Autumn Leaves

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Chapter 4- Coffee Cake

Emeralds stared at the interior of her cafe in shock. Inside sat familiar faces and she fought hard not to twitch as she saw the small mess made by the little ones running around. Cakes were on the floor as if there had been a food fight and the fireplace was destroyed.

She sent a pointed look at the frozen twins who looked at her with wide eyes and frantically conveyed to the rest of the family, minus the little ones, that she was there.

The semi-silence was broken when she was toppled to the ground by a redhead, a brunette and a blond.

"Aunty Eira!" The three little bundles exclaimed as she stood up with them and laughed a little.

"Why hello there, Teddy, Victoire, are my favorite children doing?" She asked as she bent down to their level with a soft smile about her face..

"They're not letting us have cookies!" Teddy, her blue haired, metamorphmagus godson, exclaimed and all three children pouted as she let out a scandalous gasp at the exclamation.

"We can't have that, now can we?" She asked and when she got agreeing nods full of pouts she summoned three small bags of cookies for the children and sat them on the couch to eat their cookies.

"Thank you, Aunty Eira!" The three exclaimed happily and she giggle as she ruffled each of their hairs.

"Anything for you, my little ducklings." Eira says as she turns around and walks towards the adults.

Hands on her hips and a glare on her face that she learned from one Ginerva Weasley before the young woman had been killed in the war.

"Now, why wasn't I told you would all be visiting? And this mess in my cafe better have an explanation." She says as her dogfathers stand up and hug her.

"We're sorry, pup. We were at Grimmauld place, Andy, Teddy, Remus and I, and decided to come pay you a visit. The rest of the family tagged along after arriving at Grimmauld place for a visit. It was sudden." Sirius said softly with a smile on his face as he widens his eyes a little.

"I missed you too, Siri, Remy." ;She said with a giggle at her dogfathers before turning her eyes to the others. "But that doesn't tell me why there is a hole in my fireplace."

They redheads sighed as they each came and hugged her, starting with Bill and Fleur, then Charlie and Mr and . Draco and her had a staring match for a few moments before she cast a quick tempus as someone explained the hole was caused by Little Scorpion's accidental magic.

She cursed as she saw she only had about twenty minutes before she was being picked up by the Holmes Brothers for dinner, why she was back earlier and then usual.

"Shit." She says and grabs her bag and casts a reparo on the cafe floor. "Fleur, Luna, help me." She says with urgency and the two women raise eyebrows.

"What is it?" Fleur asks with a hardly, no longer there, french accent.

"I have an impromptu dinner date with my boss his younger brother and their mother in twenty minutes. Help me!" She yells before grabbing the two women and side apparating with them up to the third floor and into her extended closet. She leaves them to look for a dress and shoes while she walked into the adjoined ensuite, showered and washed her hair.

When she emerged ten minutes later she was ushered into a short and emerald green sleeveless tulle dress with sequined, lace crystal appliques, a deep 'V' neckline and and A-line silhouette. The dress, which was chosen with the intentions of bringing out her eyes, reached just above her knees and thanked the heavens she though about shaving her legs. Her feet were adorned with a pair of Christian Louboutin Balota Platform sandals in black suede that the designer had given her after a generous favour on her part.

With a quick Air Siccum, Fleur was taking the curling iron and curling the black locks into loose curls and leaving sweeping her fringe to the side with a curl of a flat iron she didn't know she had. While that was happening, she applied some mascara to her lashes and Luna insisted on a winged liner, and a vintage rose colored lipstick to her lips.

"Wear these. You have to represent the Houses of Potter and Black as their Lady." Luna says as she opens the separate jewellery boxes.

Her eccentric blond haired friend had chosen a simple silver bangle given to her by Luna, a diamond necklace that's given to the Lady of the House of Potter with its crest imbedded in the single black drop hanging in between the white gold diamonds, and matching, dangling drop earrings that, like in the Potter House, were passed down to the Lady of the House of Black and their crest imbedded into the earrings.

A tempus cast by Eira, had them doing any last minute touches at the speed of light and rushing down the stairs. Thankfully, Fleur had been thoughtful enough to add an extra-duty sticking charm to her hair. A black peacoat was thrown on quickly and a black, Ted Baker, Geometric Bow clutch bag hanging from her shoulders.

The three apparated back down into the now clean and destruction free cafe. Eira immediately went behind the counter and grabbed a box and filled it with sweets- from cookies to cake pops, before gabbing one that she had left with a bow on it with a coffee cake inside and went to fill three medium foam cups with different flavored hot chocolates- one pumpkin spice flavored hot chocolate with marshmallows for Sherlock and a cinnamon flavored chocolate with marshmallows for Mycroft before preparing a honey graham cracker flavored hot chocolate with marshmallows for herself.

