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"Hmm, I might," He seemed a little distracted and not completely interested, but Marcus wasn't too bothered.

"A-are you any good at Quidditch" Daniel stammered a little.

Marcus smirked, this was a good topic. He loved Quidditch. It was one of the things that he excelled at. He loved the freedom that it enabled him, the speed that he could go and the risks that he could take. His parents didn't even know he played Quidditch. When he was home though he would talk endlessly with his sister and her carer about the games. She would clap and cheer when he described the highlights, even booing when he talked about the games against Slytherin. He loved his sister and was in a way greatful that his parents were rich and could offer her the best help, despite them not being around.

"Quidditch is the best man. I'm the Captain of the Gryffindor team! Bout the only thing I'm really good at."

He did a quick check of his watch and saw that classes were going to start soon. When he looked back up Daniel was already getting his gear together. Marcus though what his family was like. He noticed that when Daniel asked about the letter a shadow of a smile had graced his lips. They probably were close. In a way Marcus envied his imaginery theory about Daniels family but didn't let it get to him. He had never been the jelous type. Scoffing down the last mouthfuls of his breakfast Marcus made to stand up.

"I'll see you in Transfig." He gave him a smile and a nod of his invisible hat.

On the way down he noticed his buddy Jake, he walked over and started a small conversation with him. They ended with a good handshake and bro hug before heading off to Potions.