Marcus was tense. It wasn't an unusual status for him, his skin prickling with things unsaid and needing to be dealt with. But once they got into the air it all fell away, and he could focus on the way the broom felt, twisting as he rose up and then let himself dive, rolling into it and out again, luxuriating in the feel of flying.
Her words pulled him out of the pleased fugue, a scowl habitually forming in his expression as he glanced at her. "Congratulations," he said, as if he hadn't said the same when the ceremony had finished, with him standing up for Isaac and feeling awkward and stiff as all fucking hell while doing it. "You two've been talking."