Listening to him talk, a wave of guilt washed over her. She wouldn't be ready for a few more weeks... She wasn't even allowed to go to the facility til the end of next week. That was torture. Katie knew, logically, this wasn't her fault but he had so much pressure on him and the pressure to win... to bring a cup home to England? Well, it'd been decades since that happened and this year, they were some of the best. Both Katie and Marcus were ranked as some of the best in the world. They would be expected to perform and she wasn't even there to help him. "Well," she said, running a hand through her ponytail. "I'll be back Monday and we can start looking everything over. I'll be able to help... at least in an advisory fashion for a while and I can work with whoever you need me to work with, okay?" She wanted to make sure he knew she'd be there for him and that he could count on her.
Katie shifted, letting Marcus haul her off the couch, fingers still linked in his as they headed towards the food. "Oh God," she sighed, happily, taking her wrapped fish and chips. "It smells so amazing." Her eyes widened in surprise when she noticed the chocolate cake but didn't say anything. She really shouldn't be surprised. He knew what she liked. Watching him and his owl had her shaking her head. He needed a pet. He loved animals and they loved him. It was hilarious, really. Heading back into the kitchen, Katie sat at the bar, idly swinging her leg as she opened up her food.
Glancing over at Marcus's haul, she raised a brow at the two Poached Pears. "If you're eating both of those, then I'm not sending mine over," she teased, leaning over to kiss him. She let it linger a little longer this time, reacquainting herself with a half naked Marcus Flint. She'd missed this. Sighing softly, Katie pulled away, pupils slightly dialated. She remembered their fight... the one before the bludger. She remembered how long it'd been since they'd been together.
Taking a bite of her food, she munched on a chip, summoning the hot mustard she knew was there for her own use. Dumping some onto the paper, Katie dipped her chip in. "You know," she said, thoughtfully. "Maybe I can get of the DL sooner. My memory is coming back and I remember the important things... you, Quidditch, how to fly a broom... And the headaches are mostly gone...." She just wanted to be back on the pitch, helping him with England.