To be honest, he had completely forgotten about the letter that he had left at Eliza’s wedding. For a week or so after that day, he had spent hours just wondering about how he felt towards Eliza and nothing else but that was over a year and now he had only a faint memory of it. After those many hours wasted on thinking, he still had no conclusion. He didn’t know how he felt. One of the many reasons why he didn’t like emotions was because they couldn’t be figured out easily. This was probably why he didn’t date many girls while he was Hogwarts or even in his whole life. He was a bit afraid of commitment and he didn’t like getting his heart broken.

He and Eliza hadn’t talked since she had come to Honeydukes to invite him to her wedding personally. They hadn’t gotten the chance to talk at the wedding since he left with a flask of Jack Daniels in his pocket and an oddly broken heart. It had been weird to be there at the wedding since when they had once dated, he had thought they really could’ve lasted but it was his stupid choice that made that chance disappear. He knew that they probably would’ve broken up because another reason but they ever really a couple? The one thing that he knew would probably set him free from the stress of the thought was if Eliza told him herself why they wouldn’t have lasted. That would probably make him depressed for a couple of days and then he would get over it, like how he got over Ginny.

Shivering randomly, he glanced at his shop on the other side of the street. Michael had been so young when he agreed to buy the store and keep it in business. How foolish of him. All the shop had ever brought him was work. He had to admit he did get a quite amount of money for the candy he sold but that wasn’t everything. He had thought about taking a week or two to go around London just seeing what other jobs there were and if they would fit him but there was always something that kept him from doing that. Sometimes it was that some other employees were already on vacation and the shop would be understaffed if he left, but even when he could have left for a week, he never did. There was just something about the place that made him enjoy working there.

Maybe he just enjoyed watching the kids’ faces light up when they enter, maybe it was just because but no matter what the reason was, he just couldn’t leave the place for another job. Michael knew they could probably find another owner and they could do fine without him, but his feeling for the shop was something that you couldn’t describe in words no matter how hard you tried. As he thought, he turned his chair to face the bar and ordered Jack Daniels [JD for short]. It was the same beverage he was drinking when he ran away from the wedding. He still slightly felt like a coward for not staying but he didn’t think about it as much as before.

Paying for his bottle of alcohol, he a couple deep breaths and tried to clear his mind with the alcohol. He had heard all the reasons why you shouldn’t drink alcohol and could probably recite parts of them and make a speech of his own about it but he probably wouldn’t since it would just be a total waste of time. As he took a small drink of his Jack Daniels, he heard a voice, a female one to be more exact. He knew that he had met the person before but he just couldn’t remember who it was. Maybe this was the alcohol’s effect on him, memory loss and that would probably help him forget his fourth year at Hogwarts when he met Eliza.

Turning to see who had said his name, he was surprised to see Eliza. Now he really didn’t know how he felt. He wasn’t mad but he wasn’t exactly happy or excited to see her either. Since he didn’t want Eliza to see that he wasn’t exactly pleased to see her, he forced a smile and said "Hey Eliza," That’s all he said, no hug, nothing that he would’ve done in the past. He took a gulp of his Jack Daniels and tried not to be obvious about trying to get drunk enough that he couldn’t hear what she was saying. He really wasn’t a mean guy; he just wasn’t in the mood to talk to the one person who caused him lots of pain besides Ginny.

Yeah, he was still friends with Ginny and he didn’t ditch her wedding like he did at Eliza’s. He knew the reason why they didn’t last, she was in love with Harry and it was sort of obvious even to him. You might be wondering why he didn’t think the reason he and Eliza wouldn’t last was because she loved Blaise. Here’s the reason, Ginny was in love with Harry before he dated her but Eliza didn’t even talk to Blaise before they (Eliza and Michael) went on a date. If they had still been dating and then she had talked to Blaise and fell in love with him or something and dumped him (Michael), he would’ve been alright with that.

"Yeah it’s been a while," he said with a calm voice as they sat looking at each other. He wasn’t drunk yet but if he finished another bottle of JD, then he was be drunk enough to forget where he lived. Michael placed his bottle of alcohol on the wooden table-ish thing above the bar. He saw that she looked very excited to see him and by the look in her eyes, she was planning to ask him something. He wasn’t a mind reader or anything but he sensed it. "What do you want to ask me?" he asked with emotionless tone. She could’ve asked him about the letter but he really wouldn’t have cared anymore. He would just shrug and probably leave, he wouldn’t spill his guts and tell her that he wanted to know why that wouldn’t have lasted or any of that crap, he’d just leave before he did something he would regret.

