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Zingaro	By : ccino49 Category: Harry Potter > Het - Male/Female Views: 3610 -:- Recommendations : 0 -:- Currently Reading : 0
Disclaimer: I do not own Harry Potter, nor any of the characters from the books or movies. I do not make any money from the writing of this story.

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Zingaro

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There is quite a bit of Romane spoken in this story. Although I will TRY and remember to put in the translations, I can email you the full list if you leave your address on the review board, or alternatively send me an email requesting it. Ccino@yahoo.co.uk

Chapter 3

The hearse was gone and he scanned the lawns for a while until he saw a warm orange glow at the edge of the forest to his right.
Taking the steps in a hurry, he stalked silently across the lawns in the direction of the fire.
Paula drove the hearse to the recess in the trees and parked up. From the back, she levitated a large wooden crate. A flick of her hand and it settled on the ground as the top lifted and the four sides fell away.
Using her booted foot, she gave a gentle push at the item inside, watching as it rolled away and stopped a few feet away from the nearest tree. Satisfied, she waved her hand and the crate folded in on itself, Paula picked it up and tossed it carelessly into the back of the hearse.
Just as Severus approached, moving cautiously through the shadows, not making a sound, Paula produced some kind of pipe from her pocket and held it just above her head. She whispered something and the pipe began emitting a soft musical sound, hovering nearby as she moved toward the object near the trees.
�Come to help, or just checking on the new girl Professor Snape?� She asked over her shoulder.
Startled, he stepped from the shadows and frowned at her. �How did you know I was there? I made no sound and was not visible.�
�It is my place to know who is nearby, especially when they do not wish to be noticed. Still, now you are here you may as well help. Grab that trunk out of the boot for me would you.�
�I most certainly will not. I am not your servant; we have house elves for that. I merely wished to ensure you had somewhere secure to sleep.� He said, affronted at being expected to help when it was her own choice to be out here in the first place, and in a huff because he�d been caught spying on her.
�Please yourself then. Just don�t expect to share in the spoils once I am finished setting up.�
�What spoils?� He asked after a minute.
�Well I was going to offer to share my supper with you, as well as a fine cognac. Your loss.� She told him with finality. Stepping up to the small object near the trees she placed her hand on it and spoke softly, too softly for Severus to hear what she was saying. He watched, taken aback as the object grew, and grew, and grew. When it stopped it took on the appearance of a large, maroon and green painted wagon.
�What is that?� He asked, dragging the trunk from the back of the hearse without even realising he was doing so.
�Home.� She said simply.
�Home? You live in a wooden cart?�

�It is not a cart Severus, it is my Miri Vardos, and that,� She said, pulling something from the trunk he laid at her feet and poking it. �Is my tsera. I prefer to sleep in it when the weather is mild. Are you hungry?�

He watched the poked object billow out and form a crude tent. He poked his head inside and fount it complete with blankets, a pillow, and a small box inside.
Paula pulled the box out and dragged it over to the fire, she removed a couple off dishes and mugs from inside, along with an iron pot, which she set to hover over the flames. Again she lifted the lid of the box and removed a container, which she emptied into the pot, along with water from her wand and left it to heat.
She opened the door at the back of the Miri Vardos and Severus stepped closer, climbing the first two steps to follow her inside.
He stepped back quickly and his cheeks reddened again when he realised she was removing her clothes. �Damn. I have not blushed this much since I was a teenager.� He thought, feeling quite aggravated. Whether with himself or her he was not certain.
Instead he decided to inspect the contents of the pot, which was warming up fast and the aroma coming from it made his mouth water, despite the fact he had not long since eaten. After giving it a stir, he moved to steal a look into the black vehicle, curious as to why anyone would want to own such a machine if not to transport the dead. �Do you need anything else from this contraption of yours.� He shouted, just loud enough to be heard in the wagon.
�Yeah, the brandy. There�s a small hatch on the floor to the left, lift it and you�ll find the bottle and glasses.� She answered from behind him.
He spun to face her, surprised at how she had managed to come up behind him without him even being aware of her.
When he did his eyes again travelled the length of her, taking in the swaying calf length skirt, bare feet, and a gypsy blouse that hung just off her shoulders. His eyes strayed to the visible swell of her breasts and lingered there for a while. Her dark skin contrasted sharply against the white of the blouse. Her dark hair was loose now, flowing down her back and over her shoulders in soft waves, he stared at her, mesmerised for a moment before blinking, and deciding he would be better employed seeking out the cognac she had mentioned.
�Sit.� Paula said, pointing to the ground near her as she sat on the box.
Severus did not intend to sit cross-legged on the grass while she perched above him. Picking up a pebble, he transfigured it into a comfortable armchair and sat down, ignoring the look of mild derision she gave him.
�Why do you drive that?� He asked.
�Because I like it. It appeals to my �darker side.� She said, passing him a dish of the delicious smelling stew. �It is convenient for carrying what I need and I am rarely accosted when driving it.�
�Really? And what would your darker side be like I wonder.� He said, spooning the stew down his throat. �You know this is very good. Tell me, why do you refuse to sleep in the castle, I was not jesting when I said the forest holds many dangers. That flimsy piece of material you intend to sleep under would not protect you from a housefly, never mind the host of creatures that dwell in the forest.� He told her, his manner more relaxed as he ate.
�For now this is my atchin tan. (stopping place) The tsera (tent) is well protected Severus and I am in no strazhno, (danger) though I thank you again for caring.� She told him with a smirk.
Severus coughed when a piece of meat travelled down the wrong hole. �I do not care, I merely deem it my duty to warn you, that is all. Nor did I give you permission to use my first name.�
�I wasn�t aware I needed your permission for anything, Severus. If you break bread with me, then I have the right to call you by your Christian name. You may call me Paula if you wish. As for the rest, I consider myself forewarned. Would you care for that cognac now?�
He nodded and she summoned the bottle and glasses, pouring them both a generous amount and passing him one. Holding her glass up in salute Paula said, �Sastimos.� (good health) She gave a click of her tongue and the hovering whistle came to her hand. She tapped it and let it go, it hovered nearby to play a livelier tune and Paula tapped her foot to the music.
�What instrument is that? It is similar to a whistle, yet not one.�
�Oh that, it�s a flageolet. You are right, it is a whistle, that particular one is very old, my grandmothers and her before her. She was bori rani, (a great lady) but liked to play along with my grandfather. He was boshomengro.� (a fiddler) She said dreamily, her eyes taking on a distant look as though remembering with a fond sadness. �They are gone now, passed away many years ago.�
Severus wanted to ask what bori rani, sastimos and boshomengro meant, but she seemed somewhat melancholy and he decided to save his questions for another time.

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