Marcus laughed at her street name idea.
"I like yours better," Marcus said. He flicked his wand and apparated them to Puddlemere to the corner of Bezoar Boulevard and Rusty Cauldron Lane. There was, actually, a boulevard of sorts down the center of Bezoar Boulevard, but now, it featured dead trees, knee high weeds, and a plethora of broken down furniture and some rubbish bins. "Lovely, isn't it?" Marcus said. Both sides of Bezoar had old brick row houses that had seen better days, likely, before Edward VII had even been born. He was guessing that the bricks were held, one on top of the other, by luck more than mortar now. But they were still here, nonetheless. And Rusty Cauldron didn't look a whole lot different. The biggest difference that Marcus saw was the Rusty Cauldron didn't have a boulevard.
"So, I think we go this way," Marcus pointed to his right, down Bezoar. "We're looking for number 11." He turned and headed down Bezoar and found that the odd houses were on his left and the evens were on his right. Number 11 was the sixth house on the left. There was a rusty bicycle sitting outside, leaned against the brick, and it had a flat tire. Marcus went up to the door and knocked. He heard a large dog's deep throated bark from inside, and he smelled stale cooking oil as he stood on the stoop. Why did all slum houses smell the same? As if the washing up hadn't been done in a month or four. It stunk.
A woman in dirty jeans and a mustard yellow knit sweater that was unraveling answered the door. She had the stump of a lit cigarette in her mouth.
"Yeah, whatcha want?" she asked.
"We're here to see Hugo," he said.
"Don't know anybody by that name," she said.
"Well, that's too bad. See, I bought some of those knicked potions from him, and I still owe him six galleons and 2 knuts," Marcus said, reaching in his pocket and fetching out seven galleons. She went to snatch them out of his hand, and he closed his fist. "Oh, no, not for you. You said you never heard of him...."
"Hugo, get your stinking arse down here this minute," she turned and shouted up the stairs. "Bloke's got your money, he does." Hugo ran down the stairs, but when he got to the door and saw Marcus, he was going to turn and dash off in the other direction. Marcus, though, snatched him by the collar and dragged him outside and backed him up against the wall. "While we have a little chat with Hugo, do try to make sure that Mummy Dearest doesn't dash away, would you?" he looked at Aria.