Question Series: Chapter 11th.
Question Series: Chapter 11th.
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Author Notes: Alright because some of my readers asking whom is whom in my story let me listed it out for you, they who are not originally came from Devil Wears Prada universe and the famous Harry Potter’s universe.
First TV Serial, ‘West Wing.’
1. Jed Bartlet, Abbey Bartlet and Zoey Bartlet: in this serial they are The President of The United States, the First Lady and their youngest daughter.
2. Leo McGarry: Chief of Staff of the White House.
3. Josh Lyman (Deputy of Chief of Staff), Toby Ziegler (Communication Director), Sam Seaborn (Deputy of Communication Director), and C.J. Gregg (Press Secretary.) They are the White House Senior Staff.
4. Kate Harper (NSA Deputy), Gina Toscano (Secret Service and personal-agent for Zoey.)
Second TV Serial, ‘Guiding Light.’
Rafael Rivera - Spencer: He is son of Natalie Rivera who wed to a Beacon Hotel’s owner, namely, Olivia Spencer who has a daughter in name of Emma.
Now because I have listed those characters for they who didn’t know, let’s start with the story. If you want to know characters that you didn’t know do message me, I will write it on next chapter. That’s all.
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After the catastrophe on Saturday evening hit her life, Andy now was left to evaluate the major and drastic change of her life. While Rafael returned with a large bag of baby-formula that made Andy believed he purchased of all type the milk brands, he went to lead a group of wizards to clean and repair the penthouse. All was done in an hour.
Andy on the other hand made the milk with Miranda eyeing her like a hawk, the Editor of course make sure Andy remembered how to make milk for ‘THEIR’ baby step-by-step. Zoey was over the moon, already planning to buy lots of clothes for the child, of course something that she had spent nearly an hour discussing it with her mother and Miranda through speaker-phone including fighting to pick up a name for the baby while savoring their dinner. They settled on the clothing-issues but the name issue was left behind, for now.
That aside, when Miranda decided it was time for her to go home, her baby-girl crying nonstop stopping Miranda who just stepping one foot out of the penthouse. Andy, Miranda and Zoey were trading confused look before Andy gives an experiment by pulling Miranda back into her penthouse. The baby went silent. Yet the child make another fuss completed with streaming tears when Miranda again put one foot outside, Andy and Zoey swore the Editor was having fun with this sudden game (for her) but of course Miranda denied it vehemently.
Andy began suspecting her daughter must have been blessed by Aphrodite the Goddess of Love instead Artemis the Goddess of Moon for row of events came thanks to the baby’s cries that worked like a cupid with his infamous arrow. She only went silence and even dozing when Andy and Miranda sat in one sofa. When Leo leading Senior-Staffs stumbling into the Penthouse and Toby let his temper take the better of him… the baby who sat on Miranda’s lap started sneezing and turned the poor man into giant ice cube, before they could gone panic, the ice shatters not three seconds later. Andy had picked her daughter and put her on her lap, chiding the child as best as she could to scold a baby, only to twitching finding the baby once again obviously disliking Toby’s loud voice gave a sneeze… setting him up in flame that only for a second thus no physical damages to Toby Ziegler… sans his mental-state and he seems learning his lesson and always keep his voice low including staying as far as he could from the baby. Others found it’s amusing thus, laughed. But Andy need to keep her baby as far as she could from Kate, the brunette got a feeling the blonde Commander is very tempt to ‘borrow’ her girl and brought her somewhere possibility to burn or froze the foes of U.S. nation is too high. And from Miranda too, the brunette got a feeling the Editor who got this ‘gleaming’ eyes, would likely sneak the baby into the Runway’s next budget meeting to burn or froze or simply to terrorize certain Chairman… Andy made a mental note to keep extra eyes on her baby-girl… when that time come around.
She could handle those issues. But not afterward, not once others who exhausted and dragging themselves into guests-bedrooms inside Zoey’s penthouse where it becomes their temporary-quarters, leaving only Miranda, Andy and the baby inside Andy’s penthouse, did the more troublesome issues came. If Andy already thought sitting next to Miranda on same sofa already embarrassing, it is pale in comparison what her baby demand with her cries.
She only wanted to get showered by Miranda but Andy too should be there. She got baby-clothes Andy purchased it by sending poor Rafael but the child continued nuzzling Miranda’s clothes who somehow understand what she wanted and told Rafael, “Get me Channel No. 5. That’s all.”
The handsome Latina simply scratching his head in confusion, he didn’t get offended Miranda ordering him, nope. He surely would tease his new mom with this experience, what confuse him to no end, why on earth Miranda wanted him to buy a perfume at 10 o’clock in evening? He erupted into deafening laughter once he returned with the Queen’s request and saw Miranda spraying the perfume to the baby’s clothes and got triumphal smirk she directed to Andy as the baby sat in silent, didn’t crying at all and even stop nuzzling Miranda’s blouse. “Your gene, definitely your genes,” Andy hissed through clenching teeth. “I don’t need DNA test anymore to know she got your genes just fine!”
“Don’t be ridiculous, Andréa. Of course you didn’t need DNA test anymore.” Miranda drawled, voice laden with pride when she added: “One look to her right eye and you know she got my gene.” ignoring Andy palmed face and practically throwing out Rafael from her penthouse and slammed the door close leaving the handsome Latina guy continued hooting inside the corridor.
Andy too learned and blamed Miranda that her baby-girl becomes little-terror as the baby only wanted to sleep when she is positioned between her birthmother’s pillows and…Miranda’s. She kept crying until Andy gave up and literally crawling to Miranda inside guest-bedroom, telling the Editor her daughter didn’t want to get sleep unless Miranda sharing her bed. So both women laid on the same bed, on different sides, Miranda are on right and Andy on left with the baby-girl on spacious space between their pillows. The child is sound a sleep, Miranda got her back facing Andy, whilst the later… fighting back a blush and kept telling herself that the reason she was facing Miranda’s back -who wearing a white-Yukata she borrowed from Andy as the editor didn’t planning to spend her night here- is because Andy need to make sure her daughter wouldn’t roll around and disturbing the editor’s sleep… and not ogling and got a fairly ‘active’ imagination that nearly cooked her brain alive.
