Marcus was rather proud of himself, he had to admit. Before it had only been Lexi's birthday he had to worry about this time of year. Hand her a beer and she was pretty happy. Katie, being the Gryffindor that she was, could be read like a book. She liked it, which worked very well for him ... even if there was a lot of people he didn't care for in attendance. She was the one obligated to do the rounds, he was content on avoiding all physical contact with half of them.
"Your welcome," he smirked, choosing not to complain about the girly hugging moment. An arm wrapped around her waist as he glanced over the group. "Though, you seriously need to shorten the list of friends," he commented, "You don't have to be friends with bloody everyone. Pretty sure we shouldn't have had to invite the Celts."
His eyes strayed to the Falmouth beaters, as they did god knows what over by the bar with the seeker from the Irish team. He'd have to keep his eyes on those two. He doubted Bletchley would be impressed with their antics ... and he really didn't want to have to deal with his chasers being beat to death by a fiery little redhead. "Did you want a drink?"