At this moment there are 6,470,818,671 people in the world. Some are running scared. Some are coming home. Some tell lies to make it through the day. Others are just now facing the truth. Some are evil men at war with good, and some are good struggling with evil. Six billion people in the world. Six billion souls. And sometimes all you need is one. For Zeke Evans he was the one that you didn't need, he was the one that told you that you looked beautiful just to get you in bed and he was the one that would take out his wand and attack you just because you threw him a dirty look.

Zeke Evans was most definately a pureblood and was a well distinguished resident of the Slytherin Common Room within the confines of Hogwarts School of Witchcraft and Wizardy. He was reknowned for his evil little schemes throughout the whole wizarding school and was probably another Draco Malfoy in the making, yet he was still different from the had been DeathEater. You see, inside Zeke wishes for a family, for someone to care for him, to nurture him and show him the error of his ways, and above all else he wants someone to show him love and respect.

According to the bloodtraitors, Zeke is the child of a pair of deatheaters that recieved their just reward after having been killed eleven years ago for betrayal of trust and murder of at least seven muggles, two witches and one wizard, a trial was not needed, they were immediately sent straight to Azkaban prison where they spent not but a day before being put on death row and killed.

But it was too late, the young boy had been corrupted already and he was an evil little two year old with fists of fury and a fiery tongue. In the muggle orphanage Zeke was the terror, he was the one that would run about pulling the other children's hair, throwing things around the room when he couldn't get his own way and cause mayhem and destruction where ever he went. He was a nightmare and no-one wanted him.

By the age of eleven Zeke had been dubbed with the nickname of 'hell' and they all thought that it would be difficult to get him into a school, but I beg to differ. A week after he turned eleven a letter arrived at the orphanage for him, it was a letter from Hogwarts and everyone at the muggle orphanage were astounded, the next day a teacher from the school came to see him and collect him. Zeke tried to resist but the teacher was a formiddable opponent and he found himself compelled.

To Diagon Alley they went to collect his school robes, equiptment and potion ingredients. He recieved an owl as a treat and once he had his wand Zeke managed to set fire to the robes of a passing by wizard who seemed flustered and rather annoyed. With a smile Zeke carried on walking and the teacher was dumbfounded that the boy could be so evil. Although he could sense that deep down the boy didn't really want to behave like this, it was because of his parents and the way he had grown up.

Pretty soon three years had passed and Zeke, now a proud student of Slytherin, still does not see the error in his ways and haunts Gryffindors for the fun of it. Right now he was just rolling out of bed, stifling a yawn and looking around the dorm with a sneer etched on his skinny face. Once awake, he couldn't get back to sleep and so thus began his daily morning routine of washing and changing into his school robes since he was due in class within the next two hours or so.

Cleanliness is next to Godliness some say and according to Zeke this sentence was true on his part and he was now strutting down the Entrance Hall to the Great Hall for his morning breakfast that usually consisted of toast and two goblet fulls of fresh, ice cold orange juice. On his way down Zeke encountered a Gryffindor first year who threw him a look that he took to be one of sheer fright and quickly felt a sly grin cross his face as he watched the Gryffindor round a corner quickly.

Wasting no time in hesitation Zeke already had his wand out and was peering round the corner, thinking that maybe the best spell to use on the poor, unsuspecting Gryffindor would be. "Levicorpus." he whispered, his voice a little hoarse. With a wicked grin Zeke ran from the scene of the crime, stopping only when he reached the Great Hall so that he could regain his proper composure and play cool as though nothing had happened.

He opened the doors and was greeted by his usual friends who grinned and waved at him to go over and sit down with them, which he did quickly. At the table Zeke helped himself to toast and orange juice while chatting amongst his friends. One asked if anything was new and Zeke told them about what he did to the Gryffindor in a hushed tone and when he was done telling them they all burst into laughter and clapped him on the back. He continued grinning and went back to his toast when a teacher walked past them.

Eventually it was time for Potions. Zeke said goodbye to his friends and strutted down the hall as though he owned the place and made his way down the many stairs to the dungeons where his potions lesson would be held with the infamous Professor. Taking his regular seat at the back of class Zeke opened his bag and got out all the necessary equipment that was needed for the lesson. Then waited quietly.