Marcus' knuckles turned white as he gripped the broomstick even tighter. He hated nicknames, there was only one person that was allowed to call him differently than Marcus and it was his mother. Certainly not Wood. And as much as he knew Wood was calling him like that on purpose, he couldn't hold back a low hiss. "Don't you dare to call me like that."
Then, as if realising what he had said, he straightened up a little, and took a deep breath. He needed to relax... and soon they would be up in the air and any negative feeling he ever had inside of him would be gone. "You know I'm always ready, Oli," he winked back and the next second he was rising up towards the darkening sky again.