If they were down on the ground, Marcus would probably snap at Wood again. Flinty, who is Flinty for you? But up here, the cool evening air brushing his skin as he flew up and then hovered in the middle of the nothing, it calmed him down in way nothing (and no one) else could. When he saw Wood again, a smug grun was adorning his face.
"Because I said so, Oli," he said right back, feeling every muscle in his body to be tense with excitement. It reminded him the Quidditch matches against Gryffindors; it was actually the only thing he missed from the whole school. And now, now he was going to play against Wood again, even if it was just a bet. "Let's start, huh?"