Mumbling “…I know she got a smooth back in that Valentino dress but for her wearing my yukata…” another image that involving of certain editor and herself in process taking off that very thin material sent all of her bloods to Andy’s face making her head (in particular) nearly glowing red inside the dark bedroom. “…Not again…” Andy groaned shutting her eyes closed while mentally slapping her own forehead, why she cannot clear her mind? Her body felt heavy a clear sign of exhaustion. She needs rest. She needs a proper sleep. And here she is, instead got a much needed sleep she deserved. “…I’m acting like a bloody horny rabid-dog in mating season.” Andy didn’t hear anything; she didn’t even feel the bed dip slightly as Miranda rolled around and wrapped her arms around the younger woman who went as stiff as a log. “Shh.” The older woman whispered while pressing her lips against Andy’s warm forehead, “let’s get some sleep first. We would talk once we woke up and ready. Now sleep.”
To Andy’s surprise, she does fall a sleep afterward and doesn’t wakeup until near eight in morning when she found her baby gone, Miranda too is gone, and a piece of a note placed on top of the pillow the editor had occupied that stating Miranda would return again as she need to go home to change her clothes and… “Borrowing MY baby!?” Andy is wide eyes. Okay, she didn’t think her daughter would be in danger if she gone with Miranda. No. Au contrary, she knew how fierce Miranda when it comes to her girls and Andy have all faiths Miranda would do the same to her daughter. Yet a suspicious feeling clawing inside her chest, Andy got a bad feeling that Miranda would return not only with her baby… but certainly with row of new clothes and items. “…she is sharpening the genes in my girl’s,” Andy muttered viciously, “I know it. She is sharpening her genes my baby got from her.” Ignoring how Rafael snickering while savoring his breakfast or how certain blonde Commander acted like she continued watching the TV show with C.J. burying her face to her shoulder to muffle her mirth, Andy marched to the kitchen to get a mug of coffee and marched back up to the second-floor all the while muttering certain Queen of Fashion brainwashing her daughter to be ‘Princess of Fashion,’ “Last night is Channel. Channel No. 5 sprayed all over her clothes and blankets before she wanted to wear her baby-clothes and fall a sleep. What’s next? Valentino!?” the brunette slammed the door of her bedroom behind her muffling the laughter that erupted from the first floor and marched into her bathroom. She need shower, she need to calm down, as she need to prepare a room for the baby… and most definitely items Miranda bought.
So deep in her own troubled-mind, Andy completely failed to notice the ‘missing’ presence of her cousin, who usually giving her morning hug in baby-koala way (patent pending), Zoey Bartlet.
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When Miranda woke up this morning it took the Fashion Diva entire minute to understand she wasn’t dreaming. That she is indeed inside Andy’s penthouse since yesterday. That waking up with the brunette snuggled to her front and in her arms is heavenly sensation she wanted to spend the rest of her life waking up with this feeling. That now she fully knows, at least, most of Andy’s secrets had been shared with her. And to top of it, she got a pretty baby-girl looking down at her and her birthmother with sleepy gaze that slowly clearing signaling the baby is fully awake. But like her Andréa had told Miranda, the child seems reticent to speak unless she wanted something. Mismatch orbs of auburn nearly crimson of her left eye so warm and contrast with her right eye, the cool icy blue. Miranda’s chest swelled with pride of ‘who’ gave that very orb to the child. Even she still a baby, Miranda didn’t doubt the child born with high capacity of intelligence.
The child too is expressive. Perhaps because her own birthmother wore her heart in her sleeve, Miranda could easily read Andréa like an open book, that same goes to her daughter. The baby was on her belly, looking at Miranda hugging her mother with cute adorable look for few minutes now. But something slowly disturbing her, Miranda watched her with worry, confused of why the baby little by little seems restless. The child indeed started moving and her skin as white as a snow gradually turned pink as if she felt hot, like having a fever. Carefully disentangle herself from Andréa, Miranda sit up on the bed and picked up the baby-girl, her maternal-instinct that well-trained having twin identical monsters for years now took control of her. The editor caught it’s around 06.20 AM on Sunday and immediately make her way into Andréa’s bathroom. Miranda doesn’t know why but her maternal-instinct told her, the baby-girl only needs a shower.
And indeed Miranda found she more in love with the baby-girl and cannot wait to tell her daughters that they got an extremely smart baby-sister by the ‘morning-shower’ experience. Checking the baby’s pampers to Miranda’s surprise it’s clean but the baby keep sweating as if… something click, the editor hurriedly picked her up and brought her into the small cubicle of the lavatory. Miranda only needs to position her and holding the baby-girl as the later relieved herself, the editor of course need to clean the baby and flushed the toilet. Something in the baby-girl’s behaviors and actions told Miranda that the child perhaps got a form as a baby, yet her mind more mature than other baby. ‘Well, she does sleeping for near four years,’ Miranda reasoned whilst taking her own shower the Editor keep tossing a quick glance to direction of the baby she put inside the hand basin. It’s quite big, enough for a baby like her to use it as a makeshift bathtub.
Miranda was forced to wear yesterday clothes that already got cleaned, dried and ready for her to use, but it will make it for now. Drying the baby-girl Miranda brought her down to the living room where the baby’s clothes still on top of the low-table, she cannot help but smirking lopsidedly as she once again she need to spray the perfume she purchased last night to her new clothes before the child sat still allowing Miranda to put the clothes. The editor twitching though finding the baby-clothes Andy purchased through Rafael and several agents all only got one style, a t-shirt and a short and most of it in colors of white, neon-pink and bright equally annoying neon oranges that made Miranda wondering where on earth those agents purchased the clothes and make mental note to find who this imbecile designer dare to put such annoying color for a baby clothes. Her ire immediately flared, eyes rolling of how…plebian clothes they bought for her and Andréa’s baby. That make her chest warming again, the idea she got a new baby no matter how the process successfully distracting her ire, again another smirk tugged on her lips especially seeing the baby eyeing the pile of pink clothes with a look that reminding the editor with herself whenever the older woman felt displease. Although the baby’s look lacking of the pursed lips, but Miranda knew the child is unhappy with the too-bright neon-pink color of clothes. One look to the pile of orange-clothes however… “She is livid,” said Zoey who had showering and put a casual clothes and now striding to the living-room where Miranda sat with the baby on top of the low table, looking to the pile of orange clothes without blinking. “Good morning, Miranda.”
“Good morning, Zoey.” Miranda greeted her back, tipping her head regally as Gina brought a paper-basket with four paper-cups. “I got your usual latte, Ms. Priestly. Andy told Zoey and I heard it.” Gina kindly gave the scalding-hot latte to the Editor, a cappuccino to Zoey and took her own black coffee leaving the last coffee that supposedly for Andy, laid on the kitchen counter for the brunette to take once she woke up. Pleased she got her favorite coffee first in morning, “How you know she is livid?” Miranda asked Zoey.
