Marcus had been walking with a teammate after practice and then had headed for the nearest bar, intending to have a pint or two before he went home. Practice had gone well and he had a habit of celebrating that with a beer, so he opened the door to the pub, not one he usually visited, looking around to check if there was anyone he knew, or anyone in particular whose presence he couldn't tolerate while drinking. Neither was the case to he entered and headed straight for the bar and took a seat.
It was only after he had ordered his beer and a scotch chaser that he noticed who was sitting just two stools away from him; Mister charming! It caused Marcus to smirk. After a good training session he was always in a great mood, which usually meant people around him would end up in a bad one, sooner or later. At least if they were neither team mates nor Slytherins or for any other reason toMarcus liking.
"Hey there," He grinned and turned to look at the other. It wasn't too hard, not even for Marcus, to somehow sense the other wasn't in a mood nearly as bright as his own. "I always wondered why it's never the Gryffindors who notice that about themselves..." he said casually and nodded to the barman who brought his drinks.