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“Is it dragonpox?” 

“I swear, the next person to ask me if I’m alright is getting a telescope shoved in a rather unseemly place. I’m just a little under the weather.”

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“Stop talking, this is your last warning.” This idiot clearly had no clue that there was no one that knew Lyra as well as he knew Lyra. She was far from a minx and they both knew it.  He was about to kill this idiot for talking about his wife. That was not okay.

He looked at her when she pleaded with him, and he was just about to just take her and leave, when he spoke again and called her a whore. She was far from a whore. Sure, she’d had questionable taste in Iain and Roy, but details. She was not a whore. He then moved to turn to her, his hand over her cheek. “Just one moment, love.” He then moved to scoot her back some and he punched the sky in the throat and then kept hitting him several more times, with such harsh blows that he couldn’t hit back. “Want to call her a whore again?” 

“Her husband? Little minx wasn’t acting like she had a husband, mate.” The man spoke once again, and words failed to form in Lyra’s lips. What in the world was she supposed to say, when someone was lying so obviously about her? Marcus knew that she would never act in such a way, so the only thing that she really had to worry about, was them an that she loved murdering this sleaze in cold blood. 

“M-Marcus, please…” She pleaded behind him again, but just because she spoke, the man laughed. “Oh, look. Now she’s pretending to be all shy and scared. Come on babe, why don’t you tell this prick what you really wanted, how your were flirting with me, and how you wanted me to treat you like the whore you are? Go on, tell him, whore.” 

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Marcus didn’t take his hands off his wife and he glared at the man, as he started to explain.  He then moved forward, but then she had pulled back some, and he knew that she knew he’d beat the fuck out of him, if she let him go.  But, that didn’t mean that he could remotely resist talking aback to him.

“First of all, I would be her husband, but above that, her best friend, and I don’t what the fuck you are talking about, but giving the eyes and flirting, is not really her thing. She’s cute as hell and flirts in her own way but not like that. So, you probably should go away...now, before I rip you apart limb for limb. Got it?” 

Lyra wanted to go. The man that had been too handsy with her was still leering at her despite the fact that she was well and truly protected behind her hulk of a man that was standing in front of her,  and she shied back a little a the bloke stepped forward with his hands in the air. “Look mate, I don’t know who the fuck you think you are getting involved, but the little blonde has been giving me the eyes all night and she wanted me to come over to her. She was flirting with me and telling me to take her home before you interrupted.”

She felt her mouth fall open slightly as her fingers clenched around MArcus’ arm, knowing that her husband would see straight through the lie – Lyra couldn’t flirt with her husband at the best of times, let alone with a strange man when she was inebriated, and she started to gently tug him away from the man, knowing the things would go south quickly.

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He wanted to kill. That was never a good sign, when it was him. He had a horrible temper and he disliked anyone touching his wife. He’d never liked anyone touching her, even before she was his. She’d always been his on some level.  He wanted answers though, and he’d not taken her hand yet, not until she curled around his arm and that’s when he felt her shaking.

“Lyra.”  He then glared at him, holding her practically in a death grip, and he spoke again. “No, we’re not going anywhere until I know what happened. I don’t imagine this was a romantic rendezvous but tell me, one of you, right now.” 

Marcus always had the best timing, Lyra recalled, and she felt herself relax ever so slightly, and feel safe when he arrived, shoving the man away from her with a force that she was almost unaware that he had. She was shaking, visibly shaking in fear as he became the barricade between her and the bastard that hadn’t been able to take no for an answer.

“M-Marcus…” Lyra’s fingers curled around his arm as she tried to keep herself stable, as well as to stop the tears from falling down her cheeks. It had scared her, the way that this man had been with her, and she knew that Marcus would kill him if he knew the truth about it all. “Marcus, p-please, just… just take me home. I want to go home.”

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Marcus had not been thrilled at the idea of Lyra going out to a bar, to begin with. He knew that he was being ridiculous, but he just only liked it when she drank, if he was around. But, he knew that sometimes, it was good for her to do things with other people too.  He had been starting to notice that it was late, when she had owled him. He didn’t feel like waking anyone up, so he’d gotten his mum to come over and stay with him, which unfortunately had delayed him.

