When was the last time you spoke with Derek Dobbs?
- C
After making a quick stop to check on the children upstairs (Anthony and Elijah looked so precious), Mackenzie continued on her normal perimeter around the party. Ensuring there was enough food and drink for everyone was extremely important, as well as making sure that no-one was left standing by themselves too long. That would hardly promote good review upon later reminiscing among their guests. But luckily, neither of these issues had seem to come up yet, leaving her with little host responsibilities. So that left Mackenzie practically purring, as she had been for most of the night. The party could not be going better. The house looked beautiful thanks to her near-obsessive decorating, Christmas spirit was in full swing, and everyone looked like they were truly enjoying themselves. Nothing could go wrong, absolutely nothing, making Mackenzie feel her happiest in what seemed like a very long time. This had been a very good idea! Maybe if things continued like this, she could convince Sebastian to make this their annual holiday tradition... Couldn't be too careful, though. Just for good measure, Mackenzie picked a few of her husband's favorite hors d'oeuvres as they passed by above, placing them on a plate. Finding him was easy; ever since she had gotten back, Sebastian had replaced her shadow. Not in a bad or stifling way, but in more of a supporting kind of way. She knew he was worried. "I have a present for you," she smiled, producing the plate with one hand as the other wrapped around his open arm. |
Sirius loved Padfoot. Not only was he good for getting pets and snacks, he was excellent at snooping around. Being a giant black dog at a Russian market place was a little out of place and he was kind of hyped up on the coffee and desserty breakfast thing, so he'd had some trouble concentrating, but if he'd smelled her out as Sirius, faintly, everyone had their own special scent and spending enough time with Harry gave him an easier time in picking up what mommies smelled like, so on a gamble and facing a dead end, Sirius 'borrowed' something of Mack's and headed out on his own to get some intel. And breakfast.
It was by pure coincidence that Padfoot had run across a very fresh trail and he'd barely remembered to shift back into Sirius before getting to the safe house they were staying in, to pull Sebastian with him. But now it was just waiting, and well, Sirius didn't do what very well. He was alert and keeping an eye (and nose) out, but leaning against a cold building when it was cold, not very fun. And he was starting to get a little hungry. "I swear, I had like, a glimpse of her," he told Sebastian, trying to stuff his hands in his pockets a little further. "This'll work, it has to."