It was Pascal, and Sirius knew it. She stood by herself, at quite a distant, at the very corner of a road bustling with life and activity. Colour gave way to colour; red, orange, green: Strangers in richly dressed clothes mingled with the bright surroundings, but the blonde of her hair had given her away.

She was turning now, ready to leave, ready to cross the road. He was too far.

“Pascal!” he shouted.

She did not turn. She was wearing a silk gown today, and he knew she must be freezing inside it, even if it brought out the slenderness of her frame, the brightness of her hair. She took one step forward, and he ran faster, almost collapsing into her as he failed to slow down.

“Pascal, please, listen,” he was panting now.

It was then that she turned to face him.

Devon had always been dangerous; Isha knew that. She had never met a man with more contacts, both in the muggle world and the world that was her own, the Wizarding one. But how he could possibly have known about Sirius, she had no idea. Her heart had skipped a beat at his question, and now she stood there, numb with disbelief and unwilling to admit that he had caught her by surprise.

“Did a touch a nerve?” his voice was careless as always.

“What do you want, De –?” she stopped short. She never spoke his name; it was her way of showing him her contempt for him.

Devon laughed. “I have everything anyone could ever want, Isha,” he told her. “Money, fame, people looking up to me, admiring me, respecting me – obeying me.” It was his turn to do the talking now, and she knew she would have to listen – She was caught, and there was no arguing about it.

He took another sip of his drink. “You think I’m ever going to let you live in peace? I don’t think so. I thought you’d have learnt your lesson, when we broke up, but you apparently haven’t. Someone should tell Sirius Black that.”

Fury rose in her like a serpent, fiery and ready to set everything within sight on fire, and she was on her feet. “You wouldn’t dare –”

“Why not, Isha?” he sounded bored. “I have nothing to fear, and nothing to lose. If anyone does, it’s you. Take a seat.”

She did.

“So you want to know about Pascal, do you? Last name unknown, huh?” he was repeating her own words, flinging them in her face like a whip. “It’s Pascal Beyoncé, her full name.”

Isha flinched.

“Blonde, blue eyes? You’ve never seen her, so I believe Sirius must have told you that little bit of information. Did you know she’s lame?”

“What?”

Isha’s mouth had fallen open.

Woohoo! First to post! Now comments:

I like this Devon person. He's sneaky!

Yes Isha be afraid, be very afraid!

Who is she? Did he get the right person?


I shall be very angry and perhaps boycott the fic!

WHO in the world is THAT and how in the world did he know THAT

And.. What is that god awful woman up to!?

.. *Waits* Is it .. her??

*gives you candy* =D

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I like this Devon person. He's sneaky!

Aha! Another person who shares my obsessions fondness for Devon.

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Who is she? Did he get the right person?

How can I possibly know? XD

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I shall be very angry and perhaps boycott the fic!

- gaspeth - No! *eyes you* Dare you do that, I shall hand you over to Isha. [insert evil laughter here]. =p

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Originally Posted by GraceLuff WHO in the world is THAT and how in the world did he know THAT

I wonder the same. - shifty -

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.. *Waits* Is it .. her??

Her, who?

OOOOOOOOOOOH!

So excited to see what Devon's going to do...he's kind of...ma;lleh;blkase;eih, if you know what I mean...

Loved it!
.:Adrienne:.

*gives you bread*

Woohoo candy! *eats*

He's really funny and mafia-like. It's cool.

Uh because you're the author, duh! *shakes head*


*looks alarmed* You wouldn't! Well, then maybe I won't boycott the fic. But I will continue to be very angry.

Okay I'm officially the worse reader EVER!
I'm sorry I haven't been around for ages Maxie luff! *tackleglomp'syoulikewhoa*
but I just read everything that I've missed and it's fantastic! It really is so cool! I love the idea of Devon and the way he has control of that horrible Isha! *eyes her*
This FF is definetly like your other FF's in........ no way!
It's originality makes is superb!
PAMS Maxie luff!

-Emma

Devon nodded, clearly enjoying the astonishment on Isha's face. “Sirius Black is, at least, not selfish like you are,” he said, without much emotion. “The poor, muggle girl. I wish him luck in his quest to – ah, find her.”

“You aren’t going to tell him what I’m trying do,” Isha’s voice was shaking now; she tried to sound firm, but it was not to be. She had gotten to her feet again, and taken a step towards him. “You won’t ruin this for me. Don’t you dare – don’t you dare tell him about Pascal.”

Devon laughed. “Is that an order?”

“I’m asking you!” She did not say ‘requesting.’ She would never stoop that low.

“What for?”

“For –” her voice was suddenly quiet. “– For old time’s sakes.”

He lowered his goblet. “Fine, Isha. We have a deal. But I do pity that poor, Hemisphere girl a lot.”

“She lives in Hemisphere?” Isha’s breathing was low. She knew where Hemisphere was; it was the beautiful village in the south, the one with the huge houses and lovely roads.

Devon smiled. “I’m sure you’re relishing that bit of information right now.”

Isha flushed. “I –”

“Don’t deny it.”

She sank into a sofa, shaken.

“How do you know? How do you know everything?”

“I keep tabs on people I know, love.”

“Why can’t you leave me alone? You’re ruining my life. Let me live in peace.”

