Katie raised a brow when Marcus stared at her a bit longer than necessary. She could see the wheels turning in his head as he attempted to figure her out. It amused her. She was pretty much an open book and had never been one to hide behind anything. Katie refrained from mentioning this sooner because she knew Marcus didn't like it but that didn't mean he didn't know that she cared. It was fairly obvious. Katie had risked a lot with their whole affair. Gryffindors didn't forgive easy and taking up with Marcus Flint was... well, no one had come right out and told her she was nuts but it also had been easily excused before. Not so much now. Not after the magazine. Or the five days waiting at the hospital. Or her showing up here. Yeah. They probably couldn't deny it much longer but she was fairly certain if she heard he was with someone else... yeah. No. She definitely had feelings if just thinking about him and another woman had her jealous.
She almost missed his mutterings and Katie managed to hide her smile behind the bottle of beer she was slowly working on. Not all of her memories had come back but once she'd accessed the ones about Marcus, it was like a floodgate of feeling and emotion. She wanted nothing more than to go wrap her arms around him and just... be. Just for a minute. Instead, she sat on the couch, watching with fond amusement as Quill played with the strings of Marcus's sweats. Tucking her legs under her, she let her chin rest on her knees as she remembered laying on the couch with him, napping... or going over plays. Her fingers idly ran through her hair, remembering how his felt when he did it.
It always amused her that Marcus had a snowy owl. Quill was soft and fluffy and so unlike what she'd expect from him. Still, watching them together warmed her. "I'm sure they'll be thrilled," she said, smiling, setting her beer down. Katie studied him, taking in his perfectly sculpted chest and the bloody perfect way his sleep pants rode low on his hips. She half wondered if he was going to come sit with her or not.
"How's practice going?" she asked, thoughts drifting straight to their moment against the lockers. Her face warmed at the thought and she had to look away. At this point, she really wanted to ask him to put on a damn shirt.