Chapter Eleven
Reviewers: [sasori - I'm sorry! I'll see what I can do... but Rhea's being extremely rebellious.] [hermione radcliffe - ( thanks so much for all the reviews. I'll try to keep this up for a while...]
Disclaimer: No HP characters are mine. The character "Sachiro" is based on "Sachi" from "In the Way of Fools". And everything else is mine.
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Sachiro stood and walked briskly to the door. 'Make whoever it is, think that you are just fine. Normal. Nothing happened.' The door opened.
"Draco?!?!?!", relief flooded into her as well as annoyance. "Why didn't you pick up the phone doofus?", Draco hushed her and pushed the girl into the apartment.
"Rhea's not been very nice when she returned from the STD today." *Sachiro bursts out laughing* "And she came down to talk to me right after she arrived. Then you phoned in the middle of our conversation... so..." A lump formed in Sachiro's throat.
"So where is Rhea right now?", Draco gestured towards his room. "Ah."
"'Ah', is right. Now, she wants me to invite you over. So, you'd better make up some quick posh story about why you phoned, and what you wanted so desperately to talk about."
"Ummm... ah... if you were umm... willing to go out with me?", Sachiro felt stupid again. But it was something worth a shot. It matched the phone call pretty well. Draco stared at her stupidly. Finally, he nodded his consent.
"All right. Well here is goes.", the two of them walked into Draco's apartment, met by a Rhea who was draped gracefully over a plush couch. She motioned for them to take a seat across from her.
"Now, Chiro-Chan. How did you find work today?"
"Rather monotonous, and a bit dreary. Why do you ask? How did 'you' find work today?"
"Thrilling. Extremely refreshing."
"Ah, that's where we differ."
"So, where do you propose we dine tonight? Let's have a snug little conversation amongst us three.", Rhea twiddled her fingers jovially. Draco looked from boss to secretary. Sachiro could be easily sacked for this. It was amazing how calm she seemed.
"Actually Rhea, Draco and I were going to head down to the Neon Dusk at midnight.", Rhea's eyes grew wide.
"And I wasn't invited?!?! How devastating.", at this, Draco looked again at the secretary. A faint pink tinged at her cheeks and her eyes suddenly grew dreamy. Her eyelids drooped slightly, and she took on a shy look.
"I was... I was going to ask Draco something." Rhea, who thought her little Chiro-chan was too dense to be up to anything superfluous, let it pass and took it exactly as Sachiro wanted her to.
"Ah... OOOOOOOOOOOOOOOH, are you two...", Rhea looked from Draco to Sachiro. "I see. HAHAHA. If that's so, then I guess I'll let you two talk. Tell me all about it tomorrow. HAHAHAHA.", and she rose to leave. WHOA* Even Sachiro hadn't expected it to be that easy.
"You'd better place a memory charm on her, Draco. I don't need her to be running around after us.", he nodded, following Rhea out the door.
"Oh, and take her scarf with you.", Sachiro said pointing towards the scarf that was left on the couch.
"Rhea! Rhea, wait up!", Rhea turned around fully anticipating that she'd be brought along for her mindful advice, when a spell hit her fully in the face. She stepped back, tripping over a stair.
"What?!?!", Draco stooped down and helped her up.
"You okay Rhea? What do you think you're doing? Usually the president of Vuitton doesn't fall on stairs.", Rhea stood up and scowled.
"Well, it wasn't my fault that you'd call me out of the blue."
"Oh yeah, just to say... umm... you conveniently left your scarf on my couch, so I took the liberty of returning it to you.", he said dropping a long piece of fabric in her hand. "And that's bout all. I have to run! Bye.", and he sprinted back into his apartment. Rhea brushed herself off. Placed her scarf around her neck and continued ascending the stairs. She felt extremely giddy, maybe she'd go and take a soak in the sauna.
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Shokari, laid her pen down. It had promptly run out of ink and her hand was sublimely soar from all the writing. Her signature was printed across fifty-something pages. All of which she read, and re-read, picking out every detailing and storing it in her photographic memory. Satisfied, Shokari leant back in her chair. Mmm, time to phone Sachiro. She picked up the phone - oh she loved these fully furnished flats with muggle and wizard appliances - dialing the number: 209-987-9913. The phone rang several times. Finally, a voiced sounded through the receiver.
"Hello? Who's this?", Shokari smiled, she knew this voice all too well.
"Hello Chiro. It's Shokari.", she heard the girl scream.
"KAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAARI!!!!!!!! Where are you? How are you? What are you doing? How did you get a phone so fast? Explain!", Shokari laughed.
"Calm yourself darling. I'm in Occult right now, and I have the nicest apartment. It didn't take long to find, this Elf gave me an entire catalogue of rooms and I found this one. It's gorgeous. Oh, and I've started... or I'm about to start my own architecture firm.", she paused as Sachiro ranted on about how much she missed her. "Chiro, it's only been a couple of hours!"... a pause. "All right, why don't you come over to my place."... another pause. "Meet me at the entrance of Occult. Okay... Bibi.", Shokari placed the receiver down.
In Room 300, The Midnight Lion, a large whoop could be heard and if anyone was looking, they'd see two figures run out of the door and into the street... then promptly disappearing. However, no one saw... so it's all good.
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Notes: Meh... witches are extremely efficient people. What can I say?