“You’ve ruined your own life, Isha," Devon's voice was firm. "Someone gets ditched because they’re impure, someone else because they’ve lost their money. I had to dump you, I needed to dump you. I thought you'd learn a lesson – You would have broken up with me, had I not done the same to you if, and the chance was, is and will always be there, I had ended up losing all my money, too.”

Isha stood up, suddenly realizing that she had let him get the better of her, as always. Setting her face, she stared at him, proud and insolent as she usually was, as if she had not just miserably lost her composure.

“You don’t know how much I hate you.” Her words were fiery, fierce. “But knowing where the stupid muggle lives will be a great help.” She smirked, turning and leaving before anything else could happen.

His words as she left still caught her, though.

“Don’t be so sure, Isha.”

They were brown eyes.

Not blue.

“Is there a problem?” The girl asked haughtily. She wore a light shawl across the front of her gown, and its colour blended so perfectly with that of her gown that it was impossible to tell them apart. He noticed her hands, perfectly manicured; grey lips.

She smoked.

And she wasn’t Pascal.

“Sorry, I thought you were someone else.” He stepped into the light, and saw that she was not alone, as he had initially thought: a whole gang of men stood nearby, throwing her admiring glances. Some showed signs of being drunk, others looked more sober. The lamp threw his groomed features into sharp relief, the dark hair and the eyes, and he saw her hard expression soften as she realized he hadn’t done this on purpose to irritate her.

“It’s okay, I suppose,” she said, giving him a short nod of her head. She looked away and, next second, she had begun to cross the road again.


Back in the shadows, Sirius let his frame slump against the nearest wall.

“I’m sorry, Pascal,” he whispered into the darkness. “I’m so sorry.”

*blink* Erm, no. I have no idea what that means.

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Loved it!

Yay! LOL. Glad to know that, hunny. <3

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*gives you bread*

- munches -

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Originally Posted by Trick Woohoo candy! *eats*

More, maybe? =p

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He's really funny and mafia-like. It's cool.

I love you. Period. XD

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Uh because you're the author, duh! *shakes head*

I am? Really? Wow!

Tee hee.

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*looks alarmed* You wouldn't! Well, then maybe I won't boycott the fic. But I will continue to be very angry.

But I'll give you candy if you're nice! =D

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Originally Posted by Ancient Luff Okay I'm officially the worse reader EVER!

No, you're not! And you can't be officially anything here unless I accept. So yes, you're NOT the worst reader. You're my Ancient Luff.

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I'm sorry I haven't been around for ages Maxie luff! *tackleglomp'syoulikewhoa*

It's OKAYOKAYOKAYOKAY. =D *glompsbacklykanythingforever*

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but I just read everything that I've missed and it's fantastic! It really is so cool! I love the idea of Devon and the way he has control of that horrible Isha! *eyes her*

Thanks, and it's great to know you enjoyed reading, bebeh. <3333

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This FF is definetly like your other FF's in........ no way!

You still make me laugh the most'est. XP *luffs*

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It's originality makes is superb!

You're too sweet. - blush -

So did we Sirius, so did we

-pokes the Maxie-

<33

Aww, now who wouldn't forgive him?

It's getting more anxiety-inducing by the post, part-Sirius. Don't keep us hanging too much

*wuvs on this ficcie*

NOOOOOOOOOOOO!

I so wanted it to be Pascal, and everything would turn out okay!!!!

*scowl*

No fair.

LOL, don't worry...I wasn't quite sure either

Love love love it!
.:Adrienne:.

and there I was, hoping it was her....even though, I thought it was wierd that she was walking down the street, when Pascal is lame...bah.

first order of business:

********************NEW READER********************


Hi! I messaged you about your story Ecstasy earlier!

As promised, I said I would check out the rest of your things, so here I am!

I love this, it's so rich in detail, so amazing. Alot of writers on here have lots of problems with grammar, punctuation, etc. But not you. Which is why I love yor writing!!!

I noticed that you like to know peoples names. well, you can call me

Helene or Elle or Lene

whichever you prefer. I will answer to any of them myself.


SIRIUS + PASCAL 4EVERRRRR

No, I'll get a sugar rush Yes please!

Well, I do try.

Yes. *nods sneakily while stroking imaginary beard*

You promise? *eyes you*

You better be!


Okay! Devon is now officially the love of my life!

Awh. Thats just sad....
I didn't think it was her, wished it was. But I know Maxieluff too well! Teasing

Love it Maxie, its brilliant. Get rid of that Isha girl thought.. XD What? Shes completely evil!

“Where were you?”

Isha’s voice was snappish, and her mood seemed even worse. She was in a messy state, though Sirius could tell she had attempted to fix her curls up a bit. Some were over-curled, others limp and dangling down her waist.

It was well past ten, and he was too tired to fight. “Outside,” he said with a shrug. “It was raining.”

“I know.”

“No need to snap like that.”

She stared insolently at him for a second, and then she shrugged, all of a sudden. “Sorry,” she sounded exhausted and genuinely apologetic. It cheered him up a little.

“Want to go out somewhere?”

If Isha was surprised, she did not show it. He did show his surprise, though, and it was at her response.

“Sorry, Siri, not tonight. I’m too tired.”

She picked up her handbag from the table, and ran a hand through her half-curly, half-straight hair, damp from the rain and moisture. “See you tomorrow. I suppose.”

Sirius watched her as she left without even looking back, her graceful figure framed in the doorway for a moment before she disappeared outside.

“See you,” he said quietly.