved anything more than whatever happened to strike either of their fancies while rambling about the uneven rows of tents, booths and seemingly haphazard placements of noisy rides. Mark had a healthy chunk of allowance money burning up a hole in his pocket and was quite willing to toss it away on fun with such a pleasant companion for the day. Candy floss was purchased and munched away at for a healthy priming of sugar while laughing at members of the school faculty and student body getting dropped into tanks of water by eager students. A few sickles were handed over for a run at the sideways chamber -- a room enchanted to send gravity listing at a ninety degree angle while obstacles shifted and slid into the young pair's way. The Lion was laughing after the mess he made of tumbling across the wall and almost literally fell back out onto the corridor of grass outside.

"And that's me dizzy for the second time today!" Mark declared to his pretty partner, scruffing a hand across the muddy blonde mess atop his head and grinning at Catrine.



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 Posted: May 12 2017, 12:19 PM
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Mark Maxim was, perhaps, one of the cutest boys at Hogwarts. That didn't stop the witch from not noticing him every waking hour of the day, but certainly any time he was in her general vicinity, her eyes were twinkling his way. He was one of those boys who Catrine knew liked attention if his charming smile meant anything at all, especially as it was flashed at nearly every pretty girl in the castle. But she couldn't blame him; she liked attention too, even if she didn't really care to show it in the same ways the lion seemed to. Not that she thought he had to try very hard. He was a little more effortless than her, Catrine was sure of that, recounting just within the day how long she spent working on the braids in her hair, and the faint bit of makeup she attempted just for their outing together.

A bit of shimmery, bubblegum lipgloss, a touch of blush, and a little mascara to frame her eyes just a tad---simple, quick, and with enough non-commitment to not make the outing seem terribly serious. That was always the worry for the fourth year, appearing like she was desperate to go out with a boy. She didn't really care if anyone wanted to date her, feeling a little uneasy whenever she did think about having a serious boyfriend. It was hard to tell for her if the uneasiness was just because it was something very new and seemingly very mature, or if it was because she genuinely had an aversion to the idea of dating seriously. But she also didn't feel the pressure to worry a lot about it, choosing instead to simply talk and enjoy her time with boys whenever she happened to hang out with one. It was always fun enough for her, and, the outing or two she would ever go on always gave her plenty to gush on about with her girl friends.

So far, Catrine felt like she had plenty to say about Mark. He didn't seem as scandalous as the rumor mill would say, appearing to have his focus on her and not entirely on every passing skirt. He seemed nice, was funny, if a little cheesy. Still cute, of course, which was a fact that maybe held a little more weight for the young witch than anything else about him, but she didn't see anything wrong with that.

Giggling, the badger half-fell out of the sideways chamber they'd just gone on behind him, landing clumsily on her feet. She reached out to steady herself on his shoulder, her giggle fading as she corrected herself and quickly pulled her hands back. The sight of his grin her way had the badger blushing softly, her eyes averted after a moment, though the beaming smile his own brought her clearly glowed on her face. "Are you okay?" She asked through another giggle, it's faint nature tickling her cheeks. She assumed he was fine, not appearing harmed at all, but she thought to ask anyway, her fluttering heart not quite bold enough to ask him what the source of his first instance of dizziness had been.

She waited for him to answer, casually looking behind the boy at some of the other attractions. "Oh, do you like that hammer game? Like that there," she pointed just behind the lion, tossing a glance at it before looking back at him. "It's pretty fun. I once got it halfway, and that wasn't even me trying really hard!" Of course that was only a little true, but Catrine didn't want to let on that she wasn't very strong. She liked her femininity, but she also didn't want to appear helpless, even if it was just a pointless display of strength in some silly game.

"Let's go see who can win at it! I can get this one," she added, half-giggling as she reached into her pockets for enough sickles and trotted over to the attraction. There was another boy ahead of them, right then swinging his arms over his head and down with the mallet he held firmly in his hands. A loud whistle sounded off as the mallet slammed against the metal plate, sending the ball speeding up along the vertical track, its pitch getting higher as the ball ascended but descending quickly into a splat! as the ball missed the mark.

Catrine giggled a little, trying not to look mean before she paid the bloke manning the attraction and stepped to her side, hoping Mark would go first.

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 Posted: May 26 2017, 03:21 AM
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Another grin flashed across Mark's face at his date's quiet giggling, the sound fizzing pleasantly in his ears and tracing down the back of his neck. No matter how much music, chatter and enchanted effects were filling the air around the pair, that tinkling sound from a pretty girl would never fail to fill the boy's attention.

There was also a healthy dose of relief building in his chest as the swiftly shot steel ball didn't quite hit its target at the top of the track; not that the Lion felt at all insecure of his masculinity, but it always helped to not have to immediately follow a major success. The day at the Carnival was meeting every one of Mark Maxim's high expectations so far -- he could still feel the gentle pressure of a hand on his shoulder after those small fingers had slipped away, and the lingering blush across Catrine's cheeks as he assured her he was not just okay, but something much, much better. If he could meet all of the pretty Badger's expectations then the day would be the absolute best it could be.

With the admission paid so quickly before Mark could even muster a vaguely gallant protest all the boy could do was shrug and step up to the challenge. The boy ahead -- a face recognisable from the Gryffindor common room -- finished groaning in defeat and turned to offer the handle of the mallet out to the waiting Lion with an upnod of recognition. Mark returned the gesture as his hand curled around the heavy wooden haft and he took proper hold of the tool, ready to swing. First, of course, a moment had to be given to the appropriate stance; tossing back his head and grinning wide to Catrine the muddy blonde Lion puffed out his chest and set his jaw in as heroic an attitude as he could muster. He only looked a little bit ridiculous.

"I hope you'll take it easy on me when it's your turn," Mark joked as he turned his attention properly to his task. The tall stand that held its ball-bearing prisoner and the shiny brass bell at the top was awash in blinking colours -- all enchanted of course, no clever muggle wires and...wires--whatever would be working so close to the centre of magic that was Hogwarts. The colours swirled in teasing patterns, daring the holder of the hammer to test their luck, and their strength. The boy took a breath, his torso wiggling to loosen up; his fellow Lion had just failed, but that guy hadn't been trying to impress his brightly smiling date.

The mallet swung up in a slow, smooth arc as Mark inhaled. His body froze, just for a moment with the air caught full in his lungs. Then it was released, a grunt escaping as the head of the hammer swung back down hard and fast to smack the plate at the base of the track. The little metal ball shot straight up, up, up towards the bell, bright colours and shrill whistling marking its passage. All in the space of a few seconds the wide eyed Lion could see it draw right up to just beneath the bell...

Splaaaat! Wubwubwub...

The boy's shoulders deflated, a helpless chuckle bubbling up from his chest. Catrine was given a sheepish looking smile as Mark lowered the mallet to hang beside him, his other hand coming up to scruff at the hair on the back of his head. "...would you believe me if I called that just a warm up?"


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