Fists clenched, Sirius paced the brilliantly tiled hallway of Isha's house in Green Square, his breathing low and shallow. He was trying to understand it all but, the more he tried, the more complicated he found that things were getting.

Isha – What did she want from him? Shopping, sundaes, chocolates, sunglasses - or, rather, those ladybug shades; he was getting tired of it all and, somewhere at the back of his mind, he was also beginning to register that the girl did her best to keep Pascal out of his mind. He had almost started to believe that she loved him herself, only to realize she didn't; she couldn't - She was too deceptively warm for that.

He heaved a sigh, clearly miserable.

Well, he had decided: Isha was not going to ruin his life anymore. The born rebel in him rose like a lion, a memoir of what had caused him to be sorted into Gryffindor, and he felt as if someone had just set his brain on fire.

He would find Pascal, if it was the last thing he did. And if he didn't? Well, he could always return, go back home. Uncle Alfred might shout a little in the beginning, but Sirius expected him to understand.

– This was his life, and no one else was going to run it for him.

“Sirius,” Isha’s voivce was unusually tired as she made her way into the house, arms unsurprisingly laden. She could not help it: shopping was her obsession.

She threw aside the huge, tagged bags as no response came, peeking into one room after the other. “Sirius,” she called again, but he was clearly not there.

Shrugging, she sat down at the table, her head resting gently on her shoulders. She had no idea when her eyes closed, and no idea when she fell asleep. All she knew was that when she woke up, the sun was setting.

Oh my God, I’ve slept all day.

Gasping, Isha scrambled to her feet, glancing frantically at her wristwatch. It was well past seven, and she could feel a sinking sensation in the pit of her stomach. Sirius was probably back, and she wondered why he had not woken her up.

She half-ran to his room in all of her haste, only to find the door standing wide ajar as it had been hours ago, when she had first arrived in the morning, and no one inside. The sheets were as messy as they had been, and all appeared untouched.

He wasn’t back.

Where was he?

Trick ish nice. ^^

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*pats Pascal* Don't worry it's only an evil witch.

LOL! That sounded so funny . . . only an evil witch.

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To Sirius: You are an idiot who i would currently like to slap in the face right now. Get your act together!

Sirius: You impress me. Not.

XD

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Originally Posted by Jay Congrats on page 8!

Thanks, hun.

*maniacal laugh*

HAH! *points at Isha* See? You DON'T have him under your thumb! He's going for his ONE TRUE LOVE [/point and laugh]

Anyway I loved the posts, m'dear. They're fabulous *slips you some bread. Dinner rolls to be exact*

Love
.:Adrienne:.

Okay Trick it is!


Okay. I didn't really meaan it to be funny but okay.

No he doesn't.

Until now. Because he finally did something. Go Sirius!

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Anyway I loved the posts, m'dear. They're fabulous *slips you some bread. Dinner rolls to be exact*

Thank you. *munches on ze rolls* They're awesome. =D

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Originally Posted by TrickLuff Okay. I didn't really meaan it to be funny but okay.

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Go Sirius!

Pascal agrees. XD

BLASTED Man! *sSirius*
He's forgetting about Pascal again!
Theres something far too wrong with Isha.
Shes like.. brainwashing him and sucking the life out!

*does the Sirius dance* Yeah Isha. Take that! Sirius won't be your lapdog anymore!

It was raining, now, and gentle droplets fell into his eyes, trickling softly down his broad shoulders, and across his clothes. Muggles filled the streets, and Sirius was actually enjoying his stroll, far away from Green Square, and far away from Isha. It was a pleasant change.

– Everything was beautiful, and nothing deceptively.

The men and women in his surroundings were dark-skinned, something he had not come across much in Paris, before; but the blue eyes reigned, and Sirius was suddenly reminded of Isha’s large, green ones, so different from the usual colour.

He frowned: blue seemed better.

A little boy laughed as he ran past him, and a young, college-going girl looked his way before nudging her friend. Both giggled, and then went their way.

A row of cafés stood at the end of the lane, tall, brown buildings that looked warm and inviting, especially in the cool weather. The rain fell a little harder, but Sirius did not go in: cafés were beginning to freak him out now, his first experience not being one very worth remembering – He had met Isha, then.

The darkness was lovely, and it seemed to soothe him, sometimes humming, something murmuring. A light breeze blew, sweeping strands of dark hair into his handsome eyes. Standing by the side of the road, he waved back at a group of little children who waved at him.

Then there was a flash of blonde and, suddenly, he was running, running like mad, running as fast as his legs could carry him.

“Madam Marshal?”

Isha nodded curtly at the house-elf who had recognized her, before sweeping into the huge mansion without invitation. The house-elf made no effort to stop her: Isha was well-known around there – not to mention she scared him.

A lot.

She knew her way about the place, and it took her little effort to find the living room. A young man sat within, smoking. Puffs of thick, sable smoke contaminated the air around him, and the ashtray next to him overflowed with blunt cigarette ends and their burnt leftovers.

