He shot Marshall a faintly awkward smile - he had forgotten, though it was always going to be in the back of his mind that his schoolmate was more than he appeared. It hadn't ever really been something he was meant to know, but it had all turned out for the best, hadn't it?

Sigh. More Muggle transport. He ducked into the taxi and slid down in the seat, letting his bag drop down between his feet. "You're going to have to give me a few pointers in this bloody shop, you know," he said, settling back. "I'd like to do this without ending up looking like a tourist."