Frigus . Sirius Black (Mortem BOOK 2)

chapter twenty-four

note: smut (it's bad read at your own risk)

April 25th, 1979 - Muggle London

Sirius was thriving off the attention he was getting at that random pub in London. He hadn't gone out like this in a very long time, always feeling as though he needed to be home with Nephera in case she was attacked, "So, are you a student?" asked a girl, coming up to him

He let his eyes travel over her figure, subconsciously comparing her to Nephera. She was pretty, beautiful, even, but her eyes lacked that darkness Nephera had that always captivated him, and she didn't walk with the same confidence. Not to mention that her voice had a certain whiny quality to it that he almost couldn't stand.

But maybe that's what he needed. Someone that was the exact opposite of Nephera, with no mind games, no sly comments. Just fun. besides, the girl was beautiful, blonde hair in tight curls framed her head, and she had bright blue eyes, truly, anyone would be jumping at the opportunity to be him at that moment.

"No, I don't," he answered, smirking down at her, "Kind of floating around in the moment,"

She laughed, a loud giggle that was so far from the sultry sound he had grown used to for the past year and a half, "I love that," she replied, "I wish I had the nerve to do that as well, instead of being stuck in a fucking philosophy degree,"

A few streets down, also in muggle London, Nephera was in a random club, although instead of picking up randoms she was accompanied by none other than Leon. The French Auror was conventionally attractive, not in the same aristocratic was Sirius was, but he had one thing Sirius could never offer her: an easily malleable mind.

She had finally achieved the same control she had with Adam all that time ago. Leon was practically eating out of the palm of her hand, he did whatever she told him too, and she loved it.

The two were dancing quite promiscuously to the songs playing, and that's when Nephera encountered her next problem. She was wearing a backless dress, and Leon's hands were headed straight for her back, where he'd be able to feel the scars that were concealed under the concealment charms she had placed.

She didn't want him to feel the ragged skin there, it would only ruin the mood and the last thing she wanted was for that to happen. Thankfully, Leon was a man, meaning that she took his hands and placed them over her ass instead of her back, he had absolutely no objection.

Nor did he have any objection when she leaned forward and connected their lips, "Merde," he groaned once she moved onto his neck, "Do you have any idea how long I've dreamed of this?"

"You and most people darling," she replied, smirking at the way his eyes widened at the nickname

The curious thing about her and Leon was the fact that the witch hadn't shagged him yet. No, she didn't draw physical satisfaction from Leon, but mental one, the way he was putty in her hands, the way she could flash him a smile while telling him to jump off a bridge and he'd do it without second thought.

Toxic? Most definitely.

But then again, why should she make an effort to be kind when life hadn't given her a single break?

Three hours later, in the early hours of the morning, Nephera and Leon were walking around Knockturn Alley. This was probably the last place the witch should be in, considering the fact that anyone there would jump at the opportunity of killing her for a hundred galleons, but she was honestly hoping one of them would attack her, give her a reason to hurt them.

"I am not sure about this Neph-" tried Leon

She hushed him before he could say her name, pulling the hood of her cloak higher over her face, "Don't say my name you idiot. And it's been far too long since I've visited the Alley, I need some things,"