No. Her gaze locked on him as he entered the shop and her stomach did an uncomfortable turn as he approached, looking for all the world that he owned this very establishment. Merlin, from the way the Malfoy's threw around their money he might as well have done that. Rowan's jaw clenched as she felt the heat rise in her cheeks, and she immediately whirled back to face the counter as she ground out, "It's also quite an accurate word, I would say."

Clearly, he had come in for something - an appointment, given how suddenly the shop owner's lackey's spines seemed to straighten immediately as he walked through the door. Rowan would certainly not be staying to join him lest something magical happen to the street outside and they find themselves knee-deep in water again. And she certainly did not care for how she'd almost sighed with relief as she'd seen him step into the shop. For all the anger she held toward the three men in front of her, she was gripping her wand so tightly in her pocket she was surprised her pocket hadn't burst into flames yet.

She thought he would have stood behind her to wait his turn in line, but of course, he came straight up to the counter, leaned against it, and peered down at her. She broke her glare at the shop owner to meet his gaze, surprised to find an inquisitive one staring back at her. Her own defiant look faltered, and she looked from Malfoy to the shop owner. What? she wanted to snap at him; having four people stare at her expectantly wasn't doing much for her nerves which were wound as tightly as clock gears. Instead, she took a breath and addressed the man in front of her behind the counter. "Are you going to give me my earring, or will you continue to be insufferable liars?"

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