Chapter 1

"Remind me again who she is?" Something just didn't feel right… I just couldn't place my damn fingers on it. I hated feeling like this. Didn't like not knowing. It wasn't like Izzie to tell me nothing useful, which was very strange.

"Gees, Lils," she said annoyed. "For someone as smart as you, I mean, come on, you have got to be like what? At least top five in all of your classes so I cannot believe you do not know who she is. She is an artist and a photographer! Wait, what do you call it? I think there's a name for that word but I cannot remember" Typical Izzie... But what can I do, I still love her. She pulled her puzzled and confused face. While her eyes rolled over to the corner. It was a hell of a face and I... well I highly doubt anyone couldn't help but laugh.

"Really Izzie," I laughed. "Drop the act… If you want Sirius so badly then wait two more week and then you've got him all to yourself, in the mean time stop playing dumb! It's annoying. Plus, I don't even think you need too act, you could probably ask… well asked very nicely and you could get some…"I knew this would annoy her. You see she was betrothed to Sirius already, keeping the blood lines close or whatever it was. And somehow, the two of them have come to some sort of arrangement to sleep with everyone else before they get married, which according to Izzie was too soon. But then I suppose she was going through her down part of her relationship with Sirius when she told me.

"Shut up, bitch!" she laughed. "And you're the one talking, I can still remember that very night, at that party, ring any bells?" That I did not expect but then again, Izzie was unpredictable. I guess that was the French in her. Nevertheless, it wasn't even what we were talking about nor did I have any intention or desire to visit memory lane.

"An artist" I said suddenly to shut her up, it was also the first thing that came to my mind, I have a tendency of doing that; answer an unanswered question from the past or something we aren't discussing right now. It's also very useful with Izzie at times. Shame it doesn't always work though.

She gave me that weird look, and I cannot, for the life of me remember what the word was, but it was like she was confused, in a way that I was not insane but crazy with a pinch of retardiness. It wasn't an unusual face for her, in fact, I am pretty sure she uses it quite often. At least 4 or 5 times a day.

"You asked me, what you would call Jane and the answer is she's an artist, a photograph is still a form of art so she is an artist." I answered as though I was talking to a bimbo and sometimes- more often than not, she would even prove me right.

Her entire face lit up like the way a stupid high school girl's face does when her stupid jock crush just walked by and said hi.

"So, if she is an Artist what am I doing here?" I hated her stupid grin, it was so bloody annoying, it was like I was missing something, something important. And she knew I hated it. The feeling of being kept out of the loop is definitely one way to put it. Trust me, with Izzie being so close with the Marauders, it helps a great deal to be in the loop. Though I love her with all my heart. I just have to put up with her downs, which tends to be more often than I would like.

"You are going to be one of her models with her son" She said a little too quickly but I let that one slip hoping I wont regret it in the future. That grin of her's was still getting on my nerves. I just felt like punching her but still I am so very nice I won't.

"How do you know her again? And I m really sorry about asking all these questions it's just something feels weird about it" I assumed the face I was making was funny because she was laughing. Very hard and probably at me.

"Some day I know you are going to thank me for this," something was definitely not right. "And she is my great aunt or I m. I m not really sure, and trust me if you seen my family tree you wouldn't be either, I know you're like a genius and everything but it is so confusing I highly doubt most people in the family knows how they are even related to each other. Anyways, being filthy rich as she is, she has nothing to do at home so she draws or paints, depends on her mood. You know she has some paintings of her son when he was a baby of something like that in muggle museums, I know they aren't Picasso type of famous but you will like them, I m sure of it." If Izzie wasn't monologue as usual, I would have interrupted but I knew better than to spark her anger a light. And he is so cute, and her paintings are so real that they look like photographs. Magnifique!" Izzie being half French and all tends to speak with an annoying accent but I get use to it. Though when she is stressed, angry or extremely happy her accent tends to get a whole lot thicker. Today, she was seven cutting it short for me. I guess that was a good thing. Yay me I suppose but still something wasn't right. Her talks would normally last forever and some of it makes no sense at all until the very end. And unless you listen to the whole thing it still would not make any sense.

"Anyways we were at some stupid huge family meeting. Oh, trust me, when I said huge I mean huge, everyone that's pure blood from our school was there and believe it or not, Reinette said it was a small gathering. Anyways, Jane was already a bit famous by then in both the muggle and our world but she was lacking inspiration." Bloody French accent. "She says that when she saw Alice and me, it gave her an idea, one of the best in fact." She sounded so proud and happy that I couldn't help but smile along with her nor would I dare even dream of breaking that little bubble of hers. "Reinette got a bit pissed" I took it that Izzie was toning it down for me. I though I would have liked to know whether she throw a fit or a vase or something breakable that caused some one's blood. "About Alice being an inspiration for Jane but there was nothing she could do 'cause she wanted Marie in her place." Marie... Merlin, there was so much to say about that little girl. None of which, was very nice or even remotely close to nice. Well she was very pretty like Izzie though everyone would say Izzie was much prettier... By a long shot too. "She asked us if we were interested in modeling for her and said she would pay us and give us credit for the work as well. Of course we said yes and till this day we still work for her. And she's the coolest and she's amazing beautiful and hot. She's like a goddess or something…" She has described Jane so many times and trust me, it was always the same thing over and over. This time, when she was repeating something, easily became my personal time to think. Other times I would have to listen to her or she would throw a fit. A loud one too. Did I mention it was sometimes in French too!

