Outwardly, he resembled every inch a gentleman, but Zavier knew that if Harry was here at this point, and staring into a certain location, then there was definitely something up. Zavier was determined to find out. Purposely making his voice louder and deeper than usual, Zavier announced his presence;
"Well, well, fancy meeting you here Harry."
Zavier made no attempt to mask his sarcasm. Neither did he make any attempt whatsoever to address him with the proper title of 'mister.' The two were way past that level now.
Harry cocked his head slowly in Zavier's direction as if to say that he wasn't shocked at all that Zavier was present. He smiled awkwardly.
"Mister Zavier, how is it that you managed to find me again? Surely you're not stalking me are you?"
