For Marcus, he did think it was that simple. Given the circumstances of what had occurred, it should have been entirely too easy to get rid of the obvious trash and move forward. The simple fact that she couldn't was more then enough to let the world know she didn't want to and that was fine by him. She could keep clinging to something that was never going to happen all she wanted. He, however, was washing his hands of it. In all honesty, he should have just left her in the holding cell and let the teams PR rep deal with it. It wasn't his job to babysit her when she was intent on continuing down this road of delusion.
To extent, even Marcus knew he was being more cruel than normal. With the pressure of Nationals and still managing Falmouth, not to mention the changing dymanics the four of them, he was having a bit of a hard time managing all his opinions and emotions. He was much easier to agitate these days and Katie did so quite well on a good day. "Sure it's not, just like you imagined it all going back to normal," he snorted, "Tell yourself whatever you need to."
He raised an eyebrow, at her question, "If you're trying to insinuate that I want more than a one night stand, you're more naive than I thought." He did, however, wonder why he bothered. It had turned out to be a waste of his time with each and every opportunity. "Regardless, you don't have to worry about that any longer. I've grown rather bored with this back and forth with Wood. That's your problem, not mine."
Quidditch was something that would probably suit the both of them to focus on. "Obviously," he retorted, arms still crossed over his chest. There wasn't a question when it came to Quidditch.