Katie had to admit that she was rather surprised by Marcus's lack of... reaction. "That would be useful?" she repeated, eyes widening. "You're not going to scream at me? Or yell?" Oliver yelled. A lot. They had the tendency to get into it with one another and it usually devolved from screaming to silently staring at one another. This was... different. Of course, she didn't really know what to think about it. She was so used to verbal warfare in Quidditch and with Marcus. She'd just assumed those two things would've gone hand in hand. She leaned back, unconsciously mimicking his pose, crossing her own arms across her chest.
His eyes raked over her, taking in her features and she stiffened, knowing what was coming. Marcus's eyes lingered on her face, studying her. She didn't like it. Breaking his gaze, she looked away. This was bound to happen. When word got out, this was what people would be doing. They'd stare and study her and try to see the similarities. They'd blame her. They'd talk about her. She could see it in Marcus already. He looked at her differently. Like she was less than what they were. The fact that her parents were still out of reach... that she was supposed to be digesting that she had another family and that her biological father died and she... didn't care. Not to mention the windfall that had been sent her way. It was a lot.
Her lips twitched up at his words and she raised a brow. "Nothing could make me less Gryffindor," she said, shrugging. Pucey's blood didn't mean much to her. Technically, it made her a pureblood but that didn't mean anything either. "I'm still the same person." She shrugged and stood up. "It's nothing. I'll get it straightened out and I'll be fine next week." Katie gave him an amused smile that didn't quite reach her eyes. "Hopefully this means you'll stop trying to get in my knickers."
She pulled out a piece of parchment, some notes she'd taken from the practices this week and a couple of plays, the little x's zooming around on the paper. Moving around the desk, she sat it down and leaned against the desk. "I think you should move me to center Chaser. Brooks doesn't have the awareness," she said, brushing her hair off her face.