Jeanne Black was bored. A bored Jeanne Black equalled trouble. It was a given, what with her being related to a marauder and all. This however, was just plain ridiculous… she thought to herself incredulously as she eyed the man whom she'd just accidentally soul bonded with.

Seriously? She was just being a responsible employee and passing the abnormally good looking customer in a fedora an espresso and the next second it was like her magic was reaching for him and then somebody used a defibrillator on her magical core.

Her brilliant reaction had been to gawk at the man. Thankfully, he had gawked back although in a much more refined and… dangerous manner with his mouth still closed.

She could already hear Sirius laughing at her.

Her shift was over sooner than she thought but that could be attributed to half her thought process being dedicated to Mr. Sideburns from before. The moment she set foot outside the employees' door though, scarf and coat firmly wrapped around her, her breath caught because said man from her thoughts was standing there looking at her very intensely (please note the emphasis on very).

He tipped his fedora (Yes, he was actually wearing a fedora) at her and addressed her.

" Chaos, signorina."

She blinked at his greeting.

"Hi?"

It sounded more like a question actually. She flushed at his amused smirk. Thank Merlin for glamors ( did he invent those?), it would've been quite a picture if her hair had turned pink to match her cheeks.

"Do you have a place nearby where we can talk freely, tesoro?"

He just called her 'treasure'… don't blush… oh, yeah he asked for a place where they could talk in privacy, didn't he? Her small flat nearby would do. It had plenty of privacy and safety wards considering she indulged in experimenting with new spells during her free time ( which she had a lot of).

She took a deep breath and shook her head determinedly. She was a war veteran for God's sake! She'd fought Bellatrix Lestrange and had even killed her husband and here she was now being figuratively reduced to a puddle of goo by a guy she'd never met before. If anyone she knew got wind of this…

She sighed and looked up at the man and gestured for him to follow her as she led him to the tiny flat 15 minutes away from her workplace while half heartedly glaring at his smug look.

Last time she checked, Harry had been the one with ' Potter luck' not her, because she's somehow gotten herself tangled in mafia (like actual mafia).

She's sitting in her little flat now, curled up on her squashy purple (in memory of Tonks) armchair gazing in utter disbelief at the man elegantly sitting in front of her on her couch. Something inside her twinges and she feels his trepidation and a hint of worry before she sighs.

If magical users can remain hidden away from most of the world then why not a bunch of people who use something called 'dying will flames'?

"Is something wrong, tesoro?" The newly introduced Reborn aka Renato Sinclair's blush inducing voice drew her out of her thoughts and she looked startled.

"Yeah, I'm fine! I was just surprised that there's actually another society hidden away from the world with secrecy laws and stuff protecting it."

Reborn raised an eyebrow at his new sky (his). Did she just imply that there was another society of people with unnatural abilities hidden away somewhere?

She clearly understood his silent question and with a flick of her wrist produced an ebony coloured stick from her sleeve.

He raised an eyebrow and chuckled at her, quite enjoying the lovely pink that bled across her cheeks when he did.

"A magician, tesoro?"

She huffed at him in indignation and pouted.

"A witch actually."

She examined the expression on his face and then sniffed in what appeared to be a very offended manner.

"So there can be a world of people who can use multi colored flames named after weather phenomenons hidden away but no magic users?"

He'd have to concede that point to her but it was honestly one of the last things he'd expected. What would Verde have thought about this discovery, he wondered with wicked glee?

His sky eyed him carefully.

"You have the same expression on your face that my friends Fred and George did before they turned one of the corridors in my old school into a swamp. Something tells me your style is a bit different though…"

" Why ever would you think that of me?" His voice was practically a purr.

"Ass." The amusement in her tone said it all.

He sipped the espresso he'd bought earlier. "Where exactly is this magical world located? Seeing as no one else has found it yet?"

"Oh, us magicals take our secrecy very seriously. You've read about the Salem Witch trials before? Those kinda enforced the need for secrecy."

"It's mostly just normal buildings hidden away with spells and enchantments. Most magicals ever visiting the mundane world use glamors to cover up their kinda-very outdated fashion sense."

A tap of the wand and her hair descended into a medley of different shades of blue. He blinked a few times to process the sudden change.

"I'm a metamorphmagus. I can basically change my appearance at will."

She then turned her bubblegum pink to prove her point.

"A cousin favored this shade of pink a lot. She had the same abilities. Lost her to the war…" Her voice broke off as she twirled a lock around her finger.

War? His Sky had been part of a war? She couldn't be more than twenty.

Jeanne rubbed at her eyes and smiled sadly at him.

"The war was a really big deal in England. It basically consisted of a man with a magical mother and muggle father who hated his non magical blood and decided the world would be a better place if he wiped out all first generation magicals born into non magical families, leaving only magiclas with old and pure lineages called purebloods left. He conveniently neglected how that would've just led to more problems what with inbreeding already going on. The other purebloods look upon non magicals as inferior and weak so they followed him."

Reborn frowned at the irritation in her voice before gesturing for her to join him on the couch. She got up slowly and sat down next to him, comfortably leaning against his side as he put an arm around her.

He might as well enjoy the moment because this story would probably take a long time to tell.