Justin didn't sleep anymore, not since Anjali had gone back to Hogwarts. Their last night together before she'd left had been almost too perfect. Almost too magical. The ache in his soul hadn't left since. Even his small victories in the line of work he was involved in with Lamont weren't enough to make him feel any the better. That he was making enough money to pay the obscene rent for the hole he lived in and enough money to fill his stomach wasn't anything to bring him up either.

He wanted Anjali. He wanted her to come back. To stay with him forever.

It was in the midst of these thoughts that the jean-clad, bare-chested Justin heard a knock on the door. His heart leapt in his chest even though he knew it wouldn't be Anjali.

It was hard to give up a hope.

Yanking the door open, he saw the last person he'd ever wanted to see again, her name coming from him in a hiss of hate.

"Deveruex. What the fuck are you doing here?"