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Marcus Flint (marcedflint) wrote in finnigans_rpg,

"It's entirely your fault we're late, you know," Marcus informed Roger as they walked up to the entrance to the stadium, but he was smiling as he said it. It wasn't even quite four yet, but he'd grown up with the mentality that 'five minutes early is ten minutes late', so he would have preferred to have left earlier, except that someone had been a bit of a distraction to getting ready after lunch.

He couldn't really complain though, since he hadn't tried very hard to not be distracted by Roger, and they had still arrived with plenty of time to fly. Marcus was interested to see how the three of them would work together, even if the season was still a ways off. After a couple of years of flying together already, he and Roger had found a rhythm in the air that worked well for them, and he hoped it would be easy enough to fit Angelina in.

Marcus had made it a point to arrive already dressed in practice gear, with a spare change of clothes in the bag slung over his shoulder. He also had a spare broom in one hand - there was his usual one still here at the stadium, but he hadn't wanted to waste unnecessary time running down to get it when an old favorite would work just as well for something that wasn't a full, regular practice (though he had had to double check and make sure he'd grabbed his own spare, rather than Bryony's broom, which was still residing in the same closet).

Spotting Angelina waiting for them, he glanced over at Roger again, with a look that plainly said 'I told you so', before raising the hand not gripping his broom to wave in her direction. "Good afternoon," he offered as a greeting, pairing the words with a small, polite smile.