"Thanks, I'll do that." Having the equipment at the house, having proper equipment, relaxed him almost as much as Isaac himself did. Marc didn't think about how the two things were tied together in his head somehow. Flying had always been brilliant, the one place he fit in without having to fake it.
His smile quirked at her excitement, and he took the card and signed it. "I've got a couple of these back home, if you ever need another one," he said, feeling a little awkward and a lot amused. He wasn't used to anyone making a big deal out of the Quidditch he'd played, and it made him miss it even more. Being a Hit Wizard wasn't miserable, but Quidditch was... well... Quidditch. It was a pity he couldn't get out and do something more with it again.
He held the signed card out to give it back to her. "I'll take it with me now. Want to try it out," he admitted. First new broom in years, and he was anxious to get into the air.