No worries mine does the same thing.
"Sorry you haven't already downed enough to not care whether or not I'm here," Blaise joked as he settled in.
"About to be harried," Blaise sighed taking anther swig of his drink. "These tournaments are always more trouble than their worth. The way some of these clubs act you'd think they were bringing in millions of galleons."
He then waved his hand across in front of him as if to clean a slate. "But enough shop talk. How are things going with you?" He knew Marcus was likely having a rough time with his mother but he had better manners than to ask about it directly.