Markov was walking along the street. He had been searching for Shaylah but, apparently, the hogwarts students weren't allowed out at any time and couldn't go to Obsidian when they were. He'd have to meet her at Brightstone when she was allowed. Instead, he decided to walk along the harbour, as he did he noticed a blonde girl. Just the type he liked, well, he liked for fun, not seriousness.
Markov was, what most people called, a player. Markov approached the girl and sat beside her. "Why so sighey?" He laughed at the made up words and waited for an answer, hopefully she would be open to his flirtations.