Marcus' hair had grown since hast year, and so had he. He was a lot taller, and you could tell that he was getting close to adult age. He was 16, to be precise, and back for this 6th year. The feast didn't interest him much, he'd talked to a few people and had some food. But most of the time he'd spent yawning, and he was now heading to bed. He had just stopped by the hourglasses, as he had realised when passing them that Gryffindor was already at last place!