Vodka in Paris and Newspaper Cuttings
A tall man with a broad brimmed hat sat sipping a glass of white wine under the trees at the Luxembourg gardens in Paris. He was watching a young girl in jeans and a white, fluffy jumper. A jean jacket was tossed over the seat next to her. She had long rusty hair, which she had to flick back every few minutes to keep out of her eyes as she read her Agatha Christie. She looked like a normal French girl, apart from the fact that her book was in English. The observer set down his glass and walked over to her. She stiffened, and turned her head. He smiled. "So you like murder mysteries?" he said, but a strong Scottish accent betrayed him. She blushed and nodded. "Well, I like all types of books, really." She said in a quiet, British accent. "Really? What is your reason for being in Paris?" "Oh, just being here, I guess." She didn't look at him while she said that. "By the way, I'm Daniel Fortnight." "Lily Evans." "Lily Evans- the famous Lily Evans?" He said in a shocked voice. She blushed and nodded again. His eyes were bulging, like he was trying to take her in. "You've vanished, haven't you; it's all over the Daily Prophet. But why?" Lily was starting to get annoyed. "It has nothing to do with-" "Daniel, who are you talking to?" A lady laden with jewelry and with bleached, puffy hair, very high heels and a horrible pink mini skirt was walking over to them. "Lily, this is my fiancée, Rita Skeeter. Rita, this is Lily Evans." Rita Skeeter spat out the vodka she had just drank, spraying it all over a group of pigeons. "The Lily Evans? Oh gosh, I just have to interview you!" She pulled a quill and parchment out of a snake skin bag. "Could you wait just a moment while I go to the toilet?" "Of course! I might freshen up myself!" Lily slipped on her jacket and put her book in her handbag. The three of them walked over to the sign showing two stick figures. Lily paid two francs and closed the door of her cubicle. After ten minutes, Rita was getting annoyed. She knocked on the door of Lily's cubicle. "You sure you don't want any help?" No answer. Rita discreetly pulled out her want. "Alohomora!" The door swung open. It was empty. * Sirius's jaw dropped open in surprise. "You slept with her?" "I did not! I just kissed her and ended up sleeping in her bed . Sleep as in snore, snore!" James whispered loudly. "Oh." Said Sirius, disappointed. James ignored his expression. "But what am I going to do? That song she's singing is meant for me! She wants to know if it was a dream or not!" "I see..." Sirius narrowed his eyes, and looked like Hercules Poirot discouvering a vital clue. "James! Sirius!" Remus came blasting through the doors and crashed into James. "Lily's disappeared!"
Cut out from the Witch Weekly: Where IN 'Evans Has She Gone! "Last night, Lily Evans was holding a concert at the Dragon's Liver in Diagon Alley," writes Penelope Charmfield, "but when she disapparated in the middle of her new single, Dreaming of You, no one really knew why. Rumours are that she is retiring young and left to marry her old boyfriend, Sirius Black, who she lives with. To this Sirius said, "It is true that Lily admitted she loves me, but we are already married and leaving on our honeymoon."
"I said nothing of the sort!" shouted Sirius when Sharon showed him the cut out. "That is just yesterday's paper," Sharon said timidly, "wait till you see the one for today!"
Cut out from the Daily Prophet:
"I was on a weekend in Paris," writes Rita Skeeter, "and went to visit the Luxembourg gardens with my handsome fiancé, Daniel Fortnight. I went to fetch vodka. When I returned, dearest Dan was talking to no other than Lily Evans! He wasn't the only one; a whole group was gathered around the young singer, asking questions about her and Sirius Black. She denied that she had married Sirius, but Sirius was trying to force her to marry him. In stead she insisted that she had got rather close to Remus Lupin, one of Blacks best friends. When I asked if I could possibly interview her, she replied rudely and disapparated, leaving many French muggles and muggle tourists mystified." "Not in her best books, am I?" said Sirius glumly. James walked in, all sweaty from Quidditch, ready to take a shower. Sharon thrust the article under his nose and he read it, his jaw dropping so far you could count every one of his teeth if you cared to. He shut it when he finished reading, then he said excitedly, "I know where she is! She obviously left France after that cow found her, and now..." He rushed excitedly out the door.
Than you every one for reviewing! And I thank my beta-reader very profoundly!
