"I could sure say it's a bit of wasted talent there," Marcus said and he was actually smiling a bit, well more grinning. "I don't even know what you're doing instead." Which was, most likely, because he frankly didn't care, but on the other hand it was pretty interesting to see what someone, who could have had a bright future as a Quidditch star, was doing instead.
Back at school Marcus had never been opposed to house rivalry, he had enjoyed it very much. As far as he recalled Charlie hadn't really gotten involved with that though. Marcus himself had ended up in the infirmary quite often, which was no surprise with all the scraps he'd gotten into, especially after becoming team captain.
That question...people kept asking, but could he expect people to read interviews he gave? Not really. "They've been my favourite team growing up." He said, telling the truth. Sure, he could have lied but why would he? There was no shame in it. "Which team would you want to join, if you were to join one?"
When exactly had he started doing peaceful small talk with Gryffindors? Marcus supposed it was because he had cooled off a bit after school. He had the job he loved; he didn’t have to hang around Gryffindors and mud-bloods every day anymore. He was doing fine.