Bedlam and Broomsticks:
A/N: I know you all hate me! I'm sooooooooo sorry I haven't updated! A week long holiday kept me busy. But on a happier note, her is another chapter, I've seen the new movie and it waaaassss EPIC! I'm going to see it again tomorrow (shh.) :)
Sleeping and Motorbikes:
Izzy woke in the morning and looked into her suitcase to find something slightly corporate to wear that day. No such luck, so she chucked on one of her floral dresses, her black blazer, and combed her hair back into a high bun.
In the kitchen, she grabbed herself the last one of Sirius' apples, as the cupboards were all bare when she felt his hands snake around her waist. "Mine," he growled playfully, mouth against her neck.
"Me or the apple?"
Sirius shrugged as he turned Izzy to face him. "Both?"
Izzy just laughed. "Good morning mechanic!"
"And good morning to you, corporate business woman."
Izzy rolled her eyes. "I'm going to be so bored."
"I'm going to have fun," Sirius rubbed his hands together gleefully.
"Sexist," Izzy muttered once again as she grabbed her handbag and chucked a set of keys at Sirius. As they rode the elevator, Sirius trapped her in the corner. He pressed his lips to hers passionately, hands sliding around her waist, hair tickling her cheeks.
"Whoa," Izzy laughed afterwards. "Is that your good morning kiss, 'cause we should do that mo0re often."
"Ha ha," Sirius said sourly. "Appreciate my romance would you?"
"I am," Izzy protested. "I just like to chat about it."
"And I thought I would be the goofy one in this relationship," Sirius shook his head.
"I resent that," Izzy pouted and pushed him away.
The doors slid open at the ground floor and Sirius joined the pout club. "You made me miss the entire elevator ride!"
"Don't be a baby." They parted at the doors, Sirius quickly kissing Izzy on the lips.
"Enjoy work," Sirius told her cheerily. "I'll come get you at five."
"Okay, ma petite. Ciao!"
"Hate to mix languages," Sirius mocked as they walked backwards down the street in opposite directions, still talking to each other.
"Mean!"
"Bye love!"
"Bye," Izzy said when he had turned around and was striding down the street , cigarette in his hand. Izzy grinned and tapped an old woman on the shoulder. She pointed to Sirius a hundred metres down the road. "See that guy? He's my boyfriend."
"How lovely for you, dearie," the old woman said sarcastically, tottering off on her way.
Izzy looked stunned. "Old women are supposed to be nice, but anyway."
She entered the law firm office that she was going to be working in for the next three weeks and rode the elevator to the top floor giggling slightly about how much fun Sirius would have in this elevator all shiny and mirrors. The self absorbed stud would be able to see a thousand versions of himself in these mirrors.
Izzy stepped into the lobby, all grey sleek lines and a big desk at the end of a long room with full length windows. Izzy looked at the few people scuttling around in grey suits carrying files and inwardly sighed. This was going to be such a drag. She stood tentatively at the desk and saw a woman with a phone plastered to her ear and waited for her turn.
"Hello?" The woman with red hair and a nasal voice said snottily. "Can I help you?"
"Oh," Izzy started. "Um, I'm here for work experience and…I have no idea where to go."
"Take a seat."
Abrupt, Izzy thought oddly as she sat on the white leather couch. After a few minutes the woman emerged. "Come on." She clicked her fingers sharply and tottered off on her high heels.
The woman stood in front of a door at the end of a long hallway, mark Mail Room. "You'll work in here for the next three weeks," She said in a dull tone. "Sorting, copying, filing, etcetera etcetera. Enjoy."
"But I don't know how to do any of that," Izzy protested.
"They'll show you." The woman uncaringly waved her hand at Izzy as she hurried off down the corridor.
Izzy gently pushed open the door and realised she was definitely made for working in the mail room. It was definitely un-business like and un-corporate, posters of the Beatles on the walls, one girl dressed like Izzy and one boy in a crumpled button down shirt, music playing softly in the background. "Hi," she said tentatively.
"We've got a live one!" The girl skipped towards Izzy. "Hey kid. You the work experience newbie?"
"That's me," Izzy said cheerily. "Thank god I'm here."
"What?"
"This is way more me than the corporate – "
"-crap out there?" the boy asked jokingly.
"Well yeah!" Izzy laughed. "I'm Izzy, by the way."
The bleach blonde girl grinned. "I'm Billie."
"Benji," the boy with the fluffy brown hair and purple button down shirt shook Izzy's hand.
"So, what do I do?" Izzy asked. "Ginger Bitch was a little rushed."
"Yeah," Benji sighed. "She kind of hates the Mail Room kids."
Billie shoved him. "'Cause you dated and dumped her."
"Stud?" Izzy asked, eyebrows raised.
"I like to think so."
Izzy listened to the music. "You're Beatles kids too?"
"Yeah." Billie grinned.
"Come and have a cuppa?" Benji asked cheerily.
"Sure," Izzy followed them through the messy room crates full of mail everywhere, desk covered with little trinkets.
They drank coffee out of Queen mugs and did almost no work until the end of the day. Izzy waved goodbye to her two new friends and skipped downstairs at ten to five where Sirius stood in the lobby. "Hey Sirius!"
