Mark was waiting patiently at the end of the alley where the portkey dropped off, glancing in when he heard the commotion of Alma dropping in. Approaching her casually, Mark gave a smile and a small wave.
"Alma, I presume?" The hand that was waving extended, with a rose suddenly appearing in it; one of the benefits of having a stage magician as an 'uncle'.
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