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[MEISSA AURELIA RIDDLE]

I DON'T BELIEVE, THAT EVERYTHING I KNOW ABOUT YOU
Is gone forever

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The streets of London were always an attractive prospect for the eyes of the young brunette that stalked purposefully through the crowds of muggles. Though it seemed her endless winding was simply a way for her to navigate through the people quickly, the actual motive was that she couldn't bare the thought of having her perfect skin be touched by such filth as the population that had been denied the gift of magic. How could you suggest that they were equals with such beings as herself, if they were deemed such a way by whatever higher power ruled over this world, then they would have been allowed to share in the secret that filled Meissa's world.

With the unnecessarily high heels that clad her bare and slender legs, clicking loudly on the exposed cobbles at her feet, she made quite a unmissable sight as she tugged the armful of folders tightly towards her. Work was the one thing of late that could capture her attention, and though she deemed the man she served to be little more than a muggle loving fool, the tasks she was assigned by him could change many things in this world for the better, and if they passed through the hands of Meissa Riddle, then they would be changed instantly.

Many had been in uproar at the controversial decision to appoint a girl such as herself in such a high up position as the Junior Undersecretary to the Minister, some even exclaimed that it was some sort of plot to take over the Ministry, place the Minister under an Imperius curse and once more try to overturn the ruling of the country. The angry cries had just made the girl smile, it was flattering that they thought herself capable of such a large task, a task that even her father had not been able to complete.

Thoughts of the infamous Tom Riddle rarely passed through her mind in days of late, it both angered and upset her to think of the way her father suffered like a common criminal behind the bars of such a filthy place. Did they not realise he deserved so much more than measly cell, guarded by beasts he had once commanded. The injustice of it all made the blood in her veins boil and her heart pulse wildly.

Pushing such thoughts from her mind she reached the end of the busy street and took a left down a much clearer road.

[kara]

HE OFTEN OBSERVED THESE PEOPLE. these people being the local muggles, of course. on some days where he would work only a few hours or not work at all, he would wander the streets of the muggles part of london. he would shop and sometimes he would sit on a lone bench or on a clean curb and watch the people who would pass. there were many things he liked about muggles. their clothing was one thing. they had color and comfort factors. they fit right and they were made to suit the weather. unlike wizards robes, which were always dark and made of thick, heavy, and unusually uncomfortable fabric. another thing was electricity. if wizards were so superior than how could they possible be beaten to the discovery of a light bulb or an automobile?

THESE THOUGHTS SWAM WITH NO DESTINATION THROUGH SCORPIUS' MIND. he took a long drag on rather suspicious looking hand rolled cigarette before flicking it to the other side of the road where it would eventually burn itself out. today he was sitting on a lone bench. technically, scorpius' position could be considered reclining, rather than sitting. his elbows were holding him up and his head was tilted back to the smoky blue sky. the street was relatively silent. a few cars passed with a quiet whoosh and sometimes a muggle would pass with a cellular phone held to their ear, muttering to another muggle. his eyes remained closed, because there was nothing interesting to watch.

SHE COULD ALWAYS MAKE AN ENTRANCE. even with his eyes closed he could hear meissa stomping passed him in a quick strut. he opened one eye to watch her walk, and opened the second and final eye when realizing who was walking passed him. a smirk seemed to dance its way onto his lips. you should really stop wearing that snarl,

[/color] he called to her, an obvious amused tone to his thick english accented voice. i'd hate for such an unwelcoming thing to be stuck forever on that lovely face of yours.[/color][/blockquote][/blockquote][/blockquote]

[MEISSA AURELIA RIDDLE]

I DON'T BELIEVE, THAT EVERYTHING I KNOW ABOUT YOU
Is gone forever

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With files piled in her slender arms, there was no mistaking that there was something on the girls mind, after all, there was a rare time you would find her in such a state of unreadiness, she rarely carried such things in visible sight, preferring to hide them within the folds of her magically enhanced bag, but today, haste had taken her and she had left her Office quickly, dodging those that wished to hinder her and shooting them a less than savory look that had sent them immediately reeling in the opposite direction. Ever since she had been forced to meld to the will of Albus Potter in a way that she was not used to, there had been a stormy air around the girl when she set foot in her place of work, causing people to flee from her gaze more effectively than she was used to. It was work for such a project that was now clutched in her hands, precariously caught between her fingers as she struggled with the turmoil inside her. One voice raged at her to throw it all away, the words she had shared were no ones business by her own and her families, they did not need to become part of the Ministrys many case studies on the Riddle empire, but the other warned her of the damage it would do to her to toss such important files.

