OOC - LOL A cot in British language is a baby manger sort of thing lol oh the imagery in my head.


"Whose faith?" she asked quizically, getting bits of cloth in her mouth as she asked, as Sirius manically cleaned her face. "I'm Marcella...not Faith.." she said, trying her best to speak with mouth forced shut. She wasn't sure whether she liked this or not. Sure he wa shelping her, bordering on kind for once but the way he held her, took control over her, spoke to her like she was someone else. It was more than disturbing, it was downright creepy.

Glad to hear the voice of someone else, Marcella took the cloth from Sirius' hand fiercely and shouted up, "I'm fine. We're both fine. You get back to making dinner Mr Muggle Home-maker."

Looking at Sirius as if she'd kill him if he said any words to the opposite of what he said, she took the clean damp cloth and threw it to the floor, a look of utter indignation on her face. She hissed, "I'm no child! I don't need taking care of! When I say I can take care of myself I mean it!"

Just as she finished hissing Tonks came down. Annoyed she shook her head dismissively and said, "We're fine!" with gritted teeth, perhaps a bit moodier than was necessary.

Almost at her wits end, she scowled, shook her head and muttered, so that only Black could hear, "What is wrong with you people."