He hated these events. Seated by themselves, flashbulbs going off constantly. Journalists asking the same questions over and over. Same smile, same answer. He'd much rather be home rubbing Hermione's feet, counting down the hours before the birth of their baby. He fought to keep his eyes from rolling as the hundredth person asked if he'd been pleased with their winning season. A brief ruckus at the door interrupted, but it ended as quickly as it started. Marcus turned back to answer when Coach Mathers approached. He whispered in Marcus's ear. The large man nodded, "Excuse me, more important places to be." He stood, "ADES! It's go time!"