Terence & Silviya & Marcus (finally!)
Marcus Flint. Of all the people in this goddamn world, it just had to be Marcus Fucking Flint. Of course.
If Silviya was paying attention, the small cues running through his body seemed to speak volumes-- his face falling, his smile dissipating only to be replaced with a terse, if placid expression, tension drawing his shoulders together, the way his hand seemed to tighten on Silviya's shoulder not enough to hurt, but enough to be noticeable, the other forming a fist at his side... if she wanted to, he was fairly certain that she could read him like a goddamn book by now.
"Marcus," he turned, smile back on his face, however different its quality might have been, "what an unexpected pleasure to see here." He wasn't certain his voice could have dripped with sarcasm any more than it did in that moment. It... wasn't that he didn't like Marcus. Under normal circumstances he adored the guy. Housemates, teammates... Marcus had been one of his closest friends back at Hogwarts, and had they run into each other earlier that day sans Silviya, things would have played out entirely differently. But... with her at his side, Marcus' words doing more than enough to comment on their relationship all in their own right... things were quite different, and he'd have been a fool not to acknowledge it.