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the name with sweetness. "I've never had the pleasure." She released Narcissa's hand and
took a step forward to greet him when her attention was distracted and her focus turned
to Harry's left.
She gaped, wide-eyed, and her mouth fell open in shock. "Sirius Black? Bloody hell,"
her sweet aristocratic tone fell an octave or two. "I haven't seen you since.. ." She paused
as she looked at the witch on Sirius's arm. "Holy shit."
"Holy shit," Mia muttered back at the woman, staring at her.
A voice called from the door, "Mother?"
"Daphne, take your sister and find a table outside; wait for me there," the blonde
ordered her daughter, who immediately obeyed, leaving the room. "Mia?"
"Laurel, what's going on here?" Pansy's mother demanded.
Laurel turned around with cold, fierce eyes and stormed toward the pair of brunette
witches, shoving Pansy's mother toward the door. "Fuck off, Posy. Pansy, take your mother
home." Once both witches were banished from the room, she spun on her heels. "How
the hell are you alive?"
Mia grinned and rushed forward to embrace her old friend.
Laurel hugged her back tightly. "No, but seriously, how are you alive? You
disappeared, and I hired investigators. Hyperion threw a damned fit about it, and I made
him sleep in his office for weeks."
Mia laughed loudly. "Oh, Merlin, it's so good to see you."
"I can't believe you're alive," Laurel said, wiping tears from her eyes as she and Mia
parted. "And why do you look twelve? You've always been younger than me, but now I
think you're throwing it in my face, you bitch."
"It's a long story," Mia replied, feeling an odd weight lifted from her shoulders.
"And you clearly remember Sirius."
Grinning at the man, she eyed his body with approval, something Mia allowed
without comment. "Of course. You look positively―" Laurel sighed pleasantly, smirking
when Sirius preened under the attention. "Just how I remember you. Not a murderer,
then?"
"Innocent of all charges," Sirius replied and kissed her hand in greeting.