A/N: Okay, seriously just got bored and typed this up while trying to find inspiration for my When a Stranger Interferes fic. Hope y'all enjoy!

Catwalk Spell

Chapter One

Harry was gnawing on a pen lid as he sketched his design idea, turning his head every few seconds to squint at Luna as she painted a picture of a unicorn. His eyes had trailed the Creature's spiral horn, and inspiration had struck, as it was want to do whenever his sister painted. They'd been working at Brent Fashions for about a year now, and the other designers and models had learned to just leave them to what they did.

Results were results, after all, and the Orion Twins never failed to produce works of art-both in clothes and in paint.

Harry finished the last bit of his sketch, and sat back to stare at it consideringly, before turning and staring at his sister again.

"Luna, love," he said quietly. "I need colors for my latest idea." The taller twin turned and smiled at him lovingly, before sashaying over and peering down at the drawing.

"Hmm," she said thoughtfully, tilting her head, making the overhead lights glint off her platinum hair, currently held up in a bun by two paintbrushes. "Perhaps a pale green, brother," she said softly. "With orange undertones." Harry turned, plucked up two colored pencils from the massive and expensive set he had on his cluttered desk, and carefully colored the sketch in, the picture coming to life under his fingers and pencil tip.

Luna wasn't the only one with talent in the arts, though Harry would freely admit he couldn't paint a stick-person without messing up somehow.

He picked up the book and showed the end result to her, and she eyed it with suddenly-sharp eyes, criticizing it silently, before giving him a pleased nod, dazed, dreamy look returning as she went back to her painting. Harry turned back to the sketch, eyed it thoughtfully, and then stood and left with the book in hand, going towards the cloth-room, affectionately called The Closet. Once there, he began perusing the fabrics, eyes turning to his sketch every so often for reference.

When he returned from The Closet, it was with a massive amount of pale green silk. He held the cloth out a bit to his sister, eyebrow lifting in question, and she nodded approvingly before both turned their backs to one another. Harry grabbed a modeling figurine from nearby, the simple feminine torso, armless and headless but with a bit of neck, held up at what would be its hips by a sturdy pole, took up residence in his small work area, and he grabbed his jar of pins. He wrapped the torso snugly in the silk, and pinned it neatly at the shoulders and hips, letting the rest collapse at its "feet". Quickly, with laser focus and careful dedication, he got to work.

As was his habit when he was focused, he didn't move from his workplace at all, unless it was to get more of something (though that was rare, as Luna usually got it for him before he could even ask, bless her clairvoyant soul). The world outside of silk and needles was forgotten, and neither of the Orion Twins left when their shift had ended. They weren't the only ones, of course, as Lukas practically lived in his office, and other designers were engrossed in sketches and designs and the like.

It wasn't until noon the next day that Harry finished, accepting the coffee Luna offered absently as he roved his slightly bloodshot eyes over the end result of his fanatic work.

"Excellent," he declared, nodding, and slumped into his chair with a groan. Luna smiled, patted his cheek with one paint-splattered hand (leaving a few splotches of pink and orange on said cheek), and padded away in her bright turquoise sundress, straw sandals and paintbrush-bun and all, going to get Lukas. Harry gulped down the last of his coffee, granted himself a long yawn and stretch, and then rocked up onto his feet to await his boss.

Lukas led the way back from his office, Luna skipping idly behind him, and his dark eyes latching on the newest creation hungrily. He stopped and stroked it, eyes studying the cloth intensely for imperfections-of which there were none, of course. Harry smiled faintly, leaning back to eye it as well.

The dress was a series of spirals, like the unicorn horn that had inspired its design. It had a single shoulder strap, which broadened from its one-inch apex, and arched to the side, hooking under the left arm and around the back, only to return in what looked almost like a ruffle but neater, smoother. It continued in a large turn of cloth, wrapping repeatedly around the body, all the way to the ground, were it flared out only a bit and ended in a slight wave of fabric. The hardest part of the entire thing had been working in the orange hits that laced throughout the dress, bringing out the green color brightly.

"Brilliant, as always, Orion," Lukas complimented, and Harry inclined his head, yawning slightly. "What have you named it?" Harry blinked and cast an eye to his sister, who smiled.

"Spiral," she said simply, and again Lukas nodded.

"Well done," he said, and then glowered darkly at the blond male, who blinked at him sleepily. "Get your ass home and to bed, both of you," he ordered, turning those dark eyes on Luna, who smiled easily at him. "I don't want you two sleeping through the day when you should be working, understand?" Harry and Luna both nodded and gathered their things, Harry's sketchbook and pencils all going into a sturdy side-bag, while Luna's paints and completed picture did the same. They said goodbye to their boss, who was already moving Spiral over to the Completed/Approved Work area, where it would be recreated by stitch-techs, as Harry called them, and prepared for the nearest Fashion Show, which was two months away. Luna would showcase Spiral, as she always wore Harry's work (it was, in partial, created for her after all. Or, at least, for her body type and build.).

The Twins called a farewell to Blythe, the woman who had first led them to Lukas' office all those months previously, before they entered the parking lot and climbed into their beat-up red Sedan. They could have afforded a newer car, easily, but, well, as the saying goes "if it ain't broke, don't fix it" and the car was far from broken, despite its appearance. They had moved into a bigger apartment, closer to their work, which had four bedrooms, two of which were now cluttered with various works, most of Harry's being half-completed ideas that didn't form totally. Harry got two rooms, Luna got two rooms, and they shared the single bathroom, kitchen, and living room (which was also cluttered, though that was with various pictures, figurines, and objects all based on mythological creatures. It was Luna's obsession outside of painting, and Harry helped with it. Everyone needed a hobby, after all.).

They entered said apartment thirty minutes later (considering Brent Fashions was only a twenty-minute walk away, it said something about the state of the roads.), and both immediately headed for their rooms, Luna calling the first shower while Harry flopped onto his futon face down, and promptly fell asleep. They'd sleep, eat, and replenish their mental batteries, before returning to work early the next morning to start on more new ideas and outfits.

Whoever said playing dress-up was easy, never had to deal with models, and definitely never dealt with a stressed designer.

A/N: And cut, I know it's horribly short, but I just threw up this random thing and decided to get rid of it because it was cluttering my mind. Apologies for the length and such, thanks for following this story, all reviews are welcome!