Marcus snorted. He was in too good a mood after Puddlemere's loss for the jibe to fully take. Not that he didn't feel it. It was a constant thorn, that he'd given up Quidditch for the bloody war, and that everyone else thought he hadn't had what it took to keep playing. But he'd done what he had to do for his family because that was what he'd been raised to do. "Maybe I'll coach," he mused. "Seems some teams could use a little bit of help. Might be time for a change."
He cast a glance at Oliver. "Know how to show 'em all how to beat you, y'know."