At this point, Marcus didn't even bat an eye at the thought of another Gala. He'd been to so many of the damn things that he'd lost count. It was all part and parcel of the Quidditch thing and while he could certainly think of better things to be doing with his time, he still showed up. Even if it was in fucking Scotland. Christ. He'd thought he'd put in his time at school, but apparently there needed to be a reason to drag their sorry arses back to this dump.
Marcus had shown up with Katie, something that he hadn't done previously and, of course, set the nosy bastards to talking. It wasn't like it was a fucking surprise. Regardless, they only spent as much time as they had to talking about it. No sooner had they escaped the clutches of the gossip mongers, he'd escaped the bloody bow tie he'd been sporting. It was a black-tie affair, but only so far as getting through the door ... at least as far as he was concerned.
He'd tossed it onto the tray of some server and hadn't looked back. Damn thing was irritating. He didn't care where the hell it ended up. Snagging them both a drink, he rolled his eyes as Katie waved to Wood. "You should have worn a shorter dress, you two could have matched," he commented. Turning his attention away from the idiot in the skirt, he scanned the crowd for Clint and Adrian, neither of which he had spotted coming in. He wasn't even sure if Adrian was going to bother coming. What with everything going on, he wouldn't be surprised if he decided to bow out of this one.