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Marcus Flint (marcedflint) wrote in finnigans_rpg,

Bryony had always been the most comforting presence in his life, and it had long been understood between them that he would do anything to protect her from whatever he could. "I'm glad to hear it," Marcus said, though internally he grimaced at the thought of Bryony having to endure an extended period of time with her mother and sisters. That was the one thing he wasn't capable of keeping her safe from, no matter how much it bothered him, but he smiled at the mention that flying would help her mood, which was unsurprising.

Stepping away as she fiddled with her hair, Marcus grabbed both brooms from where they were leaning against the door. Bryony's had been residing in one of his closets practically since she'd moved to London, so he'd grabbed it before making his way here. He was using one of his own older ones, not the one he used professionally - that stayed at the stadium for practices and matches only - but it was a trusted favorite that he didn't get to use as often as he'd like. "Ready whenever you are," he answered with a grin, holding out her broom in offering.