Who: Draco & Marcus
What: Lunch
When: Thursday mid-day-ish
Where: Hogwarts
Rating: Low (except maybe language?)
Status: On-going
Marcus arrived at the castle, a feeling of trepidation suddenly washing over him. This was definitely a place he had never planned to return to when he left - for a whole list of reasons - and, yet, here he was. As he made his way to Draco's office, assuming it was Snape's old one, he felt like a teenager again, and memories came back to him, some good and some he was glad to have left behind. He looked down at the bag he was carrying (he fetched a light lunch from The Three Broomsticks and a few chocolate cupcakes from Foxglove) and let out a sigh. He wasn't even entirely sure why he'd insisted on this. It was true that he felt bad that the two of them hadn't really talked much since he'd come back from Italy. It was also true that he was excited for Draco to be captaining a pick-up Quidditch team. He knew how much Draco enjoyed the sport, even if he'd pretended for a while now that he didn't necessarily mind not being able to play professionally. But he also knew how Draco could be and it was just as likely that he gesture might be ill-received as it would be seen as him simply trying to reconnect. But he knew that was part of being friends with Draco - he could often be a prat, but underneath all of that he was loyal, bold, and (at times) even caring (though he wasn't sure he'd say that to him directly).
Shaking his head, Marcus reached up and knocked on the door.