“That’s how Aunt Minerva showed her anger,” Zoey pointed to the baby who continued eyeing the pile of clothes unblinkingly, “Watch,” grinning Zoey picked up the cloth on the very top of the pile by her right hand while using her free hand to snatch the pile of clothes away from the baby’s vision-range. The child gives a slow blink and visible relaxing her tiny form, stashing the clothes away; however Zoey dangled the clothes she took first between her right thumb and index finger. Then she swished it playfully to the baby’s left side, the child’s eyes immediately hardening while her tiny form went rigid again she gave sharp look to the side and blink in confusion as she saw nothing on her left side. Stifling a giggle Zoey swished the clothes now on the baby’s right side, the child’s head immediately whipped around again, confused of nothing there.
“Aunt Minerva is quite temper person,” Zoey said seeming deep in her game with the baby, “Andy got Aunt Amelia’s more patient gene thus my cousin’s temper only blow up once in awhile. It’s rarely happened but once she does so, Leo told me, even dad always seeking the deepest and strongest bunker to hide.” As she spoke and continued taunting the poor baby, the child visibly grow frustrated, confused and ready to cry but her eyes seems glowing brighter and turned sharper if it could.
“Aunt Amelia said, Andy too cannot stand such taunting games, she could stand she played like what I did till count ten before losing her control.” She and the other two older companions noted at seventh time the child cannot find the mysterious ‘orange’ thing, the child begin shedding tears of frustration. On the tenth, the child seemed already giving up and dissolves into sobbing yet still moving her head and eyes side to side. Once it goes to thirteen however, dual eyes ablaze with white-hot fury, the angry cry the baby let loose is the only signal for Zoey to release the clothes and yanked her hand away from the orange clothes that immediately receive sparks of electricity, and a dancing blue flame radiated and came from the angry baby… “Oh my,” reaching down Zoey picked up the now tattered clothes and holding it with two hands to see the devastating damages on the fabric, “not only got strike by thunders, but burned,” she blinked when the rest of the material crumbles, “…and frozen too…” she mused genuinely curious as she poking and picking the tiny pieces of what originally a t-shirt. “…Looks like ‘thirteen’ make her got better patience than Andy let alone Aunt Minerva… but promising fatal devastating damage overpowering the two of them…”
A soft cough from Gina made Zoey lifted up her head to look at her agent and to follow her gaze, the brunette twitching finding not only the material she had used to taunt the baby that got ‘killed’ but other oranges clothes she put away too had been reduced into…something that more like a pile of sands… an orange sands to be precise. “…definitely more vicious…” Zoey deadpanned poking the baby’s cheek who lifted up her head and glowing plainly pleased she had remarkably brought down her foes… or everything that offending her in a complete destruction, leaving no survivor at all. “I wonder Andy usually gave mercy and not like…” Zoey stopped pondering where the baby got this ‘complete-kill’ one look to Miranda, “…why I didn’t surprise,” the brunette murmured to Gina who although smirking make sure to inch away from the glowing-with-pride Miranda Priestly.
At seven o’clock Miranda was drove by Gina to her townhouse as she need to change her clothes and to get new clothes for the baby that latched to her arm, refusing to be leaved behind especially when her birthmother still sleeping. Zoey of course hopped into the car to play with her niece. Miranda was surprised when as soon as she entered the Townhouse with Zoey, Gina and the baby, she found her babies thundering down from upper-floors.
“Mom!”
“Mom!
“Welcome home!” they said in unison as both coming to stop, arms already spread around and ready to lunge at the Editor but stopped in comical poses staring unblinkingly to the guests and to the mysterious baby-girl in their mother’s arms. Slowly dropping their arms back to the sides, Caroline and Cassidy trading a look in their usual twin-way to communicate before Caroline cried out, “No way!” followed with Cassidy gasping loudly, “in a night!?” then in their usual uncanny unison both declared, “you got a baby from Andy in one night!? How that even possible!?”
It took entire years of training for Gina to turn around, closed the front door and the agent slumped against the wood unsuccessfully muffling her laughter while Zoey, didn’t bother at all to conceal her own mirth. Miranda’s cheeks went pink although her lips curled into a small smirk, a bit embarrass by her daughters’ straightforward accusation that amusing too. “Hello Bobbseys. The details of how I got this baby from Andréa would be told by Andréa herself although yes, by now, the baby is Andréa and mine.” She smiled wider as both girls’ eyes lit up, “We got a little sister?” Cassidy squealed in giddy while Caroline breathing out, “that’s awesome.”
However Miranda’s eyes went stern, “however, how come the two of you are here when you two supposedly still staying with your father till this evening?” she demanded. She could guess what kind of trouble the girls threw to their father’s face that makes the man loss all patients but never once sending them back like this. The two redheads were immediately sobering from the euphoria having little sister and now got their heads hung lows. “It’s not our fault, mom.” Caroline began. “We keep our promise to you to act nice.” She took a hold of her twin’s hand who now taking charge to inform Miranda. Turned out, their father’s girlfriend throw a small gathering with her friends on yesterday afternoon with their father. The gathering started innocently only foods and couple of wines involved but it grew heavier as one of the girlfriend’s friend in that gathering start smoking…
“They acted weird, mommy.” Cassidy by now already crying, hugging her twin seeking comfort like Caroline as both seems terribly frightened and shaking. “We went to dad to borrow his phone, we wanted to talk with you, but he called you in that weird condition. He seem angry afterward you disconnect his call, continued drinking and sharing cigarette with them and, and,” Cassidy didn’t say more as she sobbed openly though Caroline croaked out, “when Cass wanted to borrow the phone again he backhand her and throw us into our bedroom.” Releasing her twin’s hand Caroline lifted up her right sleeve showing an angry bruise on her right upper-arm. “That came from his hold on me and Cass got one on her back after avoiding his hit but fall off the porch.”
“Oh my God!” Miranda is glad as Zoey quickly snatched the baby from her arms as she went to hug and examine her daughters’ wounds. “How you could get here, girls?” Zoey asked while trading a look with Gina, both and Miranda of course understand why their father ‘act odd’ just because taking a cigarette. She saw them trading a look before have unsure expressions. “We weren’t sure, but we think we met Andy’s friends,” then all of sudden their sadness replaced by giddiness, “and mom! Do you know Andy is a witch!?”
