He was glaring down at her, but Paris didn't cower as she had been on the receiving end of this glare more times than she could count. She didn't quite know what she was doing here anyway, not after the last couple of things that had transpired between them. He'd nearly killed her, and she thought that he HAD killed their unborn child. Of course, delivery in September proved otherwise. Though, he wouldn't know about that. No, he assumed Madyson dead. Paris would keep it that way until it was safe. And then several things seems to happen to them at once. She got caught in the Death Eaters, Justin and Lucius had fought, she had been near certain Lucius would have killed Justin if given the oppurtunity by Avery.

And then in her own revenge she'd taken polyjuice to make herself look like Justin's beloved Anjali in a twisted plot to split them up that had proved satisfying but fruitless. And now here she stood, not quite sure why she was here, at his doorstep, a place she shouldn't even know the whereabouts of.

"So. Look. You see me. Now, go."

Paris bit her bottom lip and turned slightly, as if that may just be the end of it, and took one step toward the walk before turning half way around and stopping. She looked Justin over again. Her blue eyes were cold and steely, not the emotional mess they had been all year long. She was different now, that was clear, but in what ways were bound to be ambiguous to him. And though her divination powers were still somewhat novice she did her best to try and sense something from him besides disgust and hatred that radiated off of him. Yet, she could find nothing.

"Justin...Couldn't we talk? Like adults? That's...that's what we're supposed to be now right? I mean, you nearly killed me and I have the audacity to still stand here and ask you to talk...whether I'm courageous or stupid I'm not sure, but I think I deserve that much..." she trailed off looking a little sad and desperate towards the end.

And then she tried something that had never quite worked, but maybe today was the day for a miracle. "Please?"


i'll be sure to stay wary of you
love to save the pain of once my flame and twice my burn