Marietta had recently finished her shift at Flourish and Blotts and was going to do a little shopping before heading home. As she neared the monument she noticed a slightly familiar scowl on the face of the individual standing there. She didn't know what pulled her toward him, but she had been intrigued by their previous banter so she decided to take a chance at striking up a conversation.
"Well if it isn't Mr. Sourpuss from Weasley's," she said sarcasm mixed with adoration evident in her voice. It wasn't often she found someone who didn't like a Weasley. In fact, that quality alone made they young man standing beside her worth time in her book.