A smile almost escaped. "You were a fucking bloke, yeah." Marcus put a small emphasis on fucking since well, that's what they'd been doing. He frowned a little at her growl; it reminded him almost bizarrely of Lavender. He didn't know whether to laugh or be terrified by the thought.
And there was a woman in his bed. In his fucking bed, looking like she thought she belonged there, and fuck he didn't like this at all. He grabbed his wand from the nightstand and stood by the side of the bed, pointing it and casting the spell carefully. When nothing happened, he sank down to sit on the bed, his back to her, as he growled. "Fuck!" He had no fucking clue what to do. Spells weren't his best thing, they never had been. This was cursebreaking work.
And fuck, but what if this was permanent?
What if Isaac were a fucking bird for good?
Marcus shot up as if he'd been shocked, taking two quick steps from the bed and turning back to glare at her breasts as if they were somehow at fault.