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The Leaky Cauldron wasn’t Marcus’ favorite place to spend his free time, but it provided the young wizard with everything he needed at the moment: a relatively safe location to get drunk and forget about his frustrations and struggles. Between dealing with Cassius Selwyn, the vampire who refused (in Marcus’ opinion) to listen to reason and controlling his bloodthirsty leeches, and not having a really good case assigned to him in the last week or so, Marcus had grown irritable and stagnant. What was the use in being part of an organization if he was at a standstill or had already succeeded in nearly all of his missions? He was desperate to get back out there and prove himself somehow, though he knew--logically, of course--that his standing with the Death Eaters (and, more importantly, the Dark Lord himself) was already favorable. He had a nearly impeccable track record; in the months he’d spent as a rogue assassin for the Death Eaters’ organization, he’d managed to efficiently capture and off the long list of accused that had been handed to him.

So what was the deal? Why wasn’t he being thrown a bone here, for Merlin’s sake?

The Leaky Cauldron wasn’t packed tonight--that was the good bit of the evening. Marcus took a lone seat at the counter, withdrawing himself from the company of the witches and wizards that dotted the bar; some in groups, some in solitary isolation like himself. Waving down the bartender, Marcus ordered himself a serving of Firewhiskey (neat, of course) and settled in for his favorite activity: people-watching, as he called it. In a booth just to the left of the counter, a young witch and wizard were animatedly discussing whether or not merfolk should have their own seat on the Council for the Regulation and Control of Magical Creatures; the witch was in favor, while the wizard felt that--while intelligent creatures--merpeople didn’t “understand” the way the wizarding world worked and were too far removed from creatures’ rights and activism. It was an interesting, lively debate, and by the time the tender had arrived with Marcus’ order, he was engrossed in scanning the crowd for anyone he might know.