"Hey Iz, how was work?"
"Slightly awesome. I'm a Mail Room Kid."
"Okay," Sirius took it in his stride. "Good name for a band."
"That's what I thought," Izzy kissed him on the cheek as they exited the lobby onto the street. Sirius pulled her to the left and covered her eyes.
"Don't look."
"I can't."
"I'll ignore that."
"Be my guest."
"Shut up."
"Okay grumpy."
"Anyway. Working at a mechanic, I decided it might be time to introduce you to the other woman in my life."
"Excuse me?" Izzy fought Sirius' hands.
"No wait!"
"You better do this quick or I'll be gone."
"Stella." Sirius extravagantly waved his hands as he took them away from Izzy's face.
"A motorbike?" Izzy nearly choked on her laughter. "That's the other woman? Oh, honey."
Izzy surveyed the beast in front of her. It was dark, black, sleek, shiny, and massive. She was, anyway. "She's my baby," Sirius said proudly.
"You are so lucky I'm a little quirky, otherwise you'd be dumped for your weird little obsession."
"What about your weird little obsession with your virginity?" Sirius scoffed, looking a little defensive.
"Maybe I should just shag you and then you'd shut the hell up," Izzy shrugged as she began to walk down the street.
"Definitely!" Sirius agreed breathlessly as he caught Izzy around the waist. "But first, ride my motorbike!"
"God, how can you be so dirty and so childish at the same time?"
"It's like a gift."
"It's something."
"I don't like the implication in that sentence."
"I don't like the implication in your face."
"James is rubbing off on you."
"Mm-hm."
"Please ride my motorbike."
"I don't like you."
"You love me."
"In your twisted dreams."
"And reality too?"
"Eugh."
"Please."
"Death trap."
"Thrill ride."
"Same thing."
"Pleeeeaaaaasse." Izzy looked back at the motorbike. She liked the mechanics of things, but she preferred to have a solid body of a car built up around her. "Aha, your resistance is crumbling. Come on!"
Izzy let herself be dragged along to the motorbike. Sirius kissed her on each cheek before putting a helmet on her head as she rested against the bike. "Helmet hair." Her voice was muffled.
Sirius rapped her smartly on the head. "You look cute." He got on and she slid on behind him, wrapping her arms around him tightly.
"You look insane."
"Ye of little faith." Sirius scoffed as he kicked the bike to life.
"Ye of little brain!" Izzy squealed as she tucked her head into his back.
"I heard that." Sirius said as he weaved into the traffic.
After a while, Izzy looked up and discovered she didn't mind it so much. As they stopped at a set of lights, Sirius turned and grinned at her. "You're enjoying this aren't you?"
"Little bit," Izzy admitted.
As they sat at home eating a quick spaghetti dinner Izzy had prepared because it was the only thing she knew how to cook, Izzy smiled across the small table at Sirius. "So, where do you keep the bi- …Stella when you're at Hogwarts?"
"The Potters' garage," he said quickly, shovelling in more food.
Izzy looked confused. "Oh, why not your parents?" She knew Sirius had issues with his parents, but they still lived together, right? Maybe they just didn't approve of the bike.
"I, um, I don't live with my parents." Sirius stated bluntly.
"Why?" Izzy asked insensitively, not thinking properly, learning that her barely seventeen year old boyfriend did not live with his parents.
Sirius looked down. "Because our views … differ."
"On?" Izzy was now just curious, and she knew she was being a bit insensitive but she figured she may as well squeeze as much information out of the mysterious Sirius before his talkative mood dissipated.
"Everything." Sirius chuckled bitterly. "My taste in music, life choices, good versus evil."
"Like …?" Izzy didn't have the heart to say it.
"Yeah, You-Know-Who, good versus evil," he clarified.
"Oh." Izzy reached across the table to hold his hand gently.
Sirius ducked his head. "Maybe it wouldn't make that much of a difference, but my little brother has been brain washed by them. He's in Slytherin. I miss that kid. We used to be … friends, I guess."
"Oh Sirius." Izzy slid over and put her arms around him where he sat with his head leaning on his hands.
"It's just…"
"What?"
"I don't want to talk about it anymore," Sirius said abruptly. He stood up and ran his hands through his hair. "What you need to know is that I lived with the Potters' this past summer. At the start of the year, the only relative I liked died; he left me a house, and some money. End of story. I've got to go to bed, Iz." He shot her an apologetic look as he backed quickly out of the kitchen and a door swung shut at the end of the house.
Izzy cleared the plates slowly, sadly, wondering why Sirius needed to bottle things up like that. She thought she might have driven a rift between them, but as she flicked off all the lights in the little flat, pushing open her bedroom door, she saw Sirius lying splayed across her double bed, face peaceful, hair mussed, in just his boxers. For a moment, Izzy admired him, one arm under his head, bare chest quite toned.
As she crept closer, he'd hastily scrawled a note on a piece of paper: Hope you don't mind. And a wonky love heart, drawn underneath. Izzy shed her clothes, pulled on pyjamas and got under the covers, sliding closer to Sirius and snuggling in under his arm. Izzy sighed, Ah, this, she could live with.
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