Katie's temper was rising and while she was still drunk, she managed to reign it in just a little. She had to admit, though, that Marcus's cruelty put everything into perspective for her and made her realize exactly what she had missed out on and she wasn't even a little bit disappointed. He didn't deserve her disappointment. His rejection stung but, at this point, she really ought to be used to it. She had a habit of being rejected by men so maybe that was saying something about her. Huh. Her head was pounding and while she wanted nothing more than to slap the smug look off his face, she managed to refrain. "Flint," she said, shaking her head. "You were meant to be nothing more than a distraction from a bad situation and I have to say that I'm more than bloody grateful that I managed to avoid making that mistake."
She had no illusions about him and while they'd been getting along.. well, clearly that was out the window. "Thanks for bailing me out. I'll send you a bank draft tomorrow," she said, flatly. Quidditch. That's all there was. She was no longer looking forward to having to deal with him tomorrow but hopefully it'd be short and they could get the shit together they needed and be done for the weekend. The less she had to see him, the better.
Katie didn't bother saying goodbye. Instead, she glanced at him, eyes flashing with hurt and annoyance before she closed the door behind her. Merlin. That man bloody drove her nuts and dealing with him for the next few months was already giving her a headache. Maybe she'd check in with her trainer and get a steady supply of headache potions. She was clearly going to need it.