He had apparated there then, having to apparate several blocks away, since it was an area so heavily populated by muggles.  He finally walked in the bar, which he didn’t feel like had a good vibe to seek her out and that’s when he saw her, and saw a man, backing his wife against the wall, and his first thought was never the wand, but the other weapon.

Going over to them he glared. “What the hell did I just walk in on?” He threw the guy off of her, knocking him back and looked at them both. “Explain. Now. Or we have a problem, that’s going to include him dead.” 

Lyra had just been out with a couple of the other mums from the primary school that the boy’s attended that evening, but she had felt incredibly uncomfortable with the way that one of the men in the bar had been looking at her. She was a little drunk, a little too drunk and she had owled Marcus to come and get her a while ago, but he seemed to be delayed.

Once she was standing at the side of the bar, just trying to catch her breath and stop her head from spinning, she felt a hand on her hip, which made her jump. The only person that would put a hand on her hip, or should have done so was her husband, and the hand that she felt was definitely not Marcus’. Her heart jumped in her chest as she turned around  to see that same man pressed up behind her, far too close for her liking. 

“Please, s-stop. I…” Lyra stumble over her words as the man moved closer to her, his hand finding her cheek, brushing his knuckles across her skin, whispering sweet nothings to her, backing her up against the wall. “Stop i-it…”

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“I am not as bad as him. I have far better hair than he does.”  He then shot her a look. “While you held up and defended yourself just fine, I would hardly say that you had it in hand. You could have gotten hurt. You were hurt recently and you could have gotten hurt again. Is that what you want?”  

He then sighed. “Fine, you’re not up to something, whatever.”  He was still convinced that she was up to something, but now was not the time to go into that.  “Maybe him worrying more is a good thing. Despite the fact that you all are very weird about being normal and labeling it, even though you’re just as normal as the rest of us, he cares and you have to let him worry, because while you not like it, it’s his place to make sure you’re safe too. Tonight, you were not safe.” 

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“Books, really? I mean, I can think of better means of magic.” 

“Another thrilling book.” Nate said as he put it back on the shelf. “Books really are the best kind of magic.”

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“Try doing paperwork and protecting the wizarding world. Now that’s exhausting.” 

“Maybe its time for a career change.  This paperwork will be the death of me.”

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He rolled his eyes, not the least bit intimidated by her tone.  “See, that’s where you’re mistaken. My wife doesn’t shout at me. We respect each other and my wife knows to respect me, as I do her. It’s called a happy relationship. She knows I fuck up, as I know she’s ridiculous, with her ridiculous organization. So don’t presume you know what you’re talking about, either.”  He then nodded. “Yeah, thanks.” 

“I never said you did agree with them, did I?” Poppy snapped back in response, looking up at him as she sat there on her stool, tossing away the cotton wool once she was done with it, seeing the blackness of his bruise start to disappear a little. “I don’t want people around me, McKinnon. Don’t assume you know what I want, or don’t want, or make me regret helping you so that you don’t get shouted at by your wife for getting into a fight when you get home.” She then stood up and picked up the bottle that she had been using, thrusting it into his palm. “Twice a day.”

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“It’s because you’re extremely brave, when you want to be.”  He then smiled at her. He loved making her blush. They’d still only been married a couple months and it made him smile, more than he could admit.  “But you’re a cute tomato, love. Ooh a tomato sounds good with lunch.”  He then winked at her, when she smiled. “We do. We’re a complete family. Don’t forget the dog, too.” 

“You’ll make me blush. Merlin, why I was put into the same house as you, I’ll never know.” Lyra laughed, dipping her gaze for a moment as she tried to quell the heat that was taking over her cheeks. “Yes, it does all of that and you know it so you should stop before I go the colour of a tomato.” The blonde almost begged him, although the smile never left her lips. “I think we have a good number too, and Evie and I are more than happy to have three men protecting us.”

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“Sarcasm is a stupid emotion. I didn’t say I agreed with them, now did I?” He rolled his eyes. Women irritated him, well except for Lyra. She never irritated him, well mostly never.  “I’ve manned up plenty. Maybe you should learn not to be so fucking obnoxious with people. People would probably want to be around you more, if you at least attempted to be pleasant. You don’t know anything about me. I’m more of a man, than anyone I know.” 

