Leaving the window propped open for Quills return, Marcus grabbed his beer off the counter and took a drink as he considered her question. Fucking practice. He wasn't surprised she'd asked, but he would have preferred to forget the whole rotten affair. "Practice is shit," he responded, moving to plop himself down on the couch and kick his feet up onto the table and making himself comfortable as he waited on their food. Now that he'd thought about eating, he was bloody starving.
After the worry and tension the last couple weeks, he could almost pretend that everything was back to normal. It was a bloody relief, he could tell you that much. Between injuries, practices, emotional connections, and god knows what else by the time the season was over, he was going to need an extended vacation. If he didn't know better, he'd swear he was getting too old for this shite. As that was impossible, he brushed the thought aside. "Everyone's playing like fucking Hufflepuff school children." And that was pretty much the truth of it. He wasn't sure if they were just tired or seriously useless. He was betting on the latter. Professional Quidditch players didn't let their games suffer because they had a few extra practices.
Glowering across the room, he didn't notice her flush. "I'm about ready to tell the English to stick it." Both of them knew he wouldn't. He'd stick it out till the bitter end and drag the sorry lot of them through hell and back if he had to, but the sentiment was there. Marcus Flint was actually getting tired of being a Captain. It might have been nice to just go home at the end of the day and not have to worry about it till the next morning. Maybe. He'd likely not know what to do with himself if that was the case, but he could at least delude himself into believing he could handle it.
At the sound of Quill returning with their food, Marcus stood back up and hauled Katie off the couch. The restaurant never took long to send him what he wanted. It was almost sad that he had a running tab with them, but they didn't care. They always got their money and a decent tip. Taking the bundles from Quill, he offered her some more treats (spoiling her, as per usual) and handed Katie her meal, complete with Chocolate Fudge Cheesecake. He supposed he'd let her have a bite or two of his pears ... if he had any left.