Marcus had unpacked the brooms in the meanwhile, and then he had been watching the boy run from the castle. "A little," he replied to his question. It didn't matter that the other was on time as far as the clocks showed; it just mattered that Marcus was here the first and therefore everyone else was late. And he showed this quite clearly, with a smug grin on his face and his eyebrows raised a little.
"But you are here now, so let's start, yes?" he added then, not caring whether Nott was or wasn't ready. He never wasted time with anything, always getting to the point. And with flying, it really wasn't necessary to talk. He took one of the brooms, the one that obviously looked older, and handed it to the other. "This is yours for now." He allowed himself a soft smile; it was his old broom. It brought memories.