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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.
Larke Sterling…
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. "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." Marcus gaffed, his thick accent clear in his speech.
He turned and flashed a brilliant smile red-head's way. "And who my you be? My name is Marcus Leon by the way, but find it in your hearts to just call me Mark."
He gestured for the duo to take a seat. "Why don't you join me for breakfast. We'll make this a ajoyo: party."
