A/N: Thanks to all the reviews!! Here's the next chap!!

Chapter 6: Through his eyes

Marcus was meeting me again...I waited at the Leaky Cauldron for his arrival. His family was coming along with him from Scotland. That guy is just full of strange facts. I mean...he's a bloody author now!

We're having a party at the old Flint house, of course. I ran out of Floo Powder and for a simple reason, my Nimbus two thousand and one was the only thing in reach at the moment.

Of course, the damned bloke was always fashionably late. Which pisses me off because I've been waiting here for about an hour and a half. I've been blitzed with six damned butterbeers...until I saw this girl. It was blurry and looked oddly familiar but I ignored that.

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It's been two bloody hours and I've had enough of these drinks.

Anyways, Pete, his owl came with a note. The bloody dimbo had been waiting for me in Flourish and Blotts an hour ago. He said he's sent me a note at home saying to forget about Leaky Cauldron, but I don't reckon because I didn't get any mails this morning. I was rushed and went on my way.

Leaky Cauldron's are usually busy, but as I walked in and tried to look for Flint, I quickly realised that I've forgotten something. I was about to turn around when at the same time, the same girl I saw tapped on my shoulder. She had my broom on her hands and she simply said, "You forgot this back there."

I had nothing to, because I didn't think anyone would've seen my broom anyway. But for the longest time, I think I said thank you...

I don't know, I guess she was trying to start up a conversation. She asked a question that I least expected but I answered it. I shook her hand, and opened my mouth to ask for her name. Too late, she turned her heel and left.

A familiar voice called my name. Marcus stood there with a rich look in him. Not the Quidditch-punk he used to be...Man! What has this world gotten in to?

Beside him stood his wife and kids. Well, honestly I didn't think he'd ever get kids...let alone, a wife. I honestly didn't even think he'd get a wife like that!

"Marcus...Marcus...been a long while!" I told him.

He walked up to me and said, "I'd like you to meet my wife, Vannicka. David, my oldest. April, my daughter."

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That next day, I hung around at the Leaky Cauldron, just until it was time to meet Flint again.

Right, so I saw the girl again. She was with a friend this time, and they passed by.

This steamy girl right, I thought. I thought she read minds at some point, because she turned around and like...stared at me. Followed her redhead friend. They were talking, but I don't really care what.

Something struck me that day. Not until she was interrupted by these other blokes on another table. I couldn't see them, cause it was a deep corner. All I heard was a familiar name...the name was right there at the tip of my tongue, but I just can't make out whom.

So, yeah. I just sat there thinking of nothing, until the girl looked at my direction. I looked back at her, and those eyes made the name seem clearer to me...but not clear enough.

Damn. I was now five minutes late. Before anything, I ran out of the Leaky Cauldron.

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Tell me something. Why do I keep seeing this girl?

After this time, I decided to stop hanging around Leaky Cauldron. I saw her again at the bartender's stool ordering for re-fills. This was stupid! She looked so tense. Does she think I'm a bloody rapist or something?

I walked over to return my mug. I only said hi so she won't have any furthur thoughts.

I have no life, so I spend my time in Diagon Alley. The mansion's boring and dad's always busy. Although, I've gotten a job with the Ministry of Magic in my father's office, so it's not all bad. I've also volunteered to work at the Quidditch Supply store.

Flint's boy, David, called me from outside, and I just happened to glance out the window.That's when I saw her again. Is she stalking me?