Xaver couldn't remember, particularly, why he'd gone out to find Ginny.
He'd stopped by the house, then by Molly and Arthur's, and had affirmed Cody's stay. The little boy asleep, however, Xaver had gone off in search of his soon-to-be bride, not sure what had spawned the idea to interrupt her. It had been important..
It didn't matter, anymore.
He'd entered the building in the wake of a rather burly woman, though, in no rush, he'd held open the door for a young couple, offering a polite smile and a nod, releasing the door as they passed him, his eyes flickering upward as his senses caught familiar voices, across the room. Caught them as they faded off, and as Ginny pressed into Sirius, and their lips touched..
Xaver stared, in a sick, facinated horror, his heart catching, and lodging in his chest, even as they drew away, colored of face, and murmuring words he didn't bother catch.
He made to them, very slowly, in much of a trance, booted feet brushing the floor in light, agile steps, his lean, impressive figure clad in dark pants, and a dark, deep blue sweater that enhanced the glow in the moody oceans of his eyes. Though that glow, usually dancing just beneath the surface of his creature, was strangely absent, his gaze shuttered, and cold. He stepped quietly, easily around the other's in his way, making a direct line, until he was a few feet from their table. He paused, at an empty booth, and casually leaned against it, arms folding across the expanse of his chest.
At Sirius's comments, he felt oddly bemused.
Numb.
"Not the cleverest b!t(h in the pack, are you, Monsieur Black?"
The corners of his mouth tipped upward into the phantom of a smile - the devastation behind such a smile hidden behind the gaze that gave away nothing.
A smile, that mirrored those of his youth. Empty, dispassionate, and soulless, for the sole reason of protecting himself.
"She did, indeed, kiss you. Did you not, my love?"
His tones had never been more harsh toward her. And never before, had he ever used an endearment only aside for her, mockingly.
Xaver didn't look at Ginny.
He refused to, even as he pushed himself from the empty booth, and slowly, strides dangerous, made his way to them.