A sigh racked her thin body as she came to a halt, grateful for the dim in the crowd on this particular street. It was no doubt down to the slightly less safe area she had passed into, but there were few things she feared in this world, and wayward muggles waving big shiny knifes at her or fixing the point of a big black gun on her face were not one of those things. The dancing words that floated on the air towards him were the only things to rip her from her internal struggle and repair the look of grace she was more used to. Straightening her back, the unsure twisted frown was gone from her lips, replaced by a pleasant and almost welcoming smile that remained in place as she pushed the black binders conspicuously inside her expensive dragon skin hang bag.

The voice had been recognisable instantly, the owner had played a star role in her childhood after all, it would have been foolish of her to misplace it. On the heel of her shoe she turned easily to face him, already picturing the face that would greet her eyes. Would you still find me more attractive than that wife of yours? the teasing drawl was common between them and though many would think her words were a joke, and he would dismiss them easily, the arrogance inside her would not let her even think that her words were not the truth As you obviously do now?.

[kara]

SHE WAS STUNNING. of course she knew that; she would never be as narcissistic if she wasn't aware of her good looks. she had always been a beauty in the eyes of him and in the eyes of nearly every straight man and gay woman that had laid their eyes on her. would he tell her that he found her more attractive than the woman he shared his life with, home with, secrets with? the woman he shared nearly everything with? it was too dangerous a weapon to hand over to this powerful witch. instead he smiled, stood, and took a few steps toward her. let's just say you'll make some man very lucky.

[/color] he took another step toward her, leaving only a few inches of air between them. he gave her a quick kiss on her cheek. if you can ever find a man that can keep up with you, that is.

HIS EYES DANCED IN THEIR SOCKETS, TRYING TO TAKE HER ALL IN. these two had watched each other grow. they had attended the same school in the same house. they had even had their own idea and experience of romance. these days, though they worked in the same facility, he rarely saw her. a lazy smile hung on his lips while his eyes scanned her. from her hair to her toes she was perfect. was it a good thing for one person to hold so much beauty? his eyes fell upon her bag. this bag made him think of fashion and his mind wandered back to the subject of muggles. miss meissa riddle in muggle london. well isn't that unusual. what are you up to, m?[/color][/blockquote][/blockquote][/blockquote]

[MEISSA AURELIA RIDDLE]

I DON'T BELIEVE, THAT EVERYTHING I KNOW ABOUT YOU
Is gone forever

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In a strange way, she was actually glad for the interruption her old childhood sweetheart presented for her, the worries that had flown through her mind moments before had already been pushed to the back of the mind, ready for the distraction that was Scorpius Malfoy. Though even now after all this time, the truth was that she was still glad to see him for the company he gave her, there was a part that would always exist inside her that longed for the man that stood before him, for his love, his approval and his presence, but it was all part of a childish dream that had once been, and was now replaced by the bitter reality that she had been replaced by a less female form, who was not only a Weasley but was.. ginger! The very thought of it made he scoff. Not that the notion of jealousy would ever leave her pursed lips.

Pulling her back up her shoulder she relaxed easily, the tensions ebbing away now the problem that had tortured her was disappearing from her consciousness. Let's just say you always were one for understatements Scorpius the smile that had appeared on her face was playfully teasing and the light behind her eyes that shone from the chocolaty orbs was surprisingly warm. Allowing him to step towards her, a privilege that few enjoyed, she received the kiss and returned it quickly, though hers was noticeable closer to his lips than his had been to hers. Some old habits did die hard. No matter how many times she saw him draped over that woman, there would be a part of her that always saw the pale boy as her own, as he had always been intended to be.

