Not only this, she had given birth to the most beautiful baby girl in September. It had gotten to the point where she had finally had to break the news to her parents, her mother had fainted. Her father's reaction had been worse, however. He merely whispered, colder than a Winter night, that he had expected nothing less of his whore of a daughter. At this point, Paris had refused to disclose who the father was, and her father had threatened to disown her. It was her mother who had plead Paris' case, but not for Paris' sake, it seemed Camilla could not bare the thought of such an atrocity attached to the Devereux name.
So instead, her parents had paid an obscene amount of money to St. Mungos to keep the pregnancy, delivery etc. top secret. And once the baby was born, Paris rather had fancied the idea of moving somewhere quiet in Ireland, but then her duties as a Death Eater could not be abandoned. Of course, she could not explain this to her family, but simply asked them one last favor- that they allow the child to live in the manor, under the care of the same nannies Paris had when she was little. Her father had suggested, in response, killing them both. Camilla had saved Paris again at that point.
And now she had ended up here. Here, in the most filthy rundown area Paris had yet to step foot in, all Death Eater missions included. She walked, trying very hard to breathe as little polluted air as possible, down a narrow alley, nastier than anything she'd encoutnered thusforth. Paris could not believe that this was where Justin had consented to live. She was the most pristine thing, she assumed, to ever set perfectly expensive designer heels upon the grubby cobblestone ground. And she didn't look much different either, her long blonde hair was still in tact, and it fell loosely at her shoulders. She was still thin, thanks to a personal trainer and some charms that were only fairly legal.
But if anything, she did look somewhat older. The experience of giving birth and all the death eater business had pushed her into overdrive as far as growing up, and the heightened appreciation for life, the callousness, and the extinguished zest for life were apparent even in her stance and step.
She approached what she knew to be Justin's door, hesitated before allowing her hand to knock on the grimy door before doing so, and waited. She inwardly prayed....prayed that he'd be glad to see her, maybe. Pray he'd forget about what she'd done to him and Anjali....pray he'd want her, that she and Madyson and he could be a happy family....
Prayed that he'd provide her with an alternative to the lifestyle she'd been living lately.
Marni Karrigan //
love to save the pain of once my flame and twice my burn



