Marcus walked through the ministry, intent on leaving as soon as his license for Eros was officially renewed. He hated this place and the people in it, or most of them. As his clientel they were tolerable but that was business. On these grounds, they were annoyances. He looked towards the lifts, remembering the hearing that had banned him from quidditch for life. He stopped and watched them for a minute, hearing their voices. "Ignorant bastards. It was a fucking accident," he muttered, feeling himself tense.
He turned, and hesitated, not really sure why. It might have been a feeling but nothing more than that. He chalked it up to a memory that he never spoke of. Patrick only new the basics of that time because he had pressed Marcus on the issue. Marcus had snapped back in anger before they ended up in bed. He was almost punishing in the way he took that anger out on his lover, but Patrick had enjoyed it. He laughed a little and a slow smile replaced the scowl.
He began to walk again, wondering what had made him stop. The explosion occured just as he passed. He moved to shield himself but it was too late really. Directly in the area of flying debris, he felt the stone hit his chest, pushing him backward. His head hit the cement behind him. He was puching himself up, twenty seconds later when another block fell, hitting him squarely in the chest, piercing through to his heart. He had a minute before unconsciousness took him, followed by death moments later.