Eric had Marcus wondering if the other went to pubs with the intention of getting involved in such conversations. Marcus wouldn't be surprised if he did. Marcus preferred a quiet beer or if it had to get loud he'd much rather get into a scrap than a conversation about politics and what had to be changed. It was just that simple; there wasn't much Marcus wanted changed. He wanted to get rid of the mudbloods and blood traitors, preferably as soon as possible. Yet, if he wanted to keep his job, he could hardly tell that to the public, right? "And what do you expect my muscle to do?" He laughed softly.
Marc glanced at his beer, the pint half-empty and he decided he would finish it and then go home. Crazy-face here could entertain himself, or find someone else to annoy. Marcus wasn't really in the mood to talk to someone like him right now.
"A couple hundred?" He laughed and shook his head. "To a Hogwarts game, maybe." He looked at the other with a raised brow. "Have you ever been to a professional game? We get a couple thousand viewers per match, then think that we get six games per game day...well, I guess you're smart enough to do the math." Marcus wasn't very happy that Eric talked about Quidditch like that; like people were doing dirty deals there and everything. "No, I didn't forget the world cup, idiot, I was there myself." He kept the part, where his dad walked with the Deatheaters to himself, though. Marcus had solely been interested in the game; Ireland against Bulgaria, how could he not have been, being from Ireland himself? "Do you always act like you know everything better than everyone else? I think you might wanna consult a doctor about that problem..." He rolled his eyes.