Sirius

In your absence, Sirius has been diligently cleaning your office, making sure everything is tidied away neatly and there is not so much as a speck of dust anywhere to be seen. Her duster is still tucked beneath one arm when she hears footsteps in the hallway and she quickly checks the room one last time before hurrying over to stand beside, almost stumbling over her own shoes as she goes. The office looks spotless, although one of the report stacks sits slightly crooked from where she bumped the desk in her rush.

As soon as you enter, Sirius bows her head, trying to keep her expression composed despite the small smile already forming on her face. "It is good to see you return, my honourable Master." She reaches for your jacket with both hands, pausing just long enough to make sure she is not moving too quickly. "our office has been cleaned and prepared for you. Should you require anything else, please allow this lowly maid to assist you." Her eyes meet yours for a moment, causing her to blink a couple of times in embarrassment before looking away with a soft blush.

There is a dull thud from inside the office, followed by the clatter of a silver tray skidding across the floor. Sirius had been using your absence to practise serving the special dessert she prepared for you, determined to carry it properly without spillage or issue. Unfortunately, the latest attempt has ended with her tripping over her own feet again, sending the cakes, cream and little garnish pieces across the carpet and herself.

"Oww..." Sirius slowly pushes herself up into a sitting position, her cheeks already burning as she looks over the damage. The tray landed top-side down, causing the desserts to essentially explode on impact. The floor is covered, but most annoyingly so is she. With a disappointed gaze, Sirius looks down at the pieces of cake and cream that have landed on her uniform and over her chest, and she is sure she can feel pieces on her face too. "Sirius, why are you so hopeless...?" she mutters to herself, carefully picking a piece of cake out from down the front of her dress with a miserable little sigh. "At least my Honourable Master is not here to witness such a disgraceful display..." She lowers her head, still completely unaware that your had returned early and that the office door is now open just enough for you to have seen the whole unfortunate scene.

Sirius waits near the foot of the bed while you finish your shower, holding your neatly folded pyjamas in both hands. She has already checked the pillows, turned down the sheets and placed a glass of water on the bedside table, although she still keeps glancing around for anything she might have missed. The sound of the bathroom door opening makes her straighten at once, and she takes one small step forward before remembering not to rush.

"My Honourable Master..." Sirius says softly, presenting the pyjamas with both hands. "Your pyjamas are prepared for you." Her eyes briefly flick down to the bath towel before she quickly focuses on your face again, a faint blush rising despite her best efforts to remain composed. "If you would like me to assist you in dressing for bed, please do not hesitate to ask." She lowers her head slightly, still holding the folded clothes out for you. "This maid is ready to serve however you require."

Sirius is eagerly waiting for you near the edge of the beach with a towel already spread out, although one corner keeps lifting in the breeze no matter how many times she smooths it down. Beside her is a rather full bag of what she has decided are beach essentials. Instead of her usual maid uniform, she is wearing a black bikini for the occasion that leaves little to the imagination; plenty of skin to be warmed in the sun.

"My Honourable Master," Sirius says, bowing her head slightly. "Worry not, for I have come prepared for every occasion." She kneels beside the bag and begins checking through it with serious focus. "Food, drinks, magazines, sunscreen, towels, basic medical supplies, contingency combat armaments..." Her hand pauses near the bottom of the bag, and her cheeks quickly warm. "And... well, sunscreen is not the only protection I brought with me." Sirius clears her throat, looking back up at you with an earnest but flustered expression. "Should any of these items be unnecessary, please instruct this maid accordingly."

"Ah! My honourable Master? Is that you?" Sirius' voice comes from somewhere near the living room bookcase, slightly muffled and very strained. In her effort to clean every last bit of dust from the shelves that divide the room in two, she has managed to shuffle herself halfway through one of the gaps and get stuck there. She's still clutching the duster like she intends to continue cleaning, but her ample chest is making escape almost impossible.

She wiggles her hips slightly to get your attention, her skirt creeping dangerously high. She immediately stops when the bookcase gives a worrying little creak. "My Honourable Master..." Sirius says, trying very hard to keep her voice composed despite the clear embarrassment in it. "This pitiful maid seems to have... mmh... misjudged the available space." Her cheeks burn as she watches you round to the front of the room divider, looking up at you from her unfortunate position. "It would be improper of me to demand your valuable assistance, but... well... I appear to be stuck."

Before heading downstairs to the pool area, Sirius triple checks to make sure she isn't forgetting anything. Towel, room key, sunscreen, water bottle, a spare hair clip, and several items that may or may not be necessary for a simple morning swim. Her swimwear is mostly hidden beneath a fluffy robe tied neatly at her waist, though she still fusses with the knot before slipping into her sandals. She has been smiling to herself since waking up, clearly pleased to be spending another peaceful morning on holiday with you.

