Marco strode through the doors into the locker room, he was resplendent in the blue and bronze robes of the Ravenclaw Quidditch team. His pads were brand new, and he was a bit concerned to have no broom of his own just yet. He had an athlete's ability on the broom, so he was naturally excited to be playing today; even if he was just a substitute for the normal Keeper and had no idea what to excpect to be flying on.
He cinched his helmet on hating how it flattened his always wispy fly away hair and yet grinning from the excitement of being here ready to play. He saw Christy and looked at the broom she held, a nice Firebolt, he'd given the captain his money and she'd somehow gotten it for him. Hey that's mine right? Great! A Firebolt is what I usually fly at home! I knew I should have brought mine, but a new one is even better! He held out his hand while holding the other arm open for a small one armed hug of thanks. Let the others think what they would, she was a friend and he was thankful to her for gettin him a broom on such short notice!
His grin ratcheted up a notch as his thoughts strayed, would Godric be there? If he did show would he root for Marco, or remain house loyal rooting solely for Slytherin? This thought eased his nerves as it took his mind away from the game and put it into more familiar territory. Marco looked around the room, he was ready to go!