Of course, Izzie would be an inspiration for Jane, just look at her, with that strawberry blond hair and the prefect face and the most amazing blue eyes I've ever seen in my life, even better then my mother's and that is saying a lot. As if she doesn't have it easy already, with a face like that and born to the Scofield's, she even has nice curves, it's not huge that it looks fake, nice as in it looks prefect. Did I also mention she was skinny, not like anorexic skinny but normal skinny? She looked like she spent years designing that body instead of it being god given. But of course and thank Merlin, she wasn't prefect. She is a tad bit thick but only a tad and she gives away too much detail when she talks but I guess that comes in handy when you have to write a seven foot essay about anything. She has a very short temper as well.

I mean at times I wished I were remotely close to looking like her. She relates to everyone and can talk to them while I awkwardly struggle to just keep the conversation going. And then class stats and I am grateful for being me again. I mean I wished I were a blonde or a brunette instead of a red head. I could always dye it but then I would have to keep dying it and it would just become annoying like shaving. Trust me, finding colors that work with my hair and skin is literally hell. I can spend hours shopping and not buying anything. Anyways enough about me...

As I've been her friend for years I've learnt how to master the 'I m listening to very word you are saying' look and nod. Of course I m not that rude that I don't listen. Well, listening to her is like scanning through incredibly pointless books that one has to for homework (not that what she is saying is pointless I m just using it as an example since that is the first thing I can think of). One just has to pay attention to the important parts and everything else I hear but just not as… Carefully. That's one way to put it I suppose

"Where the fuck are we?" I could feel my limps going numb.

In front of us stood the most amazing and breathtaking manor I have ever seen. It was a creamy sort of colour but leaned towards white rather than yellow except for the roof. It had a very homey charm to it and I could tell it was old though freshly refurbished. The manor was surrounded by the biggest and most beautifully done garden ever. It even had a gazebo and until now I had always thought that Izzie was lying when she told me that this place had a waterfall as well. Filthy rich!

I looked up to see that she was not as thick as I stated she was. She was giving me the 'why are you bothered to ask if you know the answer' look and sighed.

"BITCH" I wanted to shout and scream at her but my throat was all dry. Hit and hurt her too if I wasn't so numb.

"Come on Hon, and I swear this time its got nothing to do with him!" she smiled then dragged me towards the house, I would have fought back but I was feeling a bit weak from shock which made it much easier to drag.

"Liar" I said, or tried to. I hate her so much right now

Before she ringed the doorbell, the door opened and there she stood. It was like looking at the most beautiful creature I've ever seen. Izzie wasn't kidding about Jane. Now I hate my parents (no I don't, I love them but I m making a point here), I didn't have the good genes Izzie had. Jane had beautiful chestnut brown hair naturally streaked and wavy, some what like mine. She was tall too, 5"8 like Izzie, with big hazel eyes that stood out. There were exactly the same as Rosie's but only the colour resembled her brother's eyes.

Jane welcomed us in and hugged Izzie like she was her own daughter. Jane was Izzie's second mother and first if she had any say in it. And from what I gather from Sirius' family, it wasn't surprising that she would be Sirius' first choice too.

She looked at me for a long time like a teacher marking someone's paper. Or a critic and I was the artwork or something. It was sort of nerve-wracking and made me feel more self conscience and that was saying a lot.

"Flawless face," she that in a tone that was like checking off points which one had to include in one's paper. 'Amazing green eyes, thick red hair, 5"5, ah you must be Lillian Maria Evans" she finally said and kissed my cheek. Her skin was like a babies and she says I have a flawless face.

Then I realized, and looked at Izzie who knew what the hell was going through my jumbled up mind, shock her head.

"My son told me about you," as if she read my mind but smiled a genuine smile, one that made anyone feel right at home and calm as if everything was going to be alright. "Izzie, here just said she has a friend that would look fantastic with him" I glared at her, hopefully Jane wasn't watching but right now I was too pissed off to care that much anyways. Didn't have anything to do with him... As if! That Bloody whore! "And she's right you would look incredibly and unbelievably amazing with him"

Of course he did, I seriously cannot wait until this day is over... that bloody, fucking bastard but all I did was smile.