"My place. I've large grounds, so I've a half pitch out there, for keeping in shape. S'long as we don't terrify the sheep, it works out." His hand smoothed down the wood, then he finally glanced up at her. "Figure that's half the reason he moved in. S'good to be near a place to fly." Marcus didn't want to think about why Isaac moved in, not when he suspected the reason. He collected that thought up and set it aside elsewhere, focusing on the brooms and the flying instead.
A small smirk twisted his expression. "It'll be good to get out on even footing. Reminds me. You got bludgers that go on their own? Something good for chasing practice. I've tried to charm something up on my own, but they shoot off randomly and don't seem to come anywhere near us. And I need a new quaffle. Or two or three, just in case." Since he'd lost one of them by now and the other was looking worse for the wear.
He nodded at the list of charms, the smirk widening into a flat out grin. "I'll definitely let you know. Have to grab Isaac and get up." He looked over the broom one more time, then frowned. "You ought to come over, test one out sometime. See how your work flies."