Despite the space of time that had passed since their last meeting, it was as it always was with the two of them, comfortable and familiar as they slipped into the old routine that they had possessed since they were children. At the question she pricked up her ears and played with the small zip pull of her deep green bag, the colour still her favourite after all these years. I thought it would be nice to walk some of the journey home, popping from place to place does get slightly tiring with a wry smile she met his perfect almond eyes. I missed the scenery.

[kara]

HE WONDERED IF THERE WOULD ALWAYS BE A PART OF HIM THAT WANTED TO TOUCH HER. his fingers tingled at their tips. he wanted to reach his hand up and stroke his thumb across her cheek bone. he wanted to trace his longer fingers along her lips. he also wanted to trace those lips with his tongue. it was a habit he had turned into a familiar routine. now he could not do such things. the habit had not died hard, it was easy to give up. the longing to continue this habit was the hard thing to kill. he buried his tingling hands into the pockets of his low trousers for a few moments and gave his own lips a lick before imprisoning his tongue behind his teeth.


HE OFFERED HER A SMALL SMILE AND HIS ARM. he would escort her around the part of london she disliked most - at least then there would be something she liked. or he would escort her to a dark alley where she could apparate to wherever she need be. come on, then. we'll check out the scenery together, then.

[MEISSA AURELIA RIDDLE]

I DON'T BELIEVE, THAT EVERYTHING I KNOW ABOUT YOU
Is gone forever

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There was always a taste of wariness hanging in the air around the two whenever they were thrust together at the will of the world. Not even a stranger could miss the meaning behind each lingering glance, each stolen touch, but it was also plain that neither of them would allow a slip of the facade. No matter how hard Meissa lusted for the man and the past that had slipped from her grasp, she would not be the one to beg for something that should rightly be her own.

It had been a cruel deal of fate that had split them, and even to this day she could not pinpoint what hod gone wrong to tear them apart, maybe it was the arrogance that they could spend their school years in freedom, foolishly thinking that no matter what happened and no matter who caught their eye, they would return to each other easily as it had always meant to be.

There were few times she allowed herself to think of such things, but it was inescapable that her mind would wander that far back at the sight of those features so painfully familiar. Though neither had noticed, they eyes had traced each other closely simultaneously, each desire sparking fiercely through both of them at the need inside them.

Stepping up to the mark as was proper, she linked her arm easily through his, the two slender forms entwining in a swirl of colors that united two great people. Grateful that he was willing to give up his time to entertain her, even at the price it would cost him when he returned home, she allowed herself to walk back from the alley where temptation had almost over taken her. As they neared the crowd of people she took a discrete but deep breath, fighting against the reaction in her body at the sight of such filth. You always were a gentleman Scorpius my love the drawl was good natured as she hid how important this was to her.

So, are we hiding from work? or the ball and chain? No, Meissa would never miss a chance to put down that red haired wench.

[kara]

HE HAD DONE EVERYTHING HE HAD EVER DONE FOR A REASON. to piss other people off and to entertain himself. meissa had known this. and rose had been one those things he planned to do to piss his parents and his friends off and to entertain himself. he never imagined that he would like the smell of her hair, the feel of her skin, or the sound of her voice. not as much as he did, anyway. he had never expected she would change his mind about everything. the weasley clan was not as disgraceful as everyone had tried to convince him. in the absence of money ( even though their vaults were filling due to who they were marrying and what career paths they were taking ) the had courage. another thing was that the world really was a better place without the dark lord - something he would never tell meissa. he loved her too much to tell her that their current state of living was the best it was ever going to be, even if that meant her father would die in that prison.

HE WATCHED HER WHILE HIS MIND FILLED WITH RAMBLING THOUGHTS. he wanted their community to remain the same as it was these days. did that mean he wanted everything to stay the same? no. he was torn, honestly. he could not pick a side, and though there was a shining wedding band on his left hand, he was torn between women. he never believed potter was more powerful than the dark lord, just damn lucky. the world was better off is the dark lord stay imprisoned, or lost his hunger for power. he couldn't honestly say that he would sign up with the order of the phoenix if the dark lord escaped, though. he had never decided which side he would support if that ever happened. though, he had figured that if meissa had ever gained her fathers hunger and started another civil war between wizards, he would never be able to fight her. while he knew this, and while he was still picturing himself pressing her to the wall of the alley they were turning into and pressing his lips to her lips and kissing along the skin of her neck, he knew that he loved rose.

