"No really," Marcus insisted in response to Adrian's raised eyebrow. "Scared half to death of heights, ever since I was small. It's why I was such a washout at Quidditch, I couldn't get over the flying.
"At one point I decided that I wasn't going to let something as stupid as fear get the better of me. So I started climbing. After a few months, I felt more at home on the Crags than I did in my father's house." His fingertips beat a complicated rhythm on the table, and he looked up.