“What?” Miranda choked. Her girls seems didn’t notice and went on of how they met two identical redhead men who introduced their names as “Fred and George” who appeared on the doorstep of their dad’s house around eight in evening. Turned out they went there to ask their dad if they could get an address or phone numbers belonged to his ex-wife, “because they wanted to meet Andy!” both gushed out. “They are friends but after some incident years ago, Andy needs to get a treatment and they lost track of her. They are the one who helping us to return home! They keep punching the door-bell but dad was too weird with his bimbo-blonde and friends on the backyard so we opened the door for them and talked with them! Both seem angered when they saw dad and others, and when we told them we wanted to go here, they drove us with flying-brooms all the way from Connecticut!” with slight sheepish grins, they added: “We even allowed to borrow their phones to call Cara and she came with Roy to open the door for us last night.” Then both tentatively added: “Sorry mom, we let Fred and George stayed here with us last night, with Cara and Roy too.”
“Is that so?” for now Miranda just glad her daughters are fine; she will deal with Jeremy later. Right now though, “and where are your friends, Bobbseys?”
“Fred and George already returned to their shop this morning to get some sleep but they promised if you still didn’t return till nine in morning, we should make a call to them and they would come with breakfasts.” Both then were grinning again. “They spent entire night asking Roy about what is the Television, how to use it, and the likes. Poor Roy, he continued believing they were simply pranking him! Especially when he got interrogate and forced to help them to use their mobile phone they insisted their friends tell them it’s a telehorn!”
Miranda makes a mental note to give a rise for her loyal driver and the girls’ babysitter, especially now she got a new baby-girl from Andréa. “Roy and Cara?”
“Both returned home a half hour ago,” Cassidy snuggled to her mother’s left arm. “Cara need to watch her niece today while Roy need got some sleep.” She giggled with her twin. “Oh yes,” Caroline tittered, “Roy totally need to get some sleep, Fred and George terrorizing him entire night especially when they found your car is bloody-awesome, mom! They wanted to drive it and promising something about this cool spell and charm that would let your car zooming over traffic jam just fine. Roy of course didn’t believe it.” Both then heaved, “Too bad, it’s just like in Harry Potter’s second movie, the car should even able to fly…”
Now…that’s not a bad idea… Miranda makes another mental note to speak with her girls’ friends; she will offer them something or anything if they needed it. Both British men certainly had helped her daughters. Also, they too Andy’s friends… she needed to check it with Andréa firstly, but if they indeed Andréa’s friends… lots of plants already formulated inside the editor’s head. Oh she certainly would love to have this Fred & George as her friends too. “Did you get their phone numbers, babies? Mommy wanted to say ‘thank you’ to them…”
(F & G)
Climbing out of the car drove by Gina, Miranda scanning the area in front of her with interest look. Right in front of her is a building that formerly used by firefighters as one of the stations, but right now it’s completely changed. Other buildings inside the complex still under renovations but the construction of the main-building already finished.
“No one would believe if the owners of this place are two wizards, yes?” Zoey asked what other people thought.
“Indeed,” Miranda agreed, shifting the sleeping baby in her arms, she followed her girls that already bouncing in front of them, giddy to meet their new friends and saviors again.
Miranda was pleasantly surprised to find the interior of the building that turned out, a half-way to be a hotel, rival most of five-star hotel she had visited in her life. The floor up to the wall made by marble, the ceiling is high with crystal-lamps brightening the place. The owners of the place seated on a large table in middle of the what-would-be a grandiose lobby, papers and parchments completed with pile of blueprints covering half of the desk and both were deep in arguments that they didn’t notice their guests has arrived.
“I didn’t believe those magazines you buy, George! I preferred Andy’s blueprints!”
“I too believed Andy’s blueprint, Fred! She got awesome architecture skills but when we got this blueprint she didn’t give what we need the most at present, the interior-designs blueprints!”
“I still refused to use this one!” the one who apparently ‘Fred’ of the two identical men lifted up an open magazine and slapping it repeatedly with the back of his right palm, “It’s too Spanish for me!”
“In this nation, Spanish is one of majority populations!” George retorted hotly while lifting up another magazine, “and you choose Japanese-style!”
“It’s better to put Japanese-styles for entire fifteen floors instead Spanish!”
“No, it’s not!”
“Are too!”
“Is not!”
“Why you not put one floor called Spanish Floor and another floor called Japanese floor to show what kind interior those floors hold, gentlemen?” Miranda suggested stopping what would be a bicker between the two redhead men spun around staring blankly to their visitors before they looked down to the equally redheads but in different genders and ages. “Princesses!” both beamed, arms spread to the sides welcoming Caroline and Cassidy who lunged forward and hugged them tightly. “Fred! George!”
“We are so glad you two are here, now, girls.” Both grinned ruffling the girls’ hairs who squealing and dancing around of two older-pair-of-troublemakers. “Stop, stop, timeout!” able to squirm out of Fred’s arms Caroline dragged her twin while tidying their hairs again both stood on either side of their mom’s. “Fred. George. Please meet our mom, Miranda Priestly.” They said in unison, something that they picked up again after meeting the two tall lanky British men.
“Really?” the name that they learned it associated with their dear friend made the two British men openly studying Miranda from head to toes.
“Silver-hairs, very iconic,” Fred said followed with George who met Miranda’s eyes unflinchingly. “I like her eyes, she is strong.”
“Stubborn too.”
“Means not easily got her will bended.”
“Sophisticated beauty.”
“Classic.”
“Very rare type in this time around.”
“Definitely eye-catching.”
“I like her makeup.”
“What Andy’s called it again?”
“She had worn it few times.”
“Smoky.”
“Ah the dangerous yet sexy?”
“What Hermione called it again when Andy used it?”
“Alluring in subtle way yet the ‘emphasize’ is too great to be forgotten.”
“She said that because one particular blonde used it.”
“Of course, and that blonde practically wrapped her around her fingers.”
“By one glance.”
“And a smile.”
Then in same exact poses of chins between thumbs and forefingers they were studying Miranda’s clothes and shoes. “I didn’t know the brands but evidently best materials.” Fred mused.
“Finest one,” George added.
“Fitting her style.”
“And her figure.”
“When someone aging like her they should losing the beauty-part.”
“Yet she appeared like in her prime.”
“This style is where she belonged.”
“With regal air.”
“A great bonus.”
“A lady through and through.”
“With amazing fashion-style.” Fred and George traded a look, “Perfect,” the later said and in concert both straightening their clothes, “lady, you are remarkable, and for that, this Fred and George,” giving gentlemen bows they said, “always, at your service.”
‘Score!’ is what Miranda’s mind thought. “Thank you.” She gives the tiniest yet genuine smile to the two British men that seem brightening with her reply.
