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Delilah as good as had a house. It was a nice feeling. She didn't even mind that she wasn't going to be in the attic. (She hadn't really wanted it that badly anyway.)

Now came the much scarier task and Delilah was almost shaking as she rode her bike up into the driveway at Victoria Lane and stepped off. She had to grab the clothing she'd left here the night before but she still wasn't sure what to do about Pierre. She suddenly wished she was drunk again.

Please don't be home, please don't be home... she thought as she knocked on the front door.

( more )

Renee was sitting on her bed, bag packed and ready to go, when the door to her room opened at 10 am sharp with Doctor Rheinegold's usual eccentric knock. He was beaming as he stepped through the door. "Today's your big day, Renee."

( going home )

It would have been easier, Lee thought later, if Scarlett hadn't been writing and cooking at the same time. She's drawn him a little map to go with her verbal instructions but her lines were all squiggly and some of them were flooded with wee sauce puddles. He'd found the right street and was looking for the house that looked most like the double storied picture she'd drawn, with little dancing stick figures (except for their breasts, which Scarlett has drawn in with some detail) outside. It was only at the last minute that he thought to turn the paper ove and check if the house number was written on the back, which, lo and behold, it was.

Nice house. He thought, impressed as he walked up the path to the front door. Nice door, too, real oak. He knocked on the door and waited.

( Glompage )

Delilah sat out the front of the Chinese resturant near her aunt's house and awaited Pierre. She was a little early and was keeping herself busy was prawn crackers. And worrying.

She had trouble even admitting to herself why this meeting was going to take place. What had happened any other time guys had shown too much interest? She just cut them out. So why was Pierre any differant?

Del shoved another prawn cracker in her mouth and pouted.

( more )

Stephie closed her laptop down and looked over at Jude, still sleeping the sleep of the dead. Stephie frowned, bad phrasing.

She moved over to the side of her bed and brushed a wisp of Jude's hair off her face. A deep sigh escaped her lips and she ran her hand through her tangled hair. It got stuck half way through and spoiled the effect. "What are we going to do with you?" she whispered under her breath, then back out the door, biting her lip. She closed her bedroom rood gently and sunk down against the wall next to it, waiting for Deirdre to appear from her room.
( About Jude )

After having talked with Deirdre and Evey for hours after returning home from their dinner outing, Pierre finally sat down in his room to examine Peter's diaries. Slink wasn't using them right now, so it was as good a time as any to start reading.

( Reading the diaries )

Renee was sitting alone in her room, scrutinising the Tarot reading before her. She couldn't make meaning of it. It was like there was a block in her mind. But she'd created these cards herself. There had a to be a connection. There had to be a reason.

She wasn't mad. She just didn't know what to do yet. She wasn't mad... right?

( visitors )

Pierre wandered downstairs happily to meet the new guest. He loved meeting new people, and now of all times it was a welcome distraction. He stepped into her doorway and found her decorating her room, which apparently required the wearing of very small shorts.

"Hummanah," he said as he caught sight of her lovely legs, then coughed to hide the nonsensical sound. "I mean, hello Evey!"

( Evey's favourite boy )

There was no getting through to Deirdre. It was worrying Pierre more than he could stand. And he knew there was nothing he could do. Well... there was one thing.

Pierre grabbed his mobile and found Peter's number. Thank god he'd saved it. Peter would know what to do. He was always able to help Deirdre. Always.

The phone rang...

( Intervention )

It was their second day in Paris, and after a successful talk with Renee's grandfather yesterday and bunches of touristy fun, not to mention dinner with Pierre's parents, they'd decided to wander around the louvre for awhile. Deirdre had wanted something to eat, so she and Pierre had broken away from Melissa and Slink for a minute. Now Deirdre was happily swinging a bag of cakes around. Then she stopped short, looking across the street, at a bench. "Pierre...that's...that's Father Peter's niece!" There, sitting on the bench looking quite miserable, was the girl from the photograph in Peter's living room.

( Who's that Girl? )

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Entries tagged with pierre beaudreaux

Del/Pierre - R

Del/Pierre - R

Renee / Deirdre / Kait / Pierre - Homecoming - G

Renee / Deirdre / Kait / Pierre - Homecoming - G

Arrival. Lee and Anyone Home. PG

Arrival. Lee and Anyone Home. PG

Het Dramah - Del/Pierre - PG

Het Dramah - Del/Pierre - PG

Slink, Deirdre, Pierre, Jude- About Jude

Slink, Deirdre, Pierre, Jude- About Jude

Pierre - Reading Peter's diaries - PG

Pierre - Reading Peter's diaries - PG

Renee / Deirdre / Evey / Pierre / Peter - Visiting - G