He tilted his chin back as he righted himself and took a moment to inhale deeply and calm himself, though the urge to hex this man was quite present. It smelled of old shoes.. or perhaps that was the old witch that shuffled briefly between them and down another stack. He tilted his head with an owlish snap, lips pursed for a moment.
He recognized this... wizard. Not as a pureblood or a death eater, but as someone else. Astrophel narrowed those impossibly dark eyes and arched an eyebrow.