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Author Notes: Alright because some of my readers asking whom is whom in my story let me listed it out for you, they who are not originally came from Devil Wears Prada universe and the famous Harry Potter’s universe.
First TV Serial, ‘West Wing.’
1. Jed Bartlet, Abbey Bartlet and Zoey Bartlet: in this serial they are The President of The United States, the First Lady and their youngest daughter.
2. Leo McGarry: Chief of Staff of the White House.
3. Josh Lyman (Deputy of Chief of Staff), Toby Ziegler (Communication Director), Sam Seaborn (Deputy of Communication Director), and C.J. Gregg (Press Secretary.) They are the White House Senior Staff.
4. Kate Harper (NSA Deputy), Gina Toscano (Secret Service and personal-agent for Zoey.)
Second TV Serial, ‘Guiding Light.’
Rafael Rivera - Spencer: He is son of Natalie Rivera who wed to a Beacon Hotel’s owner, namely, Olivia Spencer who has a daughter in name of Emma.
Now because I have listed those characters for they who didn’t know, let’s start with the story. If you want to know characters that you didn’t know do message me, I will write it on next chapter. That’s all.
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After the catastrophe on Saturday evening hit her life, Andy now was left to evaluate the major and drastic change of her life. While Rafael returned with a large bag of baby-formula that made Andy believed he purchased of all type the milk brands, he went to lead a group of wizards to clean and repair the penthouse. All was done in an hour.
Andy on the other hand made the milk with Miranda eyeing her like a hawk, the Editor of course make sure Andy remembered how to make milk for ‘THEIR’ baby step-by-step. Zoey was over the moon, already planning to buy lots of clothes for the child, of course something that she had spent nearly an hour discussing it with her mother and Miranda through speaker-phone including fighting to pick up a name for the baby while savoring their dinner. They settled on the clothing-issues but the name issue was left behind, for now.
That aside, when Miranda decided it was time for her to go home, her baby-girl crying nonstop stopping Miranda who just stepping one foot out of the penthouse. Andy, Miranda and Zoey were trading confused look before Andy gives an experiment by pulling Miranda back into her penthouse. The baby went silent. Yet the child make another fuss completed with streaming tears when Miranda again put one foot outside, Andy and Zoey swore the Editor was having fun with this sudden game (for her) but of course Miranda denied it vehemently.
Andy began suspecting her daughter must have been blessed by Aphrodite the Goddess of Love instead Artemis the Goddess of Moon for row of events came thanks to the baby’s cries that worked like a cupid with his infamous arrow. She only went silence and even dozing when Andy and Miranda sat in one sofa. When Leo leading Senior-Staffs stumbling into the Penthouse and Toby let his temper take the better of him… the baby who sat on Miranda’s lap started sneezing and turned the poor man into giant ice cube, before they could gone panic, the ice shatters not three seconds later. Andy had picked her daughter and put her on her lap, chiding the child as best as she could to scold a baby, only to twitching finding the baby once again obviously disliking Toby’s loud voice gave a sneeze… setting him up in flame that only for a second thus no physical damages to Toby Ziegler… sans his mental-state and he seems learning his lesson and always keep his voice low including staying as far as he could from the baby. Others found it’s amusing thus, laughed. But Andy need to keep her baby as far as she could from Kate, the brunette got a feeling the blonde Commander is very tempt to ‘borrow’ her girl and brought her somewhere possibility to burn or froze the foes of U.S. nation is too high. And from Miranda too, the brunette got a feeling the Editor who got this ‘gleaming’ eyes, would likely sneak the baby into the Runway’s next budget meeting to burn or froze or simply to terrorize certain Chairman… Andy made a mental note to keep extra eyes on her baby-girl… when that time come around.
She could handle those issues. But not afterward, not once others who exhausted and dragging themselves into guests-bedrooms inside Zoey’s penthouse where it becomes their temporary-quarters, leaving only Miranda, Andy and the baby inside Andy’s penthouse, did the more troublesome issues came. If Andy already thought sitting next to Miranda on same sofa already embarrassing, it is pale in comparison what her baby demand with her cries.
She only wanted to get showered by Miranda but Andy too should be there. She got baby-clothes Andy purchased it by sending poor Rafael but the child continued nuzzling Miranda’s clothes who somehow understand what she wanted and told Rafael, “Get me Channel No. 5. That’s all.”
The handsome Latina simply scratching his head in confusion, he didn’t get offended Miranda ordering him, nope. He surely would tease his new mom with this experience, what confuse him to no end, why on earth Miranda wanted him to buy a perfume at 10 o’clock in evening? He erupted into deafening laughter once he returned with the Queen’s request and saw Miranda spraying the perfume to the baby’s clothes and got triumphal smirk she directed to Andy as the baby sat in silent, didn’t crying at all and even stop nuzzling Miranda’s blouse. “Your gene, definitely your genes,” Andy hissed through clenching teeth. “I don’t need DNA test anymore to know she got your genes just fine!”
“Don’t be ridiculous, Andréa. Of course you didn’t need DNA test anymore.” Miranda drawled, voice laden with pride when she added: “One look to her right eye and you know she got my gene.” ignoring Andy palmed face and practically throwing out Rafael from her penthouse and slammed the door close leaving the handsome Latina guy continued hooting inside the corridor.
Andy too learned and blamed Miranda that her baby-girl becomes little-terror as the baby only wanted to sleep when she is positioned between her birthmother’s pillows and…Miranda’s. She kept crying until Andy gave up and literally crawling to Miranda inside guest-bedroom, telling the Editor her daughter didn’t want to get sleep unless Miranda sharing her bed. So both women laid on the same bed, on different sides, Miranda are on right and Andy on left with the baby-girl on spacious space between their pillows. The child is sound a sleep, Miranda got her back facing Andy, whilst the later… fighting back a blush and kept telling herself that the reason she was facing Miranda’s back -who wearing a white-Yukata she borrowed from Andy as the editor didn’t planning to spend her night here- is because Andy need to make sure her daughter wouldn’t roll around and disturbing the editor’s sleep… and not ogling and got a fairly ‘active’ imagination that nearly cooked her brain alive.