"PA's don't normally attend family dinner functions." Sirius said, a slight protective husk glinting in his eyes as he eyed his goddaughter, amusement in his voice.

"They do when Henrietta Holmes finds out that her eldest son, who runs the British Government and the family business, employed the Lady of the Houses of Potter and Black as his PA and wants to meet." Eira says offhandedly and Sirius jumps out of his seat, wide eyed and drawing all attention to him.

"Be careful around her, Pup. Henrietta Holmes is a force to be reckoned with and will use any means to get what she wants, which, last I heard, was marry one or both of her sons off." Sirius said with a scowl on his face. "Just like her father, whom tried arranging a marriage between us. Thankfully me and that woman have never been more than childhood friends."

Eira stared at the man for a moment before smiling. "You forget, Padfoot, I have a Slytherin Cunning and was practically raised by two Marauders. I'll be fine." She said, just as she saw a black town car pull into the empty space out front.

"I'll see you all sometime soon. Take the rest of the cookies with you if you want." She says while walking out of the cafe, the boxes stacked on each other and tied by a bow, foam cups in a bag.

The driver jogs over to her side and opens the door, seeing she can't, and she offers him a smile in thanks before sliding in across from Mycroft who raises an eyebrow at her.

"Finger sweets for your mother, and our desert after dinner; A hot chocolate for you." Placing the boxes down next to her, she hands over the cup with the british flag, a building that could only be assumed to be the Foreign Affairs building, and cake popping up from the cafe names print on the cup and his name scrawled neatly on it.

"Thank you." Mycroft says as he takes hold of the foam cup some amusement in his eyes as he watched his assistant smooth out her dress, a slight blush on her face as he took in her clothes.

Oddly enough, the two were matching somewhat, as the elder Holmes brother was dressed in his usual, pressed and ironed, three piece suit- an emerald green dress shirt the same shade of her dress, a black tie, and dark silver grey vest, suit jacket, and pants.

The ride to Sherlock's flat was mostly silent as Mycroft finished off some paperwork and Eira took care of some thing's from her phone. Soon enough they were at Sherlock's Flat and after five minutes of waiting, Eira receives a message telling her he was at a crime scene.

"He was called onto a crimescene just a few minutes ago. Says to get him there, he'll be done in a few minutes."

Mycroft stares at his PA and has her give the driver the address. Turns out he was only a five minute drive away from his flat and that was how they found themselves standing at a park, where there were three dead.

They had easily found Sherlock after bypassing the yellow tape and paying no mind to Sally Donovan. The eccentric man was kneeled next to a pretty young woman dressed for a night out. The moment they reached him, had he stood, dusted himself off, and turned to look at them, surprise on his face to see Eira with Mycroft.

"We must get going, Sherlock." Mycroft says glancing at the three bodies and his brothers clothes. Luckily he had the sense not to get on his knees as he usually would for things like this. "You can give the DI the details after dinner or tomorrow. We are already ten minutes late because of you."

"Stuff it, Mycroft. It could just as well be your fault and not mine." Sherlock said glancing at his brother before turning to look at Eira fully. "You're joining us for dinner. Why?"

Eira, if anything, was amused at the question. "Henrietta Holmes somehow managed to get wind of me being your brothers PA." She mumbled as they walked off the scene without a fight and paying no mind to the protests from the officers.

"Just let the freaks go, Lestrade. Not like we need him anyway." Anderson said and unfortunately for him, the three were still close enough to hear the man.

The weasel faced man soon found himself getting a roundhouse kick to the abdomen, which hurt twice as much thanks to the petite ebony's heels.

"I did warn you." She says with an angered glare. "Next time, i'll gut you, and strangle you with your own intestines." She finishes off and with one final glare she's strutting back to the awaiting brothers, her curls bouncing with every fluid step.

Dinner had been uneventful to say the least, but Eira found herself regretting not following her gut instinct this morning when making the cake. Because having added the calming draught to the coffee cake would have prevented what went on during the desert.

Thankfully, Mycroft had the right sense of mind to request a private room. Otherwise this would have been messier than it was.

And this is where our story truly begins! I think... I don't know yet. We'll all be finding out together next chapter I hope. Again I'm sorry about life getting in the way of this update. Hope you all enjoy! Review, Follow and Favorite please! Hope you Enjoy!