HE TOOK A DEEP BREATH. he blinked for the first time in a few minutes and licked his lips. avoiding an empty home. he didn't even bother to defend his wife. he had made himself rather tired.

[MEISSA AURELIA RIDDLE]

I DON'T BELIEVE, THAT EVERYTHING I KNOW ABOUT YOU
Is gone forever

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Throughout her childhood there had been many people in her life that had been twisted and taken from her, whether their path simply chose a different road from the one she herself followed making them unreachable to her grasp, or they had gone forever. In a world that she had grown up in, it wasn't rare for people to simply leave, to give up on such an existence and bury themselves in the culture of another country or the anonymity a new life would give them. The simple reminder of such things made it easier for her to appreciate people like Scorpius, who, although they had left her in one sense of the world, they would never leave her side in another.

From now on she would try to remember that a little more and appreciate those who could still tolerate her enough to be within a meters radius of her. Though compared to many there were few such people, even such a realisation would never drive her to become friends with the circle that Scorpius emerged himself frequently. Handling one potter at work was enough for any girl, let alone one such as she. There were always too many prying eyes, trying to gage the situation as two of the worlds greatest enemies children 'squared up to each other,' it was ridiculous, though, Meissa would of course crush Albus if it came to wand work.

To have everyones eyes upon you had never bothered her, it had always been Semela who had worried about the perception or others, imagining enemies in every corner ready to blast her away for the crimes of her Father. It was no way to live her life but then again, who was Meissa to lecture another on how they lived their life?

She had spent the last few years in love with a married man, it was hardly healthy, and though it rarely passed through her mind anymore, the reality of him stood before her brought it all back to her quickly and like a flood that wished to drown her. It was true she should just give up, and in truth she had, the old Meissa might have attempted to win him back with cunning deceit and seduction, but what good would it do them? The possible outcome of losing one of her closest friends forever was not worth any of the childish revenge tactics she considered.

In a hardly disguised way her ears pricked at the words he spoke, but she help back poisoned words more surprisingly than she would have expected. That bad? Now come on, there must be some reason why you married her? Some redeeming factor that makes you want to run home to her little freckled arms, there was an airy innocence to her words, as if she truly did not mean to insult the absent woman.



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[kara]

HIS EYES FELL AWAY FROM HER FACE. instead, he watched his feet as they walked. i can't explain my attraction to her to you, it's an impossible task trying to find the words to explain it.

[/color] his eyes counted how many steps his feet were taking. if she were at home, i would be there, too. she spends hours on end working that damn job of hers,[/color] for the first time in a long time, scorpius could feel himself losing his cool. he looked to meissa's face. perhaps it was the fact that his first love was practically in his arms. years ago she would have already seduced him and they'd be fighting for the top position on his dormitories four poster bed. now, he was here with her, speaking of his wife. his wife who he slept next to every night, but never had a chance to converse with anymore. he was, though he would not admit it, lonely. damn lonely.

HE TOOK A DEEP BREATH. he even shook his head, lightly, trying to rid his poor mind of such thoughts. he licked his lips and let a smile spread from one corner of his lips to the other corner. i'd be more than just inside her little freckled arms,[/color] his smile turned into a smirk. his eyes, though, fell back to his feet. stopping her and offering his arm may have been a mistake. her company always made him question himself.[/blockquote][/blockquote][/blockquote]

[MEISSA AURELIA RIDDLE]

I DON'T BELIEVE, THAT EVERYTHING I KNOW ABOUT YOU
Is gone forever

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Listening to him speak she fought the slightly horrified expression that sought to take over her features at the prospect of Scorpius explaining to her exactly what it was that made him want to take is wife and throw her into bed, to Meissa. Don't worry, I'll just guess you believe it's what inside that counts whenever this subject arose there were only two routes for her to take, either outright insulting and nasty, or jokily so, constantly niggling at details through amusing one liners and half truths. She deduced that right now was not the time for outright hatred.