Mumbling “…I know she got a smooth back in that Valentino dress but for her wearing my yukata…” another image that involving of certain editor and herself in process taking off that very thin material sent all of her bloods to Andy’s face making her head (in particular) nearly glowing red inside the dark bedroom. “…Not again…” Andy groaned shutting her eyes closed while mentally slapping her own forehead, why she cannot clear her mind? Her body felt heavy a clear sign of exhaustion. She needs rest. She needs a proper sleep. And here she is, instead got a much needed sleep she deserved. “…I’m acting like a bloody horny rabid-dog in mating season.” Andy didn’t hear anything; she didn’t even feel the bed dip slightly as Miranda rolled around and wrapped her arms around the younger woman who went as stiff as a log. “Shh.” The older woman whispered while pressing her lips against Andy’s warm forehead, “let’s get some sleep first. We would talk once we woke up and ready. Now sleep.”
To Andy’s surprise, she does fall a sleep afterward and doesn’t wakeup until near eight in morning when she found her baby gone, Miranda too is gone, and a piece of a note placed on top of the pillow the editor had occupied that stating Miranda would return again as she need to go home to change her clothes and… “Borrowing MY baby!?” Andy is wide eyes. Okay, she didn’t think her daughter would be in danger if she gone with Miranda. No. Au contrary, she knew how fierce Miranda when it comes to her girls and Andy have all faiths Miranda would do the same to her daughter. Yet a suspicious feeling clawing inside her chest, Andy got a bad feeling that Miranda would return not only with her baby… but certainly with row of new clothes and items. “…she is sharpening the genes in my girl’s,” Andy muttered viciously, “I know it. She is sharpening her genes my baby got from her.” Ignoring how Rafael snickering while savoring his breakfast or how certain blonde Commander acted like she continued watching the TV show with C.J. burying her face to her shoulder to muffle her mirth, Andy marched to the kitchen to get a mug of coffee and marched back up to the second-floor all the while muttering certain Queen of Fashion brainwashing her daughter to be ‘Princess of Fashion,’ “Last night is Channel. Channel No. 5 sprayed all over her clothes and blankets before she wanted to wear her baby-clothes and fall a sleep. What’s next? Valentino!?” the brunette slammed the door of her bedroom behind her muffling the laughter that erupted from the first floor and marched into her bathroom. She need shower, she need to calm down, as she need to prepare a room for the baby… and most definitely items Miranda bought.
So deep in her own troubled-mind, Andy completely failed to notice the ‘missing’ presence of her cousin, who usually giving her morning hug in baby-koala way (patent pending), Zoey Bartlet.
(~*~)
When Miranda woke up this morning it took the Fashion Diva entire minute to understand she wasn’t dreaming. That she is indeed inside Andy’s penthouse since yesterday. That waking up with the brunette snuggled to her front and in her arms is heavenly sensation she wanted to spend the rest of her life waking up with this feeling. That now she fully knows, at least, most of Andy’s secrets had been shared with her. And to top of it, she got a pretty baby-girl looking down at her and her birthmother with sleepy gaze that slowly clearing signaling the baby is fully awake. But like her Andréa had told Miranda, the child seems reticent to speak unless she wanted something. Mismatch orbs of auburn nearly crimson of her left eye so warm and contrast with her right eye, the cool icy blue. Miranda’s chest swelled with pride of ‘who’ gave that very orb to the child. Even she still a baby, Miranda didn’t doubt the child born with high capacity of intelligence.
The child too is expressive. Perhaps because her own birthmother wore her heart in her sleeve, Miranda could easily read Andréa like an open book, that same goes to her daughter. The baby was on her belly, looking at Miranda hugging her mother with cute adorable look for few minutes now. But something slowly disturbing her, Miranda watched her with worry, confused of why the baby little by little seems restless. The child indeed started moving and her skin as white as a snow gradually turned pink as if she felt hot, like having a fever. Carefully disentangle herself from Andréa, Miranda sit up on the bed and picked up the baby-girl, her maternal-instinct that well-trained having twin identical monsters for years now took control of her. The editor caught it’s around 06.20 AM on Sunday and immediately make her way into Andréa’s bathroom. Miranda doesn’t know why but her maternal-instinct told her, the baby-girl only needs a shower.
And indeed Miranda found she more in love with the baby-girl and cannot wait to tell her daughters that they got an extremely smart baby-sister by the ‘morning-shower’ experience. Checking the baby’s pampers to Miranda’s surprise it’s clean but the baby keep sweating as if… something click, the editor hurriedly picked her up and brought her into the small cubicle of the lavatory. Miranda only needs to position her and holding the baby-girl as the later relieved herself, the editor of course need to clean the baby and flushed the toilet. Something in the baby-girl’s behaviors and actions told Miranda that the child perhaps got a form as a baby, yet her mind more mature than other baby. ‘Well, she does sleeping for near four years,’ Miranda reasoned whilst taking her own shower the Editor keep tossing a quick glance to direction of the baby she put inside the hand basin. It’s quite big, enough for a baby like her to use it as a makeshift bathtub.
Miranda was forced to wear yesterday clothes that already got cleaned, dried and ready for her to use, but it will make it for now. Drying the baby-girl Miranda brought her down to the living room where the baby’s clothes still on top of the low-table, she cannot help but smirking lopsidedly as she once again she need to spray the perfume she purchased last night to her new clothes before the child sat still allowing Miranda to put the clothes. The editor twitching though finding the baby-clothes Andy purchased through Rafael and several agents all only got one style, a t-shirt and a short and most of it in colors of white, neon-pink and bright equally annoying neon oranges that made Miranda wondering where on earth those agents purchased the clothes and make mental note to find who this imbecile designer dare to put such annoying color for a baby clothes. Her ire immediately flared, eyes rolling of how…plebian clothes they bought for her and Andréa’s baby. That make her chest warming again, the idea she got a new baby no matter how the process successfully distracting her ire, again another smirk tugged on her lips especially seeing the baby eyeing the pile of pink clothes with a look that reminding the editor with herself whenever the older woman felt displease. Although the baby’s look lacking of the pursed lips, but Miranda knew the child is unhappy with the too-bright neon-pink color of clothes. One look to the pile of orange-clothes however… “She is livid,” said Zoey who had showering and put a casual clothes and now striding to the living-room where Miranda sat with the baby on top of the low table, looking to the pile of orange clothes without blinking. “Good morning, Miranda.”
“Good morning, Zoey.” Miranda greeted her back, tipping her head regally as Gina brought a paper-basket with four paper-cups. “I got your usual latte, Ms. Priestly. Andy told Zoey and I heard it.” Gina kindly gave the scalding-hot latte to the Editor, a cappuccino to Zoey and took her own black coffee leaving the last coffee that supposedly for Andy, laid on the kitchen counter for the brunette to take once she woke up. Pleased she got her favorite coffee first in morning, “How you know she is livid?” Miranda asked Zoey.
