Marco just looked up from behind his counter, a bit of flour on his nose, his long hair hanging in a thick braid on his back. Seeing Lavender he lit up like a sun, couming out to give her a hug. "Lavender!" he exclaimed. "I am glad to see you! Can I offer you anything? Pick whatever you want. Its on the house." his face was bright, happy and friendly. Yet there was something about him. Like a heavy weight had been put on his shoulders. There were some healing wounds just showing on his neck slipping under his shirt. The marks of Fenrir was still on his body after the full moon.
He had learnt of his mistake, learnt not to cross the werewolf. Because the pain he had put through Marco was horrible. Rape, humiliation and forced into turning without his potion.