Reviewers: [sasori - I'm sorry! I'll see what I can do... but Rhea's being extremely rebellious.] [hermione radcliffe - ( thanks so much for all the reviews. I'll try to keep this up for a while...]
Disclaimer: No HP characters are mine. The character "Sachiro" is based on "Sachi" from "In the Way of Fools". And everything else is mine.
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Sachiro stood and walked briskly to the door. 'Make whoever it is, think that you are just fine. Normal. Nothing happened.' The door opened.
"Draco?!?!?!", relief flooded into her as well as annoyance. "Why didn't you pick up the phone doofus?", Draco hushed her and pushed the girl into the apartment.
"Rhea's not been very nice when she returned from the STD today." *Sachiro bursts out laughing* "And she came down to talk to me right after she arrived. Then you phoned in the middle of our conversation... so..." A lump formed in Sachiro's throat.
"So where is Rhea right now?", Draco gestured towards his room. "Ah."
"'Ah', is right. Now, she wants me to invite you over. So, you'd better make up some quick posh story about why you phoned, and what you wanted so desperately to talk about."
"Ummm... ah... if you were umm... willing to go out with me?", Sachiro felt stupid again. But it was something worth a shot. It matched the phone call pretty well. Draco stared at her stupidly. Finally, he nodded his consent.
"All right. Well here is goes.", the two of them walked into Draco's apartment, met by a Rhea who was draped gracefully over a plush couch. She motioned for them to take a seat across from her.
"Now, Chiro-Chan. How did you find work today?"
"Rather monotonous, and a bit dreary. Why do you ask? How did 'you' find work today?"
"Thrilling. Extremely refreshing."
"Ah, that's where we differ."
"So, where do you propose we dine tonight? Let's have a snug little conversation amongst us three.", Rhea twiddled her fingers jovially. Draco looked from boss to secretary. Sachiro could be easily sacked for this. It was amazing how calm she seemed.
"Actually Rhea, Draco and I were going to head down to the Neon Dusk at midnight.", Rhea's eyes grew wide.
"And I wasn't invited?!?! How devastating.", at this, Draco looked again at the secretary. A faint pink tinged at her cheeks and her eyes suddenly grew dreamy. Her eyelids drooped slightly, and she took on a shy look.
"I was... I was going to ask Draco something." Rhea, who thought her little Chiro-chan was too dense to be up to anything superfluous, let it pass and took it exactly as Sachiro wanted her to.
"Ah... OOOOOOOOOOOOOOOH, are you two...", Rhea looked from Draco to Sachiro. "I see. HAHAHA. If that's so, then I guess I'll let you two talk. Tell me all about it tomorrow. HAHAHAHA.", and she rose to leave. WHOA* Even Sachiro hadn't expected it to be that easy.
"You'd better place a memory charm on her, Draco. I don't need her to be running around after us.", he nodded, following Rhea out the door.
"Oh, and take her scarf with you.", Sachiro said pointing towards the scarf that was left on the couch.
"Rhea! Rhea, wait up!", Rhea turned around fully anticipating that she'd be brought along for her mindful advice, when a spell hit her fully in the face. She stepped back, tripping over a stair.
"What?!?!", Draco stooped down and helped her up.
"You okay Rhea? What do you think you're doing? Usually the president of Vuitton doesn't fall on stairs.", Rhea stood up and scowled.
"Well, it wasn't my fault that you'd call me out of the blue."
"Oh yeah, just to say... umm... you conveniently left your scarf on my couch, so I took the liberty of returning it to you.", he said dropping a long piece of fabric in her hand. "And that's bout all. I have to run! Bye.", and he sprinted back into his apartment. Rhea brushed herself off. Placed her scarf around her neck and continued ascending the stairs. She felt extremely giddy, maybe she'd go and take a soak in the sauna.
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Shokari, laid her pen down. It had promptly run out of ink and her hand was sublimely soar from all the writing. Her signature was printed across fifty-something pages. All of which she read, and re-read, picking out every detailing and storing it in her photographic memory. Satisfied, Shokari leant back in her chair. Mmm, time to phone Sachiro. She picked up the phone - oh she loved these fully furnished flats with muggle and wizard appliances - dialing the number: 209-987-9913. The phone rang several times. Finally, a voiced sounded through the receiver.
"Hello? Who's this?", Shokari smiled, she knew this voice all too well.
"Hello Chiro. It's Shokari.", she heard the girl scream.
"KAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAARI!!!!!!!! Where are you? How are you? What are you doing? How did you get a phone so fast? Explain!", Shokari laughed.
"Calm yourself darling. I'm in Occult right now, and I have the nicest apartment. It didn't take long to find, this Elf gave me an entire catalogue of rooms and I found this one. It's gorgeous. Oh, and I've started... or I'm about to start my own architecture firm.", she paused as Sachiro ranted on about how much she missed her. "Chiro, it's only been a couple of hours!"... a pause. "All right, why don't you come over to my place."... another pause. "Meet me at the entrance of Occult. Okay... Bibi.", Shokari placed the receiver down.
In Room 300, The Midnight Lion, a large whoop could be heard and if anyone was looking, they'd see two figures run out of the door and into the street... then promptly disappearing. However, no one saw... so it's all good.
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Notes: Meh... witches are extremely efficient people. What can I say?