“Ah, Isha. What a pleasant surprise.”

He stood up, carelessly, negligently. Brown hair fell into his eyes, his broad shoulders squared. "Fancy seeing you here. Again." The sarcasm was cuttingly light, and Isha took it badly enough.

"I've come here for business, Devon!" she snapped, eyes ablaze.

Devon smiled, scornfully. "Sure. What do you want this time?" He breathed out smoke.

"Stop that. You know I hate smokers."

Devon removed the cigarette from his mouth, throwing it into the ashtray. It landed on top of the blackened heap, burning red-hot for a few more seconds before seeming to die out. "Now, what could Mrs. Devon want?"

"I'M NOT YOUR WIFE."

"You were going to be, Isha, dear."

"Until I found out you were double-crossing me," Isha spat.

"I thought I'd give you a taste of your own medicine, my dear. You did ditch Shawn because he turned out to be muggle-born."

"He had dirty blood in his veins," Isha's voice was low.

"We all have dirty blood in our veins, love," Devon said quietly. "You, me, all of us."

"Are you going to listen to me or not?"

"I haven't done anything to stop you."

"And you aren't going to ask me to sit?"

Devon looked at her, the tip of his tongue moistening his thin mouth. "I'm afraid not, Miss Marshal."

Ignoring her furious gaze, Devon took up another cigarette. Isha's hand hit the ashtray in her anger. It toppled to the floor, blackening the carpet as its contents flew everywhere, but Devon did not say anything. There was a moment's complete silence, and then Isha had sat down herself, without any sort of request to do so.

"Your brother works in the Muggle Information office," she spat at Devon.

"Is that a question, Isha? Because, if it is, you already know the answer. Deedal!"

The house-elf who had met her at the door scurried into the room, looking flustered. For some reason, he always looked flustered when Isha was around. And Isha? Oh, she hated him almost as much as seemed to hate Devon, and everything associated with him.

"Master called?" he squeaked, his voice unusually high and flustered.

"Get Miss Marshal something to drink."

"I'm not going to take one sip in your foul house," Isha said furiously, only to be pointedly ignored by Devon. Instead, he nodded at Deedal. The house-elf left, more flustered than he had been when he had entered.

"Now, where were we again, Isha?"

"Talking about your fool of a brother."

"Ah, yes. What could you possibly want out of dear Styllan now?"

"He would have a record of all the muggles around this part, wouldn't he?"

"I should think so."

Deedal came in again, and Isha closed her mouth, keeping back what she had been about to say for the moment. There was the chink of glass meeting glass as the house-elf placed a tray on the central table, and a wave of burgundy rose within the goblets it carried. Then he had left, scurring back outside. Isha did not touch her goblet; Devon, on the other hand, picked one up, taking a casual sip.

"I don't see why you shouldn't help yourself, Isha," he said luxuriously.

"I need the file on a girl called Pascal. Blonde, blue eyes, last name unknown," she snapped in response.

"Why?" Devon had his back to her.

"That is not your business!"

He turned around to face her, goblet raised high, and his eyes came to a rest on her own. When he spoke, he sounded dangerous. Very casually dangerous.

"Because a certain Sirius Black loves her, you mean?"

Sirius: I am not. *pouts*

XD

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Theres something far too wrong with Isha.

=D

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Originally Posted by iBritLubh Luffly posting Maxie ♥

Thanks, hunny.

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Originally Posted by Trick *does the Sirius dance* Yeah Isha. Take that! Sirius won't be your lapdog anymore!

Tee hee. Isha has other things on her mind now, though. ;]

-thinks Isha might be mah Part-Sirius' creepiest character yet-



But that just makes reading about it much more enjoyable, hehe.

This quote just makes me jealous. XD

*loves the choice of words*

Devon's not gonna hurt him, is he?

-protects Sirius-


Andddddd I request more. MORE! Such a great, awesome storyline <3333


PS: I miss talking to mah part-Sirius </3

You know, Devon really reminds me of Captain Jack Sparrow. *sigh* *mumbles...love him...loooooove him...*

LOL ^^^ "BLASTED MAN!"

That was nice.

Loved the posties!
.:Adrienne:.

She had better not hurt Pascal! Or anybody else. Or use love potion.

- holds up a 'Creepier to Come' sign.

XD

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*loves the choice of words*

*loves her twin*

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Devon's not gonna hurt him, is he? -protects Sirius-

Devon's so one of my favourite self-created charries.

I don't think so. =p

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Andddddd I request more. MORE! Such a great, awesome storyline <3333

*blushes* Thanks, sis. Wuv you. <33333

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PS: I miss talking to mah part-Sirius </3

*pokesyou* You aren't around anymore at all either! *shnuggles*

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Originally Posted by Adrienne You know, Devon really reminds me of Captain Jack Sparrow.

Nice parallel. =D

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Loved the posties!

Thanks, hunny. <333

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Originally Posted by Trick She had better not hurt Pascal! Or anybody else. Or use love potion.

What if she does?