The battered country rode looked the same as all of the others. Unlike the others though, this one had signs. These signs gave Marcus the directions he needed to get into Hogsmeade. He was coming up the rear, battered, bruised and fatigued. He could barely stand. It had been a troublesome Full Moon, one that had left him completely exposed to a village in the south. He’d woken up in a forest somewhere smothered in blood with no idea where he was. The corpse not too far from where he’d woken told the story he needed to know, though, and after a quick burial, Marcus set off again this time in search of shelter, food and a place to wash himself.
He found the last of his desires in a little village just north of where he’d woken up. There was a river running through it and after pilfering some clothes and a loaf of fresh bread, Marcus escaped to the outskirts and into the thick bush, following the river until it grew wider and started to bend. When he decided he was far enough out, he pulled what was left of his shirt away from his body, shed his lower half of the materials that covered him and submerged his self in the cool, fresh flowing water. It was there that he washed, using nature to cleanse him of his stains. Marcus admittedly felt better afterwards and after donning the stolen clothes and breaking the bread, he set off once more.
Now, he found himself at the Shrieking Shack. It was far more overgrown than he cared to remember and it was a struggle to get through the bracken and fallen tree branches. Somehow he made it but not without making noise first. This noise caught the attention of someone in the area and when that person called out, Marcus froze. He slipped his wand out of his pocket and held it up, mumbling a spell to tell him who was there. When the spell supplied him with the relevant information, Marcus moved forward slightly, breaking yet more twigs. He cursed quietly to himself and tucked his wand into the pocket of the slightly too-big trousers before emerging from the undergrowth.
And there she was; a vision in Raven blue. It made Marcus’ heart feel lighter. It made him smile and smile he did.
“It’s just me,” he assured her, holding up his hands to show he meant no harm to the wide-eyed Ravenclaw. “It’s just me, Renny. I’m not going to hurt you.”