Well, this chapter is pretty short, but I promise the next one will be longer! I decided we could go a chapter without Aylin.

ImagingThings- Shh! I don't think Greyback would be very happy if he heard you say that!

When Greyback got home, he felt like dancing. Which was quite unusual for him. Nothing could shake him from the fact that he had been kissed by an angel. And that said angel loved him. He was beyond happy, he was beyond ecstatic. He simply felt as though he had discovered heaven in the form of Aylin Vance.

"I love you too, Greyback. No matter what, I love you."

Greyback only did what was natural- he leaned over and kissed her just as she had kissed him, albeit not quite as softly. He didn't quite know what he was doing, but it felt right. After a few moments, he pulled away.

"Are you sure you love me?" Greyback asked cautiously. It seemed too good to be true. Nobody had ever told him that they loved him except his mother. She stopped saying that once he was old enough to go to school.

"Yes. I'm sure." She moved closer to him. Greyback wasn't sure what to do, so he just wrapped an arm around her. Aylin put her head on his shoulder. Greyback couldn't help but smile.

A couple minutes later, Aylin shifted her weight. Pulling away slightly, Greyback looked to see if something was the matter. Aylin was staring again, and biting her lip. She turned to look at him, and he could see she wanted to say something. But whatever it was, she must have decided against it.

"What is it?" He asked. After a pause, she replied.

"It's getting a bit chilly, I think I'm going to go home."

Greyback nodded. He didn't think it was too cold, but if Aylin thought so, then it was time to leave.

"Are you going to Apparate back home?"

Aylin nodded and stood up. Greyback followed her example.

"When will I see you again?" Greyback said, brushing off the grass that had stuck to his clothes.

"Not for about another week, I'm afraid. I have some business to take care of at home, and I really can't be disturbed." Aylin said apologetically.

"Oh. Well, just come by my flat when you get the time." Greyback said.

Aylin nodded. "Good bye."

"Bye."

With that, she turned on the spot and was gone.

Greyback looked at the pond, shimmering in the midday sun, and decided it was his favorite place in the world.

He closed the door behind him, and was greeted by a very annoyed hoot. His blissful mood vanished, replaced by an irritated one.

"What is it?" He crossed over to the open window, then wished he had closed it. The old, decrepit owl had left, and a very familiar one was sitting in its place. It hooted at him continuously as he approached it. Greyback took the letter from its leg. It hooted again.

"Shut up!" Greyback growled. "You hoot one more time and I'll slip something unpleasant into Borgin's tea!"

Greyback-

I'm over the Scrofungulus, but Burke is still sick. We're getting a very important shipment at 1 PM. Be

at the shop by quarter of one.

--Mr. Borgin

Greyback groaned. As much as he liked his job, he rather disliked Borgin. He reread the letter. Quarter to one. So he had.. about a half hour. But the mention of a new shipment had him intrigued. Especially an important one. He hadn't heard about it. Maybe someone contacted Borgin while he was sick. Or Borgin wasn't sick at all, but actually on a business trip to Siberia or something. It was a possibility.

The next thirty minutes were spent cleaning his flat. Greyback had decided that if Aylin ever dropped in unexpectedly on him again, he wouldn't have to be embarrassed by the filth. Of course, he didn't quite finish. Roughly three years of rubbish couldn't be cleaned out in a half hour. It would be a long-term project, but Greyback decided it was worth it.

The first thing he saw when he arrived at the shop was Borgin, standing in front of a large pile of boxes. He looked perfectly healthy.

"Morning Greyback. I need you to unpack these and put them in storage." Borgin said briskly.

Greyback nodded, reaching for his wand.

"We have a very special item in this box here." Borgin gestured to a very tall, thin box. "Be extra careful with it. If I come back and there is a single ding on it, you can say goodbye to your job here. When you're done with unpacking, I want you to lock up and leave. Understood?"

Greyback nodded again. "You're not staying?"

"Why should I? Shop's closed today. Good day, Greyback." With that, he left. Greyback looked at the boxes. He figured he should unpack the "special item" first. Besides, he was dying to know what it was. Slowly levitating it towards the back room used for storage, Greyback wondered what it could be. Judging from its shape, he guessed it was a very large painting. He carefully lowered it to the ground once he reached his destination, then opened the box.

It was a mirror. Greyback stared at the back of it for a moment, then went to look at the other side. What he saw shocked him.

He saw his reflection, but that wasn't what surprised him. Behind him, he could see Aylin, smiling serenely. Greyback whipped his head around, but he was completely alone. Frowning, he slowly turned back to the mirror. It hadn't changed. Aylin still stood there, one hand on his shoulder.

Greyback didn't know what the mirror was supposed to do, but after he had spent a few minutes looking into its depths, he decided to put it away. After all, Borgin & Burke's generally sold dark items. Staring at a mirror of unknown properties might not be a good idea. So he turned it towards the wall, and began to unpack the rest.