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[Damien Rogers]

He really needed a new job.

Being a waiter was not for him in the slightest. He wasn't even that big of a people person, and no matter how many times you did it, it was always just a little awkward. He couldn't quit now though, he had to pay his half of the rent which was coming up soon. Damn, he had a reason to love the first (his paycheck), and also a reason to hate it (half of said paycheck being taken away).

Atleast he had the park. It was only across the street so he figured for lunch today he'd just sit down and unwind. He needed to if he was going to make it through the next two hours of his shift.

His dark eyes gazed through a pair of sunglasses up at the blue sky with its specks of white clouds. His legs stretched out onto the green grass as his outstretched arms took up the entire space of the park bench he was sitting on. It was kind of rude, he knew, but it wasn't like there wasn't one right next to him. He needed this privacy.

[Mark McDuff]

Mark was happy, with his job. But, with kids and parents screaming and yelling all the time. It got tiring. Since the park was Marks favorite place to go, he closed up shop and headed down Potter Ave.

It was only a couple of blocks away, so he had time to get there. arriving about 15 minutes later, Mark looked for an empty bench near the pond. We found now, but it had a man siting on it. Who was taking the whole bench up! Mark was tempted to go and get his attension, but then reconsidered. There was also the use of magic, but Mark had hidden his wand long ago. It was tempting to go back to the Death Eaters, when he had it.

So Mark had a choice, he went to the small field next to the pond and sat down looking at the water. "Much nicer than Black Water Lake!" Mark thought to himself. It was maybe 30 minutes later, when Mark woke up because he had fallen asleep. Rubbing his eyes, he was that the man still remained. Mark finally got the courage to up and talk. "McDuff's the name, of McDuff Potions. Whats your?" Mark asked standing to the side of stranger, as not to scare him or seem odd.

[Damien Rogers]

Damien had been sitting there for a while. He hadn't taken a glance at his watch since he had sat down, but he could tell. The golden sun was slowly making its way over the horizon and the skies were becoming darker. But he didn't care. This presented one of the beautiful advantages of living on his own. No curfew. He could come home at 5 in the morning if he wanted to...Not that he'd do it in a park, necessarily. But hey, he thought to himself, Whose stopping ya?

Suddenly a voice came from his left. He had to strain his neck a bit to see who it was. Person looked decent enough. Atleast not enough to gain creeper status.

"McDuff's potions, eh? Nice place you got there. I'm honored," he said with the utmost sincerity. It was a nice store, "I'm Damien of nothing really." He snickered at that. He always did want to own a bookstore one day. This guy didn't look any older than him and he had already taken his dreams by the horns.

Just then he realized he was taking up all of the bench. Mentally slapping himself, he scooted over to the far side of the bench, allowing McDuff some room...If he wanted to sit that was.

[Mark McDuff]

"Ah, but thats not true. Your one of the greatest waiters to ever come to the Three Broom Sticks." Mark said with the same tone as Damien and with a big smile. Mark liked meeting new people, and talking to them. Damien was no expection in this case. "I'm sorry for walking up to you, I don't normally do this, but you seemed like a great guy. Not, to be rude." Mark said as he looked at the bright blue sky.

It was late noon, and it beautiful so it was all you could ever want. "Ah, may i sit down?" Mark asked Damien, but seeing as he gave him some room Mark sat down. It was a silent monent, much like those children have in school, when meeting new people. "Its a great, you know. Your dream, i mean. When i graduated Hogwarts, I actually wanted to become a Death Eater, and let me tell you something. It ruined my life." Mark said as he lifed up his left sleeve, showing the scar he got from serving under Voldemort.

"Don't worry, I've long since gone from that path, but the point is sometimes life doesn't go your way. And when that happens you just pull up your sleeves, get some elbow greese and take the issue head on, because whatever happens, there will be people always there for you." Mark said lifting his other sleeve showing Damien a mark of the order of the Phoenix. Then he looked up and watched the sun set.

[Damien Rogers]

Damien's auburn eyes opened wide in shock and confusion. This was one helluva first talk conversation. He could tell that Mark was probably one of those people who dished all first and thought about the consequences later...If at all, even.

"That's...wild, man," for once in Damien's young life, he was at loss for words, "How do you, or did you, manage to be in both? I mean, seems like no one would know whether to trust you or not..."

The sentence came out in a very sloppy and weary manner. He didn't know how to react to this guy. Should he be standing up with his wand in hand, or maybe he was just a guy who lost his way*.

"Sorry if that was rude..It's just kinda oxymoronish. Being on both sides? Or was on one and now is on the other. I couldn't manage that." He said.

Damien had been a neutral soul most of his life. Towards the ending years of his Durmstrang education he had begun to lean towards the Order more and more. Yet whenever he was asked why he really couldn't tell. He felt as if it was more of a need to be different from everyone else in the school (as most Durms students were Death Eaters) more so than a choice to help the world...


ooc: *reference to a justin timberlake song XD.

[Mark McDuff]

"To be honest, I don't know if you should get your wand out or not." Mark said when a serious look on his face. "When I went to Hogwarts, about 3 to 4 years ago. I was tempted by the group known as the Death Eaters, I joined by the hand of James Antonin, a popular member back then. I soon realized my mistake and sought help to a member whowas leading the Order. They helped me remove the mark, but the scar remained." Mark said to the hopeless and confused man.

"It's a reminder to the choices you make, ever since then i have never touched my wand or even thought to doing magic. It's a path i don't want to take. The order welcomed me in and i soon as one their upper members. I learned spells that must kids dream of, but i won't use them. I travelled here to get away from the Death Eaters, but then i found one." Mark looked more worried now than ever.

"His name was Dante Trahis, a Death Eater who is heavely recruiting, upon contacting the order, I was told to stay and watch. So you see, Their are always friends found in the most unliky places. Stop by my shop any time you like."Mark said as got up and walked back to the shop.

[Damien Rogers]

Damien listened intently with a brow raised to the heavens. What a strange story. Being a wizard and giving up magic? You might as well live in the muggle world. He always disagreed with people who made that decision. There were thousands if not millions of muggles who wished to have magical powers everyday yet some people just threw it away. Although, Mark was the first person who he could actually hear that from and not get annoyed. Atleast he had a cause, a fear of his own power. That he could understand.

"I've always thought about joining the Order...I just never really think I have a reason. Everyone in it seems like they do. Either this Death Eater killed their friend or family member, or something along those lines. I just don't wanna watch the world burn...and I'll be honest; the concept of being a hero kinda helps." He snickered lightly...only lightly. That was something he was always ashamed about. But who didn't want to be a hero?

"I've heard about this Dante kid. I think I saw him at the three broomsticks one day. I'm not sure. He was wearing a hood so you couldn't really see his face, but there sure were a lot of people hovered around the table. And if they weren't hovering they were staring. Great for business though." He said with a smirk.

[Mark McDuff]

Mark stoped at the sound of the name Dante. "You know where he is?" Mark turned and sprinted back toward the park. "Please, you must tell me again if you see him. It's a matter of life and well death" Mark said with a grim on his face.

Being a hero was great for Mark's additude, we wasn't always the person who did heroic stuff. He was always the middle man, and well cared nothing about others. But, this Damien Rogers was different, he had a special feel to himself. A Hero, you be Mark thought to himself.

"Anyway, It was nice talking to you Mr. Rogers. I will enjoy seeing you at the Three Broomsticks. Allways liked the food, just not the company, haha." Mark did a small laugh as he walked to the dark alley that lead to his signle bedroom appartment.