If there was one thing Marcus could agree on in this messed up little world of theirs, it was how fucked up it truly was that he, of all people, was managing a relatively drama free life. In one corner of this triangle was Adrian and Emma. The social couple and Slytherin's golden boy. He was pretty sure the sun was suppose to rise when Ade told it to. Heir. Head of the Business. All Prim and Proper .. and now he was having a kid out of wedlock with a mudblood. Then in the other corner stood Lexi and Clint. Neither one of them prime examples of the perfect pureblood and neither one of them were all that interested in being so. If Emma and Ade were the perfect couple in their perfection, Lexi and Clint were the perfect couple in their desire not to be ... and yet, insecurities and doubts caused more drama then you could shake a stick at. Then there was Katie and himself. She was a bloody Gryffindor who couldn't keep her mouth shut about her emotions and he was ... well, Marcus Flint. Enough said. Somehow, they were the ones that had it easy.
"Of course I got your favourite," he muttered, dropping down to the grass beside her. "I didn't want to watch you spend an hour picking everything off the pizza you didn't like and then complain that it had gotten cold." He shifted when she leaned back into him, finding a comfortable position before reaching around her and stealing his claimed piece of the pizza. It was good, but it wasn't as good as she said it was. Chicken was just not something he thought should be put on pizza. Pepperoni and bacon. That's what you put on pizza.
He snorted at her sentimentality. She never could resist. "Is the sky blue?" he asked, choosing instead to focus on her ridiculous question, answering it with one of his own to get the point across. He'd bloody well have her back in shape if it killed her. They were going to fucking win this shit no matter what it took out of them. He'd be damned if he was going to lose to Scotland or France.