If he was honest, it really shouldn't be him showing up to bail her out. Sharing a bloodline made it Adrian's responsibility, he was sure of it. He was also the safer bet. Adrian would show up because that was what Adrian did. Marcus, on the other hand, was a fifty/fifty chance that your arse stayed in a holding cell. It seemed luck was in her favour that evening, much to Marcus' chagrin. He glared darkly at the idiot standing beside him, wanting very much to punch that stupid looking smile off his face. Sadly, he was certain that breaking a Hitwizard on their turf was frowned upon.
It only took a moment for him to realize that Katie was still half drunk. Christ. When had it gotten to the point where he was the sober one? "I doubt that you did," he responded, dryly, "The guy ditches you like some groupie and you decide it's a good idea to get drunk and go flying. I doubt there's anything that could clue you in." He honestly didn't get the whole loyalty thing these Gryffindors had. Loyalty was suppose to be given to those who earned it. When it was given freely to those who didn't it was stupidity at it's finest. The lot of them seemed to have missed that lesson.
Turning, he motioned her toward the apparation points. He really wasn't up to dealing with the press with a drunk Katie Bell tagging along. That was just a nightmare waiting to happen. "Given he sits on his arse in front of a couple hoops for the vast majority of the game, I'd be disgusted if you didn't." Really, the only positive thing to come from the evening thus far was the fact that Wood was currently in the hospital. A coma would have been better, but he'd settle for a broken bone.