Marcus was in a much better mood than the last time he had graced the Leaky Cauldron. It also was further away from the full moon, so he felt in control and alive, not wired like before or tired like the days following.
He sat at the bar and ordered a corned beef sandwich and a chocolate milk. Marcus never really drank. He spotted Lavender but quickly looked at the bar in front of him. Pretty girls always assumed he was staring, even when he just spaced out.