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Marcus froze mid-chew and looked up disgruntledly at the new comers. Halfway in his mouth rested a rather greasy sausage. He had abandoned the way of the smart eater and reverted back to the way of a savage one. Not that he cared. To prove this, Marcus eased into his seat and slowly chewed the rest of the sausage without as much as laying a hand on it while he scrutinized the pair of students. 

One of them, a rather muscular young man with a head of sandy brown hair and the strongest jaw he had ever seen on a man seemed to recognize him. Marcus absent mindedly rubbed his own jaw while he bounced teen's name across his tongue. 

[i]Larke Sterling…[/i]

Something about his name rang true in Marcus' head. His last name: Sterling. When a private investigation agency like the Leon Family needed magical items crucial for a job transported across the world, it was sourced to the worlds magical sea-trade mogul: the Sterling Family. And not to long ago, the Sterling and Leon families gathered for a summit, one in which this Larke stood present at. 

Marcus let out a booming laugh, one that nearly drowned out the rabble of the Common Room and offered a mahogany hand out the man. [color=Gray]"Yes we have met! I recognize that name and jaw, Larke Sterling! You've done quite a lot for my family. I assure you we appreciate your business."[/color] Marcus gaffed, his thick accent clear in his speech.

He turned and flashed a brilliant smile red-head's way. [color=Gray]"And who my you be? My name is Marcus Leon by the way, but find it in your hearts to just call me Mark."[/color] 

He gestured for the duo to take a seat. [color=Gray]"Why don't you join me for breakfast. We'll make this a ajoyo: party."[/color]