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It had been -- what? -- around thirteen years since Malik Zaman had last stepped foot in this alley. But he couldn't say that much had changed, besides the street not being nearly as chaotic as it was when the '98 World Cup was being hosted in England. Even he, though now sporting some flecks of grey in his hair and baggy eyes, hadn't changed much. He was still very much the same man with the same goal.
At the present moment, the Egyptian was minding his own business as he peered into shop windows, scouting things out and making a mental list of places to stop at during a more discreet time in the day. If anyone bothered speaking to him, he was more than prepared to play the clueless traveller card.
He quietly grunted as he turned away from Quality Quidditch Supplies and took a moment to look down the street. That rodent-like companion of his had better be making itself useful at the vendors and earning its keep.
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