Marcus could yell, if that's what she was into. Hell, this past week he'd been more than ready to start shouting and/or swinging. He was bloody captain for the English National Team and it was bloody falling apart around him. "Will it give me back the last week of my life?" he asked, dryly. He was just all full of sarcasm and dry comments these days. Christ. Things needed to stop changing every time he turned around. It was starting to piss him off.
When she exclaimed that nothing could make her less of a Gryffindor, she debated briefly whether or not that was true. It likely was, which was another little bit of irritation. "One can always hope," he muttered. She had plenty of points in her favour; tall, lots of leg, Quidditch player, physically fit. The problem was that Gryffindor persona. Dimmed the rest of it.
"You're in your knickers at least once a day now, sometimes it's even twice," he shot back, giving her a pointed look that said just how likely it was that he would stop trying to get her into bed. It was habit at this point and he was who he was. She was well aware of that. His flirting, however, was on hold for the moment. He really was more interested in getting her back to her A game and not whatever the hell it had been the last week. "You better, or I'll bench your arse, Assistant or not." Quidditch was the one thing on earth he took completely serious.
He turned the chair, shifting to look at the paper she'd set down in front of him. While she had a point about Brooks, he couldn't help the internal groan. This was just getting ridiculous. "You want to play Ade's position?" he asked, looking at her with a raised eyebrow. "Really?"
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Katie rolled her eyes and shrugged. "No," she said, somewhat caustically. "I had a bad week. Sorry. Can we move on?" Of course, he wasn't going to let her move on if she continued playing like shit but she wasn't going to let that happen. There was no way that she was going to fuck this up. She'd worked too hard for this and that was just bloody unacceptable. She'd be back on top in no time and that was all that mattered. Throwing herself into her game would really help and she knew that. It's what she always did in time of crisis. This, compiled with everything else, had just exhausted her a little more than normal and she hadn't shaken it off as quickly.
Giving him a smile she shrugged. "You'd be bored without me around," she teased, knowing that she drove him up the wall. It was mutual. There were far too many differences between them for them to not irritate the holy piss out of one another. Personally, she didn't mind it so much. She liked having someone to argue with. And the underling sexual tension? Well, she was fairly certain that would pass.
"A girl can hope," she said, raising a brow. She'd probably die of shock if he stopped trying to get her into bed. Course, he hadn't really flirted with her at all this past week or she'd been too out of it to notice. Either way, she didn't mind so much. It amused her and he was very, very good looking. "Besides, you like looking at me in my knickers," she grinned. "Wouldn't want to deprive you of too much too fast."
In regards to Quidditch, she leaned over, her shoulder brushing his as she pointed out the obvious benefits. "It's my position too," she said, glancing at him, surprised he didn't realize that. Of course, she didn't normally play center against Falmouth. She wasn't afraid of getting violent and could take a hit. Still, it was strange... Adrian and Katie playing the same position. Her eyes flickered to Marcus's lips before she looked away. "It makes more sense," she said, shrugging. "His reach isn't nearly as long as mine and he's either overly nervous or his awareness is off. Either way, we should flip it up. We can figure out what works for what teams when everyone starts playing but right now? I think we need me in the center and you two flanking."