Marcus and OPEN
Marcus remembered the lighting ceremony, a tradition for years. He was glad to have that memory as he seemed to be missing too many others. He took a drink an a biscuit from the table and walked through the crowd. It still amused him that most people looked so old. He wondered what had become of most of his old friends. Even with Patrick, he was still a little out of place. At least he had quidditch, and he would be a legend when it came to quidditch. He also had a club that was successful. He really couldn't complain.
He had to admit that he was a little bored. Sure, everyone was invited, but it was also a society function. He needed something to keep him occupied, or get him into trouble. He smirked a little, deciding to find something who would do just that.