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RORY STOOD FROZEN in place as Hermione tried to drag her up the stairs, but she knew it was pointless as the blonde had already seen Sirius's face among the dancing flames. Harry and Ron turned around immediately at the sound of Rory's voice, and Harry's eyes widened like he had just seen a ghost. Sirius's and Rory's eyes remained locked on one another, as the man didn't know if he should disappear or not.
"Why hasn't anyone answered my question?" Rory asked suddenly, breaking eye contact to look around at her friends. "Tell me why Sirius Black's head is in the fireplace . . . or I'll make you talk."
Ron grimaced at her tone, "Well you see, Rory, Sirius here is Harry's godfather and he's been writing letters asking questions about his scar, so Sirius decided to answer his questions."
"Oh, okay then," Rory started to walk away from her place behind the sofa. "I'm going to sleep now, because I think that's better than being here. Well, night."
And with that, she made a b-line towards the girl's dormitory, not bothering to look over her shoulder at her friends behind her.
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"Sage!" A man's joyous shout was sounded throughout the walls. "Come in, darling!"
And through the door walked Iris, dressed in a purple blouse, tucked into a black pencil skirt, and a pair of black heals. Her hair was curled this time, rather than the blunt style in the previous memory. And her usual smirk was plastered on her face as a file of papers were sat in her hands.
"Hello, Sol," she spoke smoothly, the image beginning to pan out to show Sol Kennedy, sitting at his office desk. "I heard you wanted to see me?"
"Yes," Sol nodded. With a flick of his wand, he drew the curtains down and closed the door. "And lock the door behind you."
Iris did just that, moving across the now dark room to the front of his desk and dropping her file of papers on top of it, "I don't think I'll need those now, will I?"
Sol stood from his seat, walking to be beside Iris, "No, you won't." And a small giggle erupted from her lips, "Great."
She pressed her lips against his, until she pulled away quickly, "Have you ended things with Carina yet?"
Sol's face fell, "Sage, you know I can't do that. We're married. We have two children!"
"Two?" Iris asked in surprise. "I thought you had a son, and that poor girl that Carina was forced to watch over. She's not yours."
