There he was, trying to be friendly for once and he got shut off. Very encouraging really. "Okay then, I won't force you to share." He shrugged and put the gloves he had been eyeing down again. Marcus liked to get the best pieces of equipment he could, which was why he never bought anything without reconsidering it first.
"Nothing's changed there then. Students are probably getting better at hiding their grudges as well." He had never been good at hiding his anger, which was why he had constantly had hit people with professors around. At some point people had known him better for his tendency to hit someone than his role as a Quidditch captain. Now that he thought about it, he had been lucky he hadn't been barred from Quidditch permanently.
"In case I wake up one day and I really wanna do it, I'll ask you for some advice." It wasn't very likely though. He'd rather quit Quidditch than do it. "I think I'm quite capable of separating something serious from a joke, don't worry. I'm not as retarded as people constantly assume. I'm smart nought to know that having lots of muscles doesn't equal having no brain."
He took the hand Charlie offered him and shook it firmly. "Was a pleasure to talk to you." Even though Marcus hadn't been captain the same time as Charlie had, this oddly made him feel like the handshake before a match and he had to grin. "I'll probably see you around?"