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Once again, the three found themselves in the obscure store in Diagon Alley. Isabella smiled at them warmly.
"So that's what Sirius did for me," she said, taking the memory from the Pensieve and bringing it back to her temple.
Remus laughed and shook his head, "I can't believe he never told us about that...you'd think he'd be bragging."
Harry stared at the Pensieve. He wanted to see Sirius again. He needed to see Sirius again. "Harry?" Isabella asked, bending down and peering into his face, "In your letter, you said you thought there was something I could do for you. What is it?"
It took Harry a second to remember what she meant. "Er...oh!" He glanced at Lupin.
He quickly said, "Perhaps we shouldn't discuss that here. Harry, why don't you take Isabella to your room and ask Tom to make us another pot of tea? I'll meet you there in a few minutes."
He rushed off, drawing something out of his pocket as he left. Harry blinked. Isabella also looked confused. Harry turned to her, "I reckon we should head to the Leaky Cauldron, then?"
She nodded and turned to the man behind the counter. "Thanks a lot, Gerard," she said, giving him a small wave, "Send me an owl about your next project soon. Alright?"
The odd-looking man gave a wave of his cane and said, "Will do, Izzy."
Isabella gave a longsuffering sigh, and said flatly, "How many times, Gerard? Never call me that."
"Right...sorry miss. It's a habit, I suppose." The two spoke as though they had known each other for a long time, and that they shared a secret between them.
Harry felt a little awkward, but he reminded Isabella, "Erm, Lupin said we should meet him in the Leaky Cauldron..." She turned and smiled apologetically, shyly exposing white, even teeth.
"Oh, I'm sorry Harry! You're absolutely right, we don't want to keep Remus waiting," she exclaimed earnestly.
Together they left Gerard's store and entered the now-busy streets. As Harry and Isabella passed by a newsstand which held issues of The Daily Prophet and Witch Weekly, the cover of The Quibbler caught Harry's eye. The main features included a documentary on the Bubbling Bragen Banshee and 10 Surefire ways to Rid Your Home of Nargles. Underneath this, in smaller print, it advertised an article about the love scandal between the lead singer of The Weird Sisters and Sirius Black, whom they claimed was actually Stubby Boardman. Harry pointed it out to Isabella. She seemed slightly amused.
"Sirius in a love scandal? I certainly hope not!" she murmured. A sound rather like a balloon popping made them both jump. It was then followed by a hissing sound and several splats.
"I hear that place rivals Zonko's," she said with her tinkly laugh. Harry looked up and saw a store emblazoned with the sign: Weasley's Wizarding Wheezes. Eagerly, he peered inside as they passed by. He would love to go and look around inside the twin's colorful shop, but he couldn't right now. Isabella laughed again as a sound like a very loud raspberry being blown came from the depths of the store.
Lupin was right. Isabella was very pretty. Harry glanced up at her face. He wondered if Sirius would have thought so too.
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Once again, the three found themselves in the obscure store in Diagon Alley. Isabella smiled at them warmly.
"So that's what Sirius did for me," she said, taking the memory from the Pensieve and bringing it back to her temple.
Remus laughed and shook his head, "I can't believe he never told us about that...you'd think he'd be bragging."
Harry stared at the Pensieve. He wanted to see Sirius again. He needed to see Sirius again. "Harry?" Isabella asked, bending down and peering into his face, "In your letter, you said you thought there was something I could do for you. What is it?"
It took Harry a second to remember what she meant. "Er...oh!" He glanced at Lupin.
He quickly said, "Perhaps we shouldn't discuss that here. Harry, why don't you take Isabella to your room and ask Tom to make us another pot of tea? I'll meet you there in a few minutes."
He rushed off, drawing something out of his pocket as he left. Harry blinked. Isabella also looked confused. Harry turned to her, "I reckon we should head to the Leaky Cauldron, then?"
She nodded and turned to the man behind the counter. "Thanks a lot, Gerard," she said, giving him a small wave, "Send me an owl about your next project soon. Alright?"
The odd-looking man gave a wave of his cane and said, "Will do, Izzy."
Isabella gave a longsuffering sigh, and said flatly, "How many times, Gerard? Never call me that."
"Right...sorry miss. It's a habit, I suppose." The two spoke as though they had known each other for a long time, and that they shared a secret between them.
Harry felt a little awkward, but he reminded Isabella, "Erm, Lupin said we should meet him in the Leaky Cauldron..." She turned and smiled apologetically, shyly exposing white, even teeth.
"Oh, I'm sorry Harry! You're absolutely right, we don't want to keep Remus waiting," she exclaimed earnestly.
Together they left Gerard's store and entered the now-busy streets. As Harry and Isabella passed by a newsstand which held issues of The Daily Prophet and Witch Weekly, the cover of The Quibbler caught Harry's eye. The main features included a documentary on the Bubbling Bragen Banshee and 10 Surefire ways to Rid Your Home of Nargles. Underneath this, in smaller print, it advertised an article about the love scandal between the lead singer of The Weird Sisters and Sirius Black, whom they claimed was actually Stubby Boardman. Harry pointed it out to Isabella. She seemed slightly amused.
"Sirius in a love scandal? I certainly hope not!" she murmured. A sound rather like a balloon popping made them both jump. It was then followed by a hissing sound and several splats.
"I hear that place rivals Zonko's," she said with her tinkly laugh. Harry looked up and saw a store emblazoned with the sign: Weasley's Wizarding Wheezes. Eagerly, he peered inside as they passed by. He would love to go and look around inside the twin's colorful shop, but he couldn't right now. Isabella laughed again as a sound like a very loud raspberry being blown came from the depths of the store.
Lupin was right. Isabella was very pretty. Harry glanced up at her face. He wondered if Sirius would have thought so too.
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