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Marcus Flint (

"I'm always happy when we win, you know that," Marcus teased lightly, smiling as he said it. "I'm glad you got to hear it." It will still amazing to think that even after all these years, Bryony had never actually seen him play a real match. That reminded him of something he'd been planning. and he stated, "We've got an off week next month, and I thought you might be interested in going to see Rowan play, so I have tickets for the Magpies' match against Wigtown." He'd have never even tried to offer that if she'd still been under her mother's thumb, but since things were different now, he figured it was at least worth the try to get Bryony to see an actual game, especially one of her brother's.

Chuckling, he answered, "I was just slicing vegetables." Marcus preferred to cook by hand, even if magic would have made the process faster. "Pasta primavera, and if you insist on helping," which she would, he was sure, "then you can slice the squash and peppers while I cut the onion and tomatoes."

The worried note in Bryony's voice immediately put him on edge, ready to take on whatever had made her nervous, a protective instinct he'd had for almost as long as he could remember. That feeling dissipated as she took a hold of his arm, and Marcus smiled a little shyly at her inspection of the tattoo that was now there instead of the Mark. He couldn't be sure if she would recognize the drawing - it had been one of the first that had arrived with her letters while he'd still be in Azkaban, and had been one of the things that had helped to keep him from completely losing his mind during his imprisonment. "Yeah," he answered quietly to her question.

"It's a Muggle tattoo." Further explanation seemed to momentarily escape him, but Bryony knew him better than anyone else, and he was confident that she would be able to read between the lines all the things he wasn't actually saying.

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