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Marcus Flint (marcedflint) wrote in finnigans_rpg,

Having caught a glimpse of the other man out of the corner of his eye, Marcus was glad to not have been taken by surprise by Roger's voice, flushing slightly at the comment and hoping it would come across as windburn rather than his own embarrassment. The last thing he needed was to do something inelegant during his first time back on a broom, especially with an audience he'd rather be at least somewhat impressive in front of. Keeping that in mind, he didn't even attempt anything fancy with his landing, coming to rest a few yards away and walking over to where the younger man stood.

"Yeah, I did," Marcus answered quietly, determined not to get distracted by how good Roger looked or his own relief at seeing the man for the first time in so long. Resisting the urge to sigh - he hated talking about this, but it was necessary in this instance. "My mother is sick," he started, and the amended, "no, that's not quite right. She's been sick for years, before I even finished school. But it's been getting progressively worse, and someone had to be there to watch over her. And since I'm the only one capable, I had to go."

Reaching up to run a hand through his hair absentmindedly, Marcus continued, "I'm sorry for the vanishing the way I did. I let the management team know what was going on, but it seems like they didn't pass any of that information along to the rest of you. By the time I had a moment to consider writing, I was already in the process of getting Phillipa admitted to St. Mungo's and knew I was going to be back, so it seemed a moot point by then."