Marcus pinched the bridge of his nose tightly as he turned away, hand over his face. He breathed in deep, letting it out with a ragged sound. "So we need to find someone to put in there. Someone who's not going to be a complete idiot on pureblood matters, but who the idiots who've been following Diggory would like. Get folks to stand down. Show 'em that with the right bloke in charge, there isn't any more fucking violence. Fix this stupid shite."
He swallowed, crossing his arms and staring at a fixed point on the wall, refusing to look at Isaac. "It's suspicious if you're not around. You backing off completely... s'like telling them they're right. You're up to some shite. You were here before, you visited more'n every few weeks. You and Isolde're close. S'just the way it was. But it's not now, which means you've changed habits. DMLE's going to look at that more'n they'd look at it if things were the same as they ever were. If you don't want 'em to look closely, you just keep on doing shite the same way, and they won't look."
He cast a look back over his shoulder at Isaac, his expression shuttered except for the frustration in his eyes. "They're not taking m'kids. I'll leave before I let them do that, and make sure they can't take this place while I'm gone. But I don't want to wait fucking months between seeing you, either. M'having enough trouble figuring out what's between us without getting my head all fucked up because I'm fucking sick to my stomach over shite."