“Ah yes, because the way a woman dresses should obviously correlate to the way that her husband acts. Why ever didn’t she think about that before she went out shopping?” Poppy muttered with that usually angry and stern tone in her voice, bitter about the world around them. “Man up, McKinnon.” She spoke, dabbing at it once again as she refreshed the cotton wool with more of her potion.

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“No. I do it so well.”  He smiled at her, when she linked their finger. “No, I am a Gryffindor still, at heart. I do what I want, well mostly.” He smiled at her. “You know you like it. It gives you the butterflies and all that other good stuff. It does the same to me when you do it, although I’m of course, a lot more subtle about it.”  He nodded. “Yeah, I totally agree. I mean, we get time together but I think we have a good number now. I mean, we already outnumber you women, you know.” 

“Stop flirting with me, McKinnon.” Lyra teased her husband with a grin, reaching across the table so that she could link her fingers with his, giving them a soft squeeze. “I said stop it. We’re in public and not at home, so stop.”Although the smirk on her lips said otherwise, she was pretending she didn’t like him teasing her so about what he could make her do. “No, let’s not. I mean, there are too many little people that keep both of our attention from each other. We rarely get to spend any time together now.”

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“I will. I’m good at reminding you about things in bed.”  He then smirked at her, and hoped they’d have a normal going to bed. He hated when the little people interfered.  “Love, there’s nothing wrong with swearing. I have been known on many occasions to be able to elicit swearing from you. I’m very good at it.”  He then moved to sit down and he sighed. “It’s for completely selfish reasons though. There’s enough little people keeping your attention from being on me more, so let’s not add to that number.” 

“I have the healing salve at home, remind me to put some on your eye before bed.” Usually, Lyra would have remembered to do it herself, but with the way that Marcus Jr had played up this morning, she was sure they’d get a repeat of it at bed time.  “I like that idea, although there’s no need to swear. I just think that she needed to remember her place, is all. Now you’re my husband, you know I’ll be ten times worse if that woman, or any women for a matter of fact, even look at you in a way I don’t like.” Lyra grinned as they made their way over to the table and she gently pecked at his cheek before sitting down in the chair that he puled out for her. “Thank you. But I’m so glad you finally agree my love.”

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“We’re good at the old fashioned thing. We always have been.”  He smiled at her. “We should do that. We should have a date night. You can put on something interesting and I can take it off when we get home and see your hot wife underwear. It’s a good system.”  He smiled at her. “It was hot as fuck. You showed her not to fuck with me.”   He then nodded. “Oh, well that’s good. I don’t think you’re ready to be pregnant anytime soon and Although I don’t like admitting this, it’s possible we don’t need more children.” He then held out a chair for her. “Sit down.” 

“I’ll just have to help the old fashioned way.” Lyra shrugged, prepared to treat the wound when they got home that evening with a healing salve that was in their medicine cabinet; it’d take longer, but it would still work. “I could be up for that. I will not have people tell my husband that I’m boring.” She did however press her lips into a small line as he commented on her attacking the woman that had flirted with her man. “I didn’t like doing it. I got angry.” It was rare that she ever got angry, but when she did – she got angry. “Oh Merlin, no! No, I’m not pregnant. I didn’t have time for breakfast this morning, because our eldest decided that he didn’t want to get dressed for school.”

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“I know. I get that. I’m just saying if you can’t, you can’t.”  He sighed, decided not to say much more about it. “We should go back there one day, for a night out of something. You can put on one of your non-mum dresses and you  can show them you’re not boring. Hell, you can kick that one woman’s arse again. You really liked doing that.”  He nodded, and took her hand into the Three Broomsticks. “And look, he takes her to get food. Wait, you’re grumpy because you’re hungry? you’re not pregnant are you?” 

“I didn’t say I didn’t have time for you, Marcus. I said I didn’t have time to focus completely on a creating a brand new spell specifically to heal black eyes, and I would never use a spell on you that I don’t have full trust in. I’d be too scared of hurting you further.” The blonde didn’t like the tone in his voice, but she wasn’t about to say anything. “Oh please, allow me to go back there one day. I’ll make them see that I am far from boring. They’re only saying that because you don’t visit any more, I think. They know not to bother me.” She shrugged her shoulders once. “You better be. I think I’m getting grumpy as I haven’t eaten.”