Upon appearing in th he designated practice pitch that Tutshill had, Marcus could feel the knot in his stomach tighten. He had been biting the bullet with this team far longer than he cared to admit, even got moved from reserve to main team within his first year... but Daniels had remained captain. He wasn't the one who deserved it , and granted Marcus would never turn it down, he knew he didn't deserve it either. Not with the only teammate he could tolerate having so much more to offer. Michaels always had. Still, as of late, Marcus found himself cursing not taking the contract with the Falcons. They won some games at least. He hadn't seen a winning game in a while because Daniels couldn't get the team to work together.

They had been running drills all morning before they decided to break for lunch, and Marcus saw the auror going round asking questions. He had yet to be questioned, and he had yet to decide to ask them any questions, but he was sure he would be next. Most of his team had decided to go back to the Leaky Cauldron for lunch, and oddly enough, he went with them.

He sat at a small table, alone, observing everyone, but soon Michaels joined him. "What a first practice so far. Daniels has become more of a dock, I swear." Michaels said, and soon Marcus saw more Quidditch players filing in. Some were Falcons, others were part of Puddlemere, and soon came in the aurors.

The one that they had been assigned, Drake, joined them, and they weren't kidding when they said the man was ugly. "D'you mind?" He asked and Marcus shock his head, seeing that he was reading through some.files. "So, Flint, you were a Slytherin?" He asked, and Marcus nodded. "And says here you were offered a contract with the Falcons as well when you graduated."

"Yes sir, any other pertinent questions?" Marcus asked, rolling up his sleeves and showing he didn't have any marks, aside from scars, on his arms. 

"Not at the moment, just making sure my files are in order. Poor Gregory has quite a handful with the Falcons." He chuckled. "And Ryan with Puddlemere."

"What are you saying?" Michaels asked, and after the three ordered, Drake gave a grin. 

"You see, I knew about my team assignment a month in advanced, so I was able to work through all of my major problems before first practice. Gregory and Ryan both just got their assignments this morning. One has to conduct ward time investigations on most of the team and the other has a target painted on her team. And not all of them have been released from Azkaban." He whispered.

Flint and Michaels nodded. Flint was very pleased too, now he knew that perhaps if he got a meeting with the Falcons, having figured they were the ones with war crimes fiddling their team, he may have a chance of leaving Tutshill. "Interesting."

"Just means more paperwork and he'll for them. You guys are smooth sailing." Drake commented, and Marcus.just nodded. 

Merlin let him leave Tutshill, he knew he needed it.