Marcus was a fists first, hex later sort of bloke, which made him a great Hit Wizard at times, at least if he wanted to be physically intimidating. He moved more quickly than his bulk appeared to let him, reaching to grab Chambers' arms at the elbow, so he could pull them back. "S'not important you know," he growled. "If you're not coming, we'll drag your arse in, simple as that."
Blake had his wand in his hand, pointed at Chambers' chest. "Don't arse Flint off. It's never a good idea," he said with a shrug. "We can't tell you what we haven't been told. You're under suspicion, so in you go."