“That’s how Aunt Minerva showed her anger,” Zoey pointed to the baby who continued eyeing the pile of clothes unblinkingly, “Watch,” grinning Zoey picked up the cloth on the very top of the pile by her right hand while using her free hand to snatch the pile of clothes away from the baby’s vision-range. The child gives a slow blink and visible relaxing her tiny form, stashing the clothes away; however Zoey dangled the clothes she took first between her right thumb and index finger. Then she swished it playfully to the baby’s left side, the child’s eyes immediately hardening while her tiny form went rigid again she gave sharp look to the side and blink in confusion as she saw nothing on her left side. Stifling a giggle Zoey swished the clothes now on the baby’s right side, the child’s head immediately whipped around again, confused of nothing there.
“Aunt Minerva is quite temper person,” Zoey said seeming deep in her game with the baby, “Andy got Aunt Amelia’s more patient gene thus my cousin’s temper only blow up once in awhile. It’s rarely happened but once she does so, Leo told me, even dad always seeking the deepest and strongest bunker to hide.” As she spoke and continued taunting the poor baby, the child visibly grow frustrated, confused and ready to cry but her eyes seems glowing brighter and turned sharper if it could.
“Aunt Amelia said, Andy too cannot stand such taunting games, she could stand she played like what I did till count ten before losing her control.” She and the other two older companions noted at seventh time the child cannot find the mysterious ‘orange’ thing, the child begin shedding tears of frustration. On the tenth, the child seemed already giving up and dissolves into sobbing yet still moving her head and eyes side to side. Once it goes to thirteen however, dual eyes ablaze with white-hot fury, the angry cry the baby let loose is the only signal for Zoey to release the clothes and yanked her hand away from the orange clothes that immediately receive sparks of electricity, and a dancing blue flame radiated and came from the angry baby… “Oh my,” reaching down Zoey picked up the now tattered clothes and holding it with two hands to see the devastating damages on the fabric, “not only got strike by thunders, but burned,” she blinked when the rest of the material crumbles, “…and frozen too…” she mused genuinely curious as she poking and picking the tiny pieces of what originally a t-shirt. “…Looks like ‘thirteen’ make her got better patience than Andy let alone Aunt Minerva… but promising fatal devastating damage overpowering the two of them…”
A soft cough from Gina made Zoey lifted up her head to look at her agent and to follow her gaze, the brunette twitching finding not only the material she had used to taunt the baby that got ‘killed’ but other oranges clothes she put away too had been reduced into…something that more like a pile of sands… an orange sands to be precise. “…definitely more vicious…” Zoey deadpanned poking the baby’s cheek who lifted up her head and glowing plainly pleased she had remarkably brought down her foes… or everything that offending her in a complete destruction, leaving no survivor at all. “I wonder Andy usually gave mercy and not like…” Zoey stopped pondering where the baby got this ‘complete-kill’ one look to Miranda, “…why I didn’t surprise,” the brunette murmured to Gina who although smirking make sure to inch away from the glowing-with-pride Miranda Priestly.
At seven o’clock Miranda was drove by Gina to her townhouse as she need to change her clothes and to get new clothes for the baby that latched to her arm, refusing to be leaved behind especially when her birthmother still sleeping. Zoey of course hopped into the car to play with her niece. Miranda was surprised when as soon as she entered the Townhouse with Zoey, Gina and the baby, she found her babies thundering down from upper-floors.
“Mom!”
“Mom!
“Welcome home!” they said in unison as both coming to stop, arms already spread around and ready to lunge at the Editor but stopped in comical poses staring unblinkingly to the guests and to the mysterious baby-girl in their mother’s arms. Slowly dropping their arms back to the sides, Caroline and Cassidy trading a look in their usual twin-way to communicate before Caroline cried out, “No way!” followed with Cassidy gasping loudly, “in a night!?” then in their usual uncanny unison both declared, “you got a baby from Andy in one night!? How that even possible!?”
It took entire years of training for Gina to turn around, closed the front door and the agent slumped against the wood unsuccessfully muffling her laughter while Zoey, didn’t bother at all to conceal her own mirth. Miranda’s cheeks went pink although her lips curled into a small smirk, a bit embarrass by her daughters’ straightforward accusation that amusing too. “Hello Bobbseys. The details of how I got this baby from Andréa would be told by Andréa herself although yes, by now, the baby is Andréa and mine.” She smiled wider as both girls’ eyes lit up, “We got a little sister?” Cassidy squealed in giddy while Caroline breathing out, “that’s awesome.”
However Miranda’s eyes went stern, “however, how come the two of you are here when you two supposedly still staying with your father till this evening?” she demanded. She could guess what kind of trouble the girls threw to their father’s face that makes the man loss all patients but never once sending them back like this. The two redheads were immediately sobering from the euphoria having little sister and now got their heads hung lows. “It’s not our fault, mom.” Caroline began. “We keep our promise to you to act nice.” She took a hold of her twin’s hand who now taking charge to inform Miranda. Turned out, their father’s girlfriend throw a small gathering with her friends on yesterday afternoon with their father. The gathering started innocently only foods and couple of wines involved but it grew heavier as one of the girlfriend’s friend in that gathering start smoking…
“They acted weird, mommy.” Cassidy by now already crying, hugging her twin seeking comfort like Caroline as both seems terribly frightened and shaking. “We went to dad to borrow his phone, we wanted to talk with you, but he called you in that weird condition. He seem angry afterward you disconnect his call, continued drinking and sharing cigarette with them and, and,” Cassidy didn’t say more as she sobbed openly though Caroline croaked out, “when Cass wanted to borrow the phone again he backhand her and throw us into our bedroom.” Releasing her twin’s hand Caroline lifted up her right sleeve showing an angry bruise on her right upper-arm. “That came from his hold on me and Cass got one on her back after avoiding his hit but fall off the porch.”
“Oh my God!” Miranda is glad as Zoey quickly snatched the baby from her arms as she went to hug and examine her daughters’ wounds. “How you could get here, girls?” Zoey asked while trading a look with Gina, both and Miranda of course understand why their father ‘act odd’ just because taking a cigarette. She saw them trading a look before have unsure expressions. “We weren’t sure, but we think we met Andy’s friends,” then all of sudden their sadness replaced by giddiness, “and mom! Do you know Andy is a witch!?”
