The swings Katie had taken hardly touched him, but he was aware of them. He was aware of her protests and general dislike of the form of travel they were using. Marcus was prepared to silence her, if needed, if she continued carrying on. He was surprised, though, when she finally seemed to stop and simply allow him to carry her.
He preferred to remain silent as they came to the end of their walk, but it seemed Katie had other plans. Again. She really just didn't know when to keep quiet and let things be. He had been hoping she would have, simply, gotten the subtle hint from his own silence. Marcus opened his mouth to quiet her, again, but stopped. Was she...confiding things with him? Telling him about her troubles during the war?
His walk was still brisk as he listened to her go on about what had happened to her. For a moment, just a brief moment, Marcus felt himself frowning. Imprisonment behind bars was the only sort of prison Marcus knew of. Being trapped under heavy objects that could, potentially, kill you as Katie had been? He hadn't experienced such a thing. He had made his exit long before that. People could call him a traitor, or a coward, but he did what he considered the smart thing to do.
Reaching the hallway leading to the Gryffindor Common Room, Marcus paused, setting Katie back onto the ground. "Sounds like y'were a lucky bird, then," he commented, glancing down at her. "Should be fairly safe since your common room's right there." He nodded toward the wall of pictures. He was certain it was some where along this wall, but he certainly didn't remember which portrait it was.