The next day, Leveena did return to the shop, but she didn't open it back up. Instead, she simply sat in the front shop. The door was closed. She sat in a chair, simply looking out the window from the far side of the room. She could see the many people passing by, and even a few heads turning to the shop, probably wondering why the door was locked. She sighed miserably and bowed her head, green eyes glaring at the ground as they became blurry with tears. She heard a small click, but she didn't lift her head; there was the sound of the door creaking open.

"Miss Glendale?"

She didn't raise her head.

"Miss Glendale...I'm sorry to hear about your brother." As she became a little more aware that she was no longer alone, she realized that the man's voice was slightly familiar. She raised her head back up, her eyes spotting the same blond-haired man that she had seen earlier that day. This time, he was alone. His son had not accompanied him. He must have used Alohomora to get inside.

She quickly got up, as if she was startled. "We're not open right now."

"I understand. Just sit down." The man put a hand on her shoulder, gently pushing her back down onto the chair.

"I'm sorry you have to see me like this," she stated through a heavy breath, looking up at him as she quickly wiped her tears away. She hated to cry in front of someone...especially a stranger.

"When the Ministry told me what happened, I figured I'd come to find you. You're not safe, Leveena. I know what happened to him..."

"What?" Leveena made a motion to get up again, but once more, she was pushed back.

He kneeled down in front of her chair now. "Death Eaters," he said in a hushed voice, as if he was telling her his deepest, darkest secret. "They killed your brother, and they're not done."

"Why?"

"One of the items he has...it's very valuable. A silver ring with a sapphire. Does it sound at all familiar?"

Leveena certainly knew about the ring he spoke of. It was hidden in her bedroom, as a matter of fact. But where exactly in that room, she couldn't recall. Then, another thought had come to mind. She didn't even know who the hell this guy was that was telling her all of these things. "Who are you anyway?" she asked, avoiding the subject for the time being. She didn't know where it was going, and she wasn't too enthused to find out, either. Besides, she figured that finding out who this man was, was a bit more important than the matter he was pressing.

"Lucius," he replied. "Lucius Malfoy."

Leveena froze. The name rang a bell, too. He was the son of Abraxas Malfoy, who was once a good friend of her own, deceased father. She never really met any of the Malfoys up until now, but her brother was closely connected to them, mainly because of shop. The Malfoy family was rich. From what she heard, Lucius lived with his wife, Narcissa, and son, Draco. She only had the pleasure of meeting the two males of the family, however.

"From your expression, you know who I am," Lucius went on, almost holding an expression of amusement on his face. It wasn't that, though. There was one more thing about Lucius that she had heard from Artemis himself at one point.

He was a Death Eater.

"Were you...?" she started, but she couldn't finish; her thought was weighing heavily on her mind. She gradually stood up, but this time, he didn't stop her. Maybe he was involved with my brother's death.

"No," Lucius replied casually as if he had read her mind. He was shaking his head. "But I know who did. His name is Yaxley."

Yakley? What? she thought, looking at him strangely. "Um...who?"

"Yaxley," Lucius repeated in a crisper tone, his facial expression looking irritated. "Another one of the Death Eaters, though I don't particularly appreciate him." He spoke in a somewhat bitter tone as he mentioned the man. This Yaxley didn't sound too popular.

Leveena frowned a little. He almost didn't seem to like his reputation as a Death Eater. She didn't know how to respond to all of this. It was so sudden. So frightening, for that matter. She held a hand to her head and sank back down into the chair. She felt a throbbing pain in her head. All night she spent crying until she simply couldn't anymore. She hadn't eaten anything, nor even had as much as a glass of water. She was mentally and physically exhausted.

"Are you alright, Miss Glendale?"

She shook her head a little, leaning her elbow on the arm of the furniture, and her temple leaning on the palm of her hand. "No..." she muttered under her breath, followed by a groan of agony. The pain had only increased once she spoke. The splitting headache would not surrender, no matter how much she tried to force it away. Maybe that was precisely what made it worse.

Lucius turned his gray eyes to the window, concluding by the lack of light outside that it was a good time to leave. He sighed, holding out his hand to her as he returned his gaze to her miserable form. "Let's get you home," he said. "You're in need of some rest." Suddenly, a surge of what seemed like anger had taken over her. Her head bolted up, and her were eyes staring at him almost indignantly. A flash raced across her green-hued glare.

"I'm not going back there!" she shouted. "I found my brother in that house! Dead!" Almost immediately, Lucius's expression changed from stern to apologetic. He must've realized just then that he had made the wrong suggestion.

"In that case," he said, "we only have one other option." He took her gently by the wrist and pulled her back up to her feet. He obviously wasn't going to give her any further warnings. Nor was he going to ask her permission for anything. Talk about gentlemanly.

"Hey, what're you--"

With a loud crack!, they Disapparated from the shop.