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Marcus Flint (marcedflint) wrote in finnigans_rpg,

Marcus had spent the majority of the day just relaxing, trying to get himself into a good mindset for the next day's game against the Bats. He'd gone for a short run in the morning before coming home for a shower and then lazily flipped through a book about dragons in Australia before cooking lunch. The afternoon had consisted of more lazy reading, and then it was time for him to get ready to leave to meet Roger at Finnegan's to watch the Cannons-Magpies game. He changed into a pair of khakis and a dark blue button down, which was about as relaxed as he got when going out somewhere public.

As was his usual way, he made the short walk to the pub rather than Apparating, and once inside, Marcus made his way downstairs to the Den and settled himself into a small table along one of the walls, close to a speaker in order to be able to hear the broadcast without much difficulty.

He'd hadn't been waiting long before he'd seen Roger approaching out of the corner of his eye, so he wasn't startled when his friend and teammate sat down next to him. Marcus could feel the tips of his ears flushing at the first words out of the man's mouth, and he hoped that the lighting in the bar hid his reaction slightly, since he was never entirely sure how to react to those sorts of comments - compliments? - from anyone. And it wasn't as though he could really take it personally in anyway, since he'd learned that that was how Roger spoke to most everyone.

Ignoring the fluttering feeling in his gut, he offered the man a small smile and said, "It's been alright, nothing terribly interesting so far. I think the Magpies should have it, if they can put a little more effort into their defense."