Marcus was glad to be sitting with halfway intelligent people. Michaels had been quiet for the most part and Drake kept boasting about how well prepared he was, but Marcus could see right through it. Marcus may not have been book smart, having had to retake a few seventh year classes at Hogwarts and graduate a year later, but he knew quite a bit about people and sports. Drake was only boasting because he was assigned one of the few true neutral teams, and he knew it. Oh Merlin, one of theirs had been thrown in Azkaban for war crimes, but he was a reserve player no one really knew or cared about. Granted, yes, he was sure all of them were being looked at, but that was because of the team's bad reputation.

"So, Drake," Marcus drawled, growing quite weary of the man not shutting his mouth. "Exactly what can you do?"

Michaels nodded. "Aside from, obviously, being able to know what exactly is going on with the team you are supposed to protect.

Drake paused, and he sighed. "I am most skilled in shield charms, and I am fair at transforming things and people."

Marcus leaned back a bot, hearing the volume increase substantially once the rest of the Falcons entered the Cauldron. He rolled his eyes, but as he would have it, it seemed their owner wasn't far behind the crowd, speaking with a couple of others. He soon addressed Drake, "Quite average, glad to know that our beaters would do better than you."

Drake's face drew into a frown, and Michaels chimed in once more. "No kidding, hit a bludger to Daniels and watch them fall."

Drake excused himself and Marcus smirked, seeing him sit with the man who he presumed was the auror for the Falcons. "Finally."

"He wasn't lying about you being offered a contract with the Falcons?" Michaels asked, and he shook his head.

"No. I really regret not signing with them now, but here I was almost guaranteed off the reserves in a year." He said, and Michaels nodded, and soon their food was placed before them and they ate in silence. Marcus never moved his gaze from the Falcons, or their owner. If he ever had a chance to grovel for a job, more figuratively than literally, but he didn't need his team to see. That could put him out of a job entirely, and he almost looked forward to their game against Puddlemere United. He always did, especially with Wood there. The animosity never died between them.

Aside from Quidditch rivalries, he had gotten one of Wood's girlfriends at Hogwarts to cheat on him. It just made things worse, and even now he was sure that was what kept friction between them. Still, all but him and Kearney were in the Cauldron from Puddlemere, and he could only guess that it was for a reason.

Marcus paid for his food and went to leave the Cauldron after paying for his meal, and he headed out, strolling down Diagon Alley. He caught a few stores bustling before nearly slamming into a red head who was coming out of a tea shop. "Watch it." He hissed, and she glared at him. 

"Watch yourself." Ginny spat, and he saw her heading towards the Cauldron. He had halfa mind to follow her and give her a.piece of his mind. And after a moment, he did follow her. He found her standing by Katie. Oh god, Jingle Bell again, Oh well.

"Hey, Katie. Charlie will be in after a few minutes, we have a little surprise for you." Ginny informed the blonde, and Marcus walked over, not caring, and knocked into her, acting as if he were heading towards his team. "Watch it!"

"Sorry, must have missed you there, kind.of like how you missed me." He chuckled, mightily, but soon a tall red haired man walked in with a small blonde boy, and he approached Ginny before the blonde boy ran towards Katie.

"Aun' Ka'ie!" He exclaimed, but he ran into Marcus' legs and backed away, slightly scared. He moved.back, but soon the red haired man walked up, knowing full well Katie could handle this, but she didn't need a fight.

"Try it. Trust me, it will be the biggest mistake you make." Charlie said, seeing how Ayden quickly got over it and clambered into Katie's lap, and shying into her shoulder.

Marcus put his hands up. "Not that bad, Weasley. Perhaps we can settle it later. You know, so the brat can't be an excuse."

He had a feeling those were fighting words, and he moved towards his team, hearing a collection of responses before Daniels sat with him. "Watch it, Flint. Can't have any preseason drama." He hissed, and Flint just shrugged.