 1,000,000 years later... Bathes in Maple Syrup | Dancing Lobster | Moy Pomidor | Seneca's Beard | That Is So Fetch!
He nearly jumped when the stranger finally spoke, not that he showed any signs of not expecting it as a Zabini was to always remain composed. The Jersey accent was something else, however. Already Dante was judging the man. Of course he would just stand in the middle of the alleyway like he owned it and acted as if he heard nothing out of the ordinary.
"There was a --" he started in reply, though quickly stopped when he noticed the man had his wand already brandished in his direction. He let go of the wand and displayed both of his hands in surrender. "Easy there. I'm not here to cause trouble. Just trying to get to the Gytrash."
Dante remained focused on the man until the goblin pushed his way between them. He took the opportunity to brush past the man, though hesitated slightly when the voice sounded again.
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