This little pre practice meeting had become quite a nuisance... quite the nuisance indeed. Marcus now regretted not signing with the Falcons, because Merlin knew that Daniels was a terrible captain compared to what Marcus could have been. And fuck were his teammates annoying. He just wanted to be left alone. He wanted to play Quidditch, drink, and be left alone. 

He finally dismissed himself from the group, paying for his breakfast and heading to leave. He had gotten out of the Leaky Cauldron and was walking down Diagon Alley before realizong he had left his gear. He cursed beneath his breath and turned back. As if his day could get any worse. He already had thoughts of leaving Tutshill and practically begging the Falcons owner and captain take him. At least then he would be with competent players.

He felt someone knock into him as he headed back into the Leaky Cauldron. He couldn't help the smirk that fell over his face. Katie Bell, the Gryffindor firecracker, now a Falmouth Falcon. Oh, this was just adding to his list of reasons drink. "Little jingle bell. Look at that, nearly knocked me down. Better be careful, you may break yourself in half."

He gave a half chuckle, but he noticed a small sign of pain on her face. He noticed someone coming in behind her, nearly slamming her into the groun, but he grabbed her and moved her aside. He didn't think, he just reacted, like when he was going after the quaffel. He let her go and gave her a small pat on the arm, covering himself up. Can't let the enemy know you're soft. "Watch it jingle bell, you might get yourself hurt out there being that absent minded." He quipped before he turned and grabbed his things, seeing his teammates do the same. He could almost feel himself groaning. 

"So, Flint, are you ready?" One asked as they passed by Katie again before Marcus stopped. Captain Daniels was standing there.

"There you bunch of half wits are, come on. Moved practice time forward so the auror can ask questions." The man spat. Flint rolled his eyes, and Daniels caught it. "Better things to do, Flint?"

"Yeah, actually. Practice. Isn't our first game against Puddlemere?" He hissed, and Daniels nodded.

"Well then, let's go." He said before most of the team promptly apparated. Marcus stood there though, gear in hand, remembering his flask in the front pouch of the bag. He shook his head. 

"Wonder if they'll arrange a meeting with me." He grumbled, walking out and disapparating to his practice.