Slightly appeased that he had raised his eyes towards her once more instead of staring at those damned shoes she caught the gist of his meaning, but how could such a little problem of being overworked bother him so much? Rose got the entire evening and morning with Scorpius, that was more than Meissa had. Maybe you should get a hobby, or a real job the flippant solutions left her easily, she was hardly the person to lecture on marriage relations, there had been no one serious for her since Scorpius after all.

As he attempted a joke, disgust was evident on her face and she made a very audible expression of her feeling as a smirk spread his features. It wasn't perhaps the most lady like reaction she could have given but the half grunt half gag had been much more expressive than any words she could ever give him. The thought of those two after all was just, wrong.

Yet the mood that had settled over him was not one that she would have paired with the smile that curled his sculptured lips, there was something going on deep inside that mind that he was not telling her, and more likely than not, was not willing to share. If she had had little respect for him as a wizard she would have used the power she had acquired from her pushy mother over him, to unlock such troubling thoughts and solve them herself, but the possibility that he would welcome such actions with open arms was slim to none.

Are you going to tell me what's bothering you or am I to assume that those delightful shoes are much more interesting than me? as was always her voice hung with authority and there was a very proper edge to her words but the added Or am I simply too distasteful to look at? brought back the friendly side of her easily.

[kara]

HE HAD NO INTENTION TO OPEN HIS MOUTH. he didn't want to. he also didn't want to peel his eyes away from his shoes. what was it that he could say: i'm lonely!? he'd sound too much like a pussy. instead he would nibble on his bottom lip in silence. it felt like he was building a wall between them, and he felt a hot itch on the back of his neck: guilt. he had known this woman since she was a girl, and he was embarrassed to open up to her? he had never used to be. he heard her words over his own thoughts. exactly!

[/color] he exclaimed. he exploded. a hobby! a real job! i thought i'd found those.[/color]

HOW HAD SHE MANAGED THIS? to make scorpius emotionally fall to his knees and bow his head in failure. quite literally his head was bowed. she hadn't even intentionally done it, he knew that. was she internally, without realizing it, punishing him for marrying beneath him? was she trying to piss him off - using his own weapon against him? was he just paranoid? either way he needed a smoke, a drink, and to lay flat on his back in his bed at home. he pulled his arm loose from hers and replaced his eyes to her face for the first time in several minutes. i have to go,[/color] he dismissed himself. he glanced cautiously around the street they had ended up on, noticed no lurking muggle, and raised his wand.

WITH A POP, HE WAS GONE FROM THE STREET AND ON THE DOOR STEP OF HIS MANOR.[/blockquote][/blockquote][/blockquote]

[MEISSA AURELIA RIDDLE]

I DON'T BELIEVE, THAT EVERYTHING I KNOW ABOUT YOU
Is gone forever

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To show ones weakness was a display of lack of power, and Meissa had always believed so, she had never expected herself to react to this situation with a pang of sympathy that harshly reminded herself of the wash of loneliness that reared its ugly head every so often when she was sat at home alone with nothing to do but work.

As he was already walking she replied with a quiet real jobs aren't all they're cracked up to be and as for hobbies? Hell she had one of the biggest anyone could manage, but it didn't fill all the hours in her day. Finally noticing his eagerness to escape the truth a furrow appeared beneath her brow and her mouth dropped open in an exclamation to halt his progress, but before the words could tumble from her mouth he was gone, the loud crack the only reminder that he had once stood there.

Annoyance was her first reaction, but determination was quickly followed. She would not be got rid of so easily. In a similar motion she pulled her wand from her bag and turned, disappearing in an instant just as the boy before her. The destination was a guess but it proved right and as she landed a few steps behind him, announced already by the crack she was already moving forward. OI! it was a highly common phrase for her but effective.

Catching up with him she fixed him with a knowing glare. You can't run away from this that easily brushing off the too evident point that she cared about the marital situation she added with nonchalance and you of all people should know you can't get away from me that easily

[/color] a wry smile had settled on her lips as she cocked her head to the side, the actions she had displayed were a surprise to even her, but they were a glimpse to Scorpius of the girl he had once known.
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