“What?” Miranda choked. Her girls seems didn’t notice and went on of how they met two identical redhead men who introduced their names as “Fred and George” who appeared on the doorstep of their dad’s house around eight in evening. Turned out they went there to ask their dad if they could get an address or phone numbers belonged to his ex-wife, “because they wanted to meet Andy!” both gushed out. “They are friends but after some incident years ago, Andy needs to get a treatment and they lost track of her. They are the one who helping us to return home! They keep punching the door-bell but dad was too weird with his bimbo-blonde and friends on the backyard so we opened the door for them and talked with them! Both seem angered when they saw dad and others, and when we told them we wanted to go here, they drove us with flying-brooms all the way from Connecticut!” with slight sheepish grins, they added: “We even allowed to borrow their phones to call Cara and she came with Roy to open the door for us last night.” Then both tentatively added: “Sorry mom, we let Fred and George stayed here with us last night, with Cara and Roy too.”
“Is that so?” for now Miranda just glad her daughters are fine; she will deal with Jeremy later. Right now though, “and where are your friends, Bobbseys?”
“Fred and George already returned to their shop this morning to get some sleep but they promised if you still didn’t return till nine in morning, we should make a call to them and they would come with breakfasts.” Both then were grinning again. “They spent entire night asking Roy about what is the Television, how to use it, and the likes. Poor Roy, he continued believing they were simply pranking him! Especially when he got interrogate and forced to help them to use their mobile phone they insisted their friends tell them it’s a telehorn!”
Miranda makes a mental note to give a rise for her loyal driver and the girls’ babysitter, especially now she got a new baby-girl from Andréa. “Roy and Cara?”
“Both returned home a half hour ago,” Cassidy snuggled to her mother’s left arm. “Cara need to watch her niece today while Roy need got some sleep.” She giggled with her twin. “Oh yes,” Caroline tittered, “Roy totally need to get some sleep, Fred and George terrorizing him entire night especially when they found your car is bloody-awesome, mom! They wanted to drive it and promising something about this cool spell and charm that would let your car zooming over traffic jam just fine. Roy of course didn’t believe it.” Both then heaved, “Too bad, it’s just like in Harry Potter’s second movie, the car should even able to fly…”
Now…that’s not a bad idea… Miranda makes another mental note to speak with her girls’ friends; she will offer them something or anything if they needed it. Both British men certainly had helped her daughters. Also, they too Andy’s friends… she needed to check it with Andréa firstly, but if they indeed Andréa’s friends… lots of plants already formulated inside the editor’s head. Oh she certainly would love to have this Fred & George as her friends too. “Did you get their phone numbers, babies? Mommy wanted to say ‘thank you’ to them…”
(F & G)
Climbing out of the car drove by Gina, Miranda scanning the area in front of her with interest look. Right in front of her is a building that formerly used by firefighters as one of the stations, but right now it’s completely changed. Other buildings inside the complex still under renovations but the construction of the main-building already finished.
“No one would believe if the owners of this place are two wizards, yes?” Zoey asked what other people thought.
“Indeed,” Miranda agreed, shifting the sleeping baby in her arms, she followed her girls that already bouncing in front of them, giddy to meet their new friends and saviors again.
Miranda was pleasantly surprised to find the interior of the building that turned out, a half-way to be a hotel, rival most of five-star hotel she had visited in her life. The floor up to the wall made by marble, the ceiling is high with crystal-lamps brightening the place. The owners of the place seated on a large table in middle of the what-would-be a grandiose lobby, papers and parchments completed with pile of blueprints covering half of the desk and both were deep in arguments that they didn’t notice their guests has arrived.
“I didn’t believe those magazines you buy, George! I preferred Andy’s blueprints!”
“I too believed Andy’s blueprint, Fred! She got awesome architecture skills but when we got this blueprint she didn’t give what we need the most at present, the interior-designs blueprints!”
“I still refused to use this one!” the one who apparently ‘Fred’ of the two identical men lifted up an open magazine and slapping it repeatedly with the back of his right palm, “It’s too Spanish for me!”
“In this nation, Spanish is one of majority populations!” George retorted hotly while lifting up another magazine, “and you choose Japanese-style!”
“It’s better to put Japanese-styles for entire fifteen floors instead Spanish!”
“No, it’s not!”
“Are too!”
“Is not!”
“Why you not put one floor called Spanish Floor and another floor called Japanese floor to show what kind interior those floors hold, gentlemen?” Miranda suggested stopping what would be a bicker between the two redhead men spun around staring blankly to their visitors before they looked down to the equally redheads but in different genders and ages. “Princesses!” both beamed, arms spread to the sides welcoming Caroline and Cassidy who lunged forward and hugged them tightly. “Fred! George!”
“We are so glad you two are here, now, girls.” Both grinned ruffling the girls’ hairs who squealing and dancing around of two older-pair-of-troublemakers. “Stop, stop, timeout!” able to squirm out of Fred’s arms Caroline dragged her twin while tidying their hairs again both stood on either side of their mom’s. “Fred. George. Please meet our mom, Miranda Priestly.” They said in unison, something that they picked up again after meeting the two tall lanky British men.
“Really?” the name that they learned it associated with their dear friend made the two British men openly studying Miranda from head to toes.
“Silver-hairs, very iconic,” Fred said followed with George who met Miranda’s eyes unflinchingly. “I like her eyes, she is strong.”
“Stubborn too.”
“Means not easily got her will bended.”
“Sophisticated beauty.”
“Classic.”
“Very rare type in this time around.”
“Definitely eye-catching.”
“I like her makeup.”
“What Andy’s called it again?”
“She had worn it few times.”
“Smoky.”
“Ah the dangerous yet sexy?”
“What Hermione called it again when Andy used it?”
“Alluring in subtle way yet the ‘emphasize’ is too great to be forgotten.”
“She said that because one particular blonde used it.”
“Of course, and that blonde practically wrapped her around her fingers.”
“By one glance.”
“And a smile.”
Then in same exact poses of chins between thumbs and forefingers they were studying Miranda’s clothes and shoes. “I didn’t know the brands but evidently best materials.” Fred mused.
“Finest one,” George added.
“Fitting her style.”
“And her figure.”
“When someone aging like her they should losing the beauty-part.”
“Yet she appeared like in her prime.”
“This style is where she belonged.”
“With regal air.”
“A great bonus.”
“A lady through and through.”
“With amazing fashion-style.” Fred and George traded a look, “Perfect,” the later said and in concert both straightening their clothes, “lady, you are remarkable, and for that, this Fred and George,” giving gentlemen bows they said, “always, at your service.”
‘Score!’ is what Miranda’s mind thought. “Thank you.” She gives the tiniest yet genuine smile to the two British men that seem brightening with her reply.