Bryony smiled at that idea. Flying with Marcus had been, since the first time, one of Bryony's favourite things to do. They didn't get the chance much, especially when Bryony had been living in Pineview Hall. "I was going to take it home with me today." She was hoping it would help with the restlessness. She hadn't been out on a broom since weeks before Christmas and she missed it. "But of course I'd like to go flying with you even more."
Though the smell of the food was making Bryony feel hungry, she leaned into Marcus instead of pulling away, wrapping her own arm around his waist as they stood by the window. It was completely 'improper' according to how she'd been raised, but the longer she was here with Marcus the more she remembered that she neither agreed nor really cared how anyone judged their relationship. Frankly, if being 'too close' to Marcus scared off some of the men her mother tried to set her up with, that could only be a good thing. "I hope things go back to how they were before..." she said wistfully. "Is your mother -" She didn't know if he wanted to talk about it, so she let the sentence fade away. She wouldn't push.