A tall man with a broad brimmed hat sat sipping a glass of white wine under the trees at the Luxembourg gardens in Paris. He was watching a young girl in jeans and a white, fluffy jumper. A jean jacket was tossed over the seat next to her. She had long rusty hair, which she had to flick back every few minutes to keep out of her eyes as she read her Agatha Christie. She looked like a normal French girl, apart from the fact that her book was in English. The observer set down his glass and walked over to her. She stiffened, and turned her head. He smiled. "So you like murder mysteries?" he said, but a strong Scottish accent betrayed him. She blushed and nodded. "Well, I like all types of books, really." She said in a quiet, British accent. "Really? What is your reason for being in Paris?" "Oh, just being here, I guess." She didn't look at him while she said that. "By the way, I'm Daniel Fortnight." "Lily Evans." "Lily Evans- the famous Lily Evans?" He said in a shocked voice. She blushed and nodded again. His eyes were bulging, like he was trying to take her in. "You've vanished, haven't you; it's all over the Daily Prophet. But why?" Lily was starting to get annoyed. "It has nothing to do with-" "Daniel, who are you talking to?" A lady laden with jewelry and with bleached, puffy hair, very high heels and a horrible pink mini skirt was walking over to them. "Lily, this is my fiancée, Rita Skeeter. Rita, this is Lily Evans." Rita Skeeter spat out the vodka she had just drank, spraying it all over a group of pigeons. "The Lily Evans? Oh gosh, I just have to interview you!" She pulled a quill and parchment out of a snake skin bag. "Could you wait just a moment while I go to the toilet?" "Of course! I might freshen up myself!" Lily slipped on her jacket and put her book in her handbag. The three of them walked over to the sign showing two stick figures. Lily paid two francs and closed the door of her cubicle. After ten minutes, Rita was getting annoyed. She knocked on the door of Lily's cubicle. "You sure you don't want any help?" No answer. Rita discreetly pulled out her want. "Alohomora!" The door swung open. It was empty. * Sirius's jaw dropped open in surprise. "You slept with her?" "I did not! I just kissed her and ended up sleeping in her bed . Sleep as in snore, snore!" James whispered loudly. "Oh." Said Sirius, disappointed. James ignored his expression. "But what am I going to do? That song she's singing is meant for me! She wants to know if it was a dream or not!" "I see..." Sirius narrowed his eyes, and looked like Hercules Poirot discouvering a vital clue. "James! Sirius!" Remus came blasting through the doors and crashed into James. "Lily's disappeared!"
Cut out from the Witch Weekly: Where IN 'Evans Has She Gone! "Last night, Lily Evans was holding a concert at the Dragon's Liver in Diagon Alley," writes Penelope Charmfield, "but when she disapparated in the middle of her new single, Dreaming of You, no one really knew why. Rumours are that she is retiring young and left to marry her old boyfriend, Sirius Black, who she lives with. To this Sirius said, "It is true that Lily admitted she loves me, but we are already married and leaving on our honeymoon."
"I said nothing of the sort!" shouted Sirius when Sharon showed him the cut out. "That is just yesterday's paper," Sharon said timidly, "wait till you see the one for today!"
Cut out from the Daily Prophet:
"I was on a weekend in Paris," writes Rita Skeeter, "and went to visit the Luxembourg gardens with my handsome fiancé, Daniel Fortnight. I went to fetch vodka. When I returned, dearest Dan was talking to no other than Lily Evans! He wasn't the only one; a whole group was gathered around the young singer, asking questions about her and Sirius Black. She denied that she had married Sirius, but Sirius was trying to force her to marry him. In stead she insisted that she had got rather close to Remus Lupin, one of Blacks best friends. When I asked if I could possibly interview her, she replied rudely and disapparated, leaving many French muggles and muggle tourists mystified." "Not in her best books, am I?" said Sirius glumly. James walked in, all sweaty from Quidditch, ready to take a shower. Sharon thrust the article under his nose and he read it, his jaw dropping so far you could count every one of his teeth if you cared to. He shut it when he finished reading, then he said excitedly, "I know where she is! She obviously left France after that cow found her, and now..." He rushed excitedly out the door.
Than you every one for reviewing! And I thank my beta-reader very profoundly!