"Can't expect too much from a retard though." He vaguely remembered his father had said something like that once. Maybe he was taking after his father after all, not that it made him very happy. But being raised the way he had been, it'd be hard to pick a totally different path. "Just keep in mind there are so many Gryffindors around..." He rolled his eyes. "It's almost disgusting. Someone should remind them about pest control..."
Marcus grinned, proudly. It was an impressive score. On the other hand, he was on one of the best teams Britain had to offer, so there wasn't anything else to be expected, was there? "If we both make it into the semi-finals...which it looks like, chances are very good we'll play them again." he nodded. he was already looking forward to that game.
"Alright so next time I play I'll send you a ticket, then you'll have to come, if you wnat to or not." He said decidedly, like she couldn't say no to it now. "It#s only a fair deal, I'd say?"