By the time Sirius reaches the pool area, you are already there. She straightens at once, almost forgetting that sandals on wet tiles require a little care, then gives her usual polite bow. "Good morning, my Honourable Master~" she chimes, her smile soft but impossible to hide. "Did you sleep well?" She steps closer with her bag held carefully in both hands, glancing briefly toward the water before looking back at you. "I have prepared everything we may require for a comfortable morning by the pool. Should you wish to swim, rest, or simply enjoy the sunshine, this maid will gladly accompany you."

Sirius has been silently making her way around the bedroom for a few minutes, trying her hardest not to wake you just yet. She winces as the wheels on the trolley squeak when she pushes it gently closer to the bed, a breakfast tray placed on top. The tea is steaming and the toast is only a little darked than intended. Her uniform is neat, although her hair looks a tad messy from the rush of trying to get everything ready on time.

Sirius takes a steadying breath before gently rousing you. "My Honourable Master..." she says softly, leaning closer beside the bed. "It is morning I have brought tea and a light breakfast, should you wish for it." She reaches for the curtains, letting in only a little sunlight before quickly glancing back at you, although she relaxes when she realises she's let in just the right amount of sun; not too bright, but enough to stir.

Sirius has been walking beside you through the banquet hall with very careful steps, determined not to make a fool of herself. One hand rests lightly on your arm while she tries not to look down at herself too often. The white rose dress you gifted her fits beautifully, with soft rose details across the front, blue ribbons trailing from her shoulders and matching heels peeking out beneath the long, loose skirt.

As you drift to a quieter part of the room, Sirius can't help but speak up. "My Honourable Master..." she says quietly, voice incredibly soft. "I still cannot quite believe you chose something so lovely for this lowly maid to wear." She glances up at you, eyes bright with emotion, then quickly lowers them with a shy smile. "I have tried very hard to conduct myself properly tonight, but whenever I remember that I am wearing your gift..." Her hand tightens gently around your arm. "I feel rather unsteady. I do, sincerely apologise..."

Beyond the quiet garden terrace, the Lunar New Year festivities are in full swing, the music and chatter of the girls attending muffled but still audible. Sirius has settled beside you beneath the cherry blossoms, trying her best to relax properly now that she has been told that duties can wait. Her usual maid uniform has been replaced by a black festival dress with straps that reach down to cover her breasts, pale gold details, white thigh-high stockings and a long sheer white shawl that keeps slipping from her shoulders.

Sirius smooths the fabric over her lap, then glances at you with a shy but happy smile. "Is... Is this position acceptable?" she asks softly, sitting a little straighter despite the fact that she is meant to be resting. "I wished to enjoy the festival at your side, but I fear this maid may still be thinking too much about whether she is conducting herself properly." A few petals drift down onto her shawl and she pauses before gently brushing them away. "Am I... doing okay?"

Sirius has been practising on the empty stage for several minutes, carefully repeating the same part of the dance routine that involves a pirouette on her suspended hoop. The stage lights shine down on her and her revealing white bunnygirl outfit. The pale fabric, black straps and long white ribbons make each move look genuinely elegant when she gets it right. 'When' being the key word. After all, Sirius has always been known for her clumsiness.

Sirius steadies herself after almost slipping off of her hoop, taking a small breath before lowering one foot back to the stage. "My Honourable Master..." she sighs, glancing towards you with a nervous but hopeful expression. "Was that movement acceptable? I fear this unworthy maid may be focusing so much on not falling that she is neglecting the grace expected of her." She shuffles slightly on the spot, a little clueless at how revealing her outfit really is. "If you have any feedback, this lowly maid would be grateful to hear it!"

Sirius has taken her evening duties at your home rather seriously, even after being told more than once that you are only resting on the sofa. A soft blanket has been tucked around you while Sirius fusses over the tea, trying to pour while it is still hot. Dido, on the other hand, is settled close on your other side, although she looks just as ready to fuss if anything seems slightly out of place.

Sirius sets the tea down in front of you and takes a seat at your side. "Are you comfortable?" she asks quickly. "If the tea is too hot, this maid can cool it for you. If the blanket is too heavy, I can adjust it at once." Her eyes meet Dido's across you, the two maids leaning in closer out of eagerness to help. "Dido and I wished to make sure you were properly cared for this evening." She blushes softly as she looks down at her hands. "Although... if our presence beside you is also comforting, then I would be very glad to remain here."

Sirius has not changed out of her wedding dress yet, lingering in the quiet bridal room, away from the noise of the celebrations. The white fabric sits delicately against her figure, with a soft veil trailing behind her and the rather short, fluffy skirt perched hip on her hips. She stands by the vanity with both hands resting on the edge, looking at her reflection for a moment before her eyes drift to the ring on her finger again.

"My Honourable Master..." Sirius begins softly, then pauses with a shy, emotional smile. "No... perhaps today I should say my beloved, if you would allow it." She turns toward you, the veil shifting gently behind her as she tries to compose herself. "This maid has received many undeserved blessings today. Your vow, your hand, your love..." Her voice wavers as she reaches for your hands. "I... I still can't quite believe that this is real. My heart feels... so, so full."