Marcus had to grin. Some things just never changed; like the bad mood between Snakes and Lions, especially if they were both on their respective House's Quidditch team. Marcus for one was pretty reckless with rivals. There were some he respected, because they were good players but Wood's team at Hogwarts...Marcus just had a certain, very deep seated hate for them he couldn't really describe.
Marcus shook his head. "I guess I could find someone, if it hurts your fragile feelings." Why did those Gryffindors have to be so whiny? With the exception of Wood maybe, but even he was too soft for Marcus' taste. Did they think they were the only ones with problems? They honestly couldn't be THAT stupid, could they? He had to admit they might be in more danger than he was, yet they deserved it. Mingling with mud bloods and muggles, it just had to end bad. If things kept evolving like this they'd get what they deserved.
"I heard you surpassed yourself and actually managed to become a reserve player..." Marcus asked with a grin. He had made it right onto the team after school and he was damn proud of it.