Marcus didn't listen as the idiot seemed to drone on and on, and mostly went around fingering things, wondering if it would be horrible if he just broke something. No one was looking at him after all, and he was bored. Why couldn't the mudblood be more of a problem, making him useful?
He sighed, leaning against the wall, watching Matt take all the time in the world on the spells. That too was boring as hell to watch, so he yawned and leaned against the wall, "accidentally" knocking down a box of something or another, smiling when it clattered onto the floor.
'Oh how clumsy of me,' he said with what he thought was an innocent look on his face.