A scorify later Marcus stood watching her read from the doorway. The years had been good to her. At fifteen entering Yule Ball, she had been beautiful. Now, she was breathtaking. Suddenly he didn't want to introduce her to Montague or Pucey. Both pretty boys were closer to her age and suave. "Can I help you with something, or did you come to gawk, Mr. Flint?" she asked without looking up.