"No, s'asking to be hit," Marc muttered. Didn't understand why the fucking Gryffindors did it like that, then acted like they hadn't been goading him. "You fuck with him, he'll fuck with you. Might've thought you fucking well wanted to take shite." Not that Marc could talk. There had been plenty of times when he'd goaded folks into a fight, but he knew bloody well that's what he was aiming for when he did it. He didn't whinge about it later.
He fixed her with a glare. "I didn't let shite out. M'a Hit Wizard, not a fucking Auror and not at Azkaban. I've been working round the fucking clock trying to find those fuckers. So sod off, Spinnet. You want to do something about it, join the fucking DMLE and start working, or shut the fuck up on it."