Marcus was entirely over this entire month. First Katie takes a bludger to the head, which naturally means he stands around with a bunch of Gryffindor idiots for five days, then she all but forgets he exists, then there was that god damn picture with Snitch, and now suddenly his Ex girlfriend's decided that fashion week is important enough to return to England. Needless to say he was bloody exhausted. It didn't help that he'd had a strip torn off of him from the Falmouth admin about punching one of the beaters in the face. Apparently that wasn't allowed, even if he had been stupid enough to taunt him about that damn picture.
Swearing, he ran a hand through his still damp hair and scowled up at the ceiling. He'd never thought he'd say it, but he couldn't bloody wait for the season to be over. He could use a couple months to himself where he didn't have a damn team to worry over. Or two, as the case currently was.
He was lost in thoughts of warm sand and scantily clad beach bodies when the door opened and he was forced to blink his way out of those thoughts. He hadn't locked it when he'd gotten home as the wards kept the randoms out, but that still didn't explain who had arrived. He was a bit surprised to find Katie standing there, looking at him with the strangest look on her face. He couldn't help but wonder what it was he'd done. When she finally did speak, he still couldn't quite determine whether he was in trouble or not.
The moment the declaration had left her lips, she was cursing and walking back out the door and leaving Marcus blinking at the empty space she'd stood just a moment before wondering what the hell had just happened. It took him a moment to get his head on straight before a small chuckle left him. Of all the times in his life to be attracted to a Gryffindor, he chose this one. Pushing himself off the sofa, he followed after her. Ignoring the woman who lived next door as she openly gawked at him as he strolled by in just his sleep pants, he caught up with her at the elevator.
He was going to ask her if she normally just burst into people's house just to turn around and stomp back out, but for whatever reasons he couldn't get any force behind his words. It wasn't hard to miss the differences; make up, hair style, ect. This wasn't the Katie Bell he'd grown quite used to. She looked awkward as all hell and that made Marcus roll his eyes. Reaching out, he tugged her to him and pressed his lips to hers.
"If you're going to go around busting into people's homes, you might want to stay long enough to make the effort worth it," he muttered.