A/N: Again, just randomly vomiting this mental image onto this page in the form of words, R&R

Catwalk Spell

Chapter Two

"Orion!" Lucas barked as he stalked from his office, making the blond designer's head jerk up from where he was absent-mindedly doodling random sleeve-forms in his sketchbook. Luna paused in her dedicated attempts at solving a Rubix Cube, blinking curiously at their boss. "We've got a commission from a modeling company in Paris, they requested at least five Orion Twins products, three dresses, two suits, due at the end of the month. You and your sister get the commission, get your asses to work, now! And where the hell is Jeffreys?! They want some of her swimsuits!" Lucas didn't even pause long enough to snarl at them, disappearing into the disorganized chaos of the offices and leaving a slightly wide-eyed set of twins behind. They shared a look, before Harry immediately flipped to a clean page in his sketchbook and began to draw.

"Let's have a princess cut, with a cowl neckline and angel sleeves..." he muttered, neatly sketching a rough-draft outline as Luna perched on the desk next to him, crossing her long, tan legs neatly.

"Slit to the knee on right side?" she offered; Harry hummed.

"Let's make it to mid-thigh," he muttered; she nodded.

"The cowl-neckline doesn't fit well with those sleeves," she told him and he paused to look it all over, before he darkened certain lines; made the cowl a ripple of cloth that draped down towards the bosom area, leaving enough space to shoe off a collarbone, the beginnings of shoulders, and the upper back and a slight hint of where shoulder-blades would be.

"Better?" He asked; she nodded.

"Much better." Harry nodded and then began to doodle notes off to the side, about fabrics, lengths, colors, and accessories.

"Burnt orange, with copper jewelry," he muttered, "Dark purple or black shoes, maybe copper-tone or brown...hmm..." Shaking his head and then shrugging, Harry flipped to the next page.

"An A-Line next?" Harry pursed his lips.

"Thinking more of a sheath dress, with a keyhole neckline and a halter-top, open back down to waist."

"Checker or diamond pattern, in blacks and purples, with a purple shawl?"

"A silver belt around the waist for a bit of chic attitude," he muttered agreeingly, making Luna smile fondly as he flipped the page.

"Now an A-Line, with a turtleneck collar, sleeveless... No, with one long sleeve, right side, close-cupping and ending with a tongue that lays against the back of hand, attach a small chain and hoop accessory, ring around middle finger attaching sleeve to hand..."

"That sounds like a nice, burgundy dress," Luna murmured, eyes drifting off to stare into space. "With red and black accessories." Harry nodded and jotted down those notes, before turning to another page to begin on the suits.

"Copper colored bamboo-shirt with one-fourth hems at the sleeves and an Ascot collar. Charcoal blazer with 100's Two-Ply Broadcloth... Charcoal dress pants, subtle but fairly deep pockets. Copper buttons on the blazer, black leather belt for the pants with gold-colored belt buckle... Brown and gold Argyle socks... Black calfskin loafers..."

"Gorgeous," Luna commented; he smiled lightly at her, before flipping to the next page.

"Cashmere navy blue suit with chalk stripes, dark or jewel-tone emerald dress shirt, silk, with a charcoal vest and silver-and-blue tie, preferably with an eldredge knot to tie it up. Dark blue or black socks, though a blue-and-black Bird's Eye pattern would look nice. Black loafers... Done." He set the sketchbook down and popped his fingers, before nodding at Luna. "Shall we grab fabric and start working, sister dearest?" She smiled and looped and arm in his, her black tank-top and electric-blue spandex shorts clashing against his dark purple dress shirt and dark gray slacks as the two walks towards The Closet.

"Let's make art, brother."

Cloth and string flew about the cubicle-area of the Orion Twins, mannequins dressed and half-dressed cluttered around as Harry started to work feverishly, sewing and pinning cloth this way and that, occasionally accepting something or another from Luna as he worked. By the end of the month, however, all five requested items were made, and the Orion Twins, as well as their fellow designers, were sitting in the chairs around the edge of the catwalk, waiting for the fashion show to begin. Harry was a little nervous, as this was the first time they had been out of country for his design's, but Luna was... Well... Luna and completely unfazed, chatting happily in French with a nearby photographer and probably flirting.

"I didn't know you knew French," he muttered in her ear; she gave him a secretive smile.

"I know lots of things you don't, brother dear," she murmured teasing; Harry huffed and rolled his eyes fondly, before the show began.

The first out were the swimsuits, ten women strutting in bikinis and one-pieces, five men stalking out i their trunks or briefs, and Harry murmured compliments to Lisa Jeffreys next to him as he work took center stage compared to one of the French designers, making the sassy brunette grin at him proudly. Next came the suits, and Harry watched with a pleased eye as his blazer-outfit was properly shown off by a nicely cut man with black hair and dark olive skin, the copper colors shown off beautifully in contrast to the man's natural coloring. A few suits later, and his other suit stalked out, graced with a handsome Norwegian model, blond and green eyes, with a nicely broad face that suited Harry's design perfectly. Harry accepted his colleagues compliments and his competitors (though it was a friendly co-designing job, everyone knew that it was a competition between the Americans and the French designers).

Underwear was next, then sports, then female suits, then sleepwear, before the dresses came out, and Harry perched eagerly on the edge of his seat, happily taking in both the competitions wares and his own.

Dresses were his favorite designs, after all.

His burnt-orange princess cut dress, named Autumn Sunset, was fourth out, with an ebony-skinned Amazon as it's model, the colors stark and beautiful with her exotic coloring and features. The small, gold beads that decorated it in seemingly-random zigzags (a feature he'd added on a whim and loved) glittered in the lights as she stopped at the end of the stage, cocked a hip, and posed, before turning and sashaying back to the curtains. His burgundy A-Line dress, called Wine Flute, sashayed out next with it's models aristocratic appearance, accessorized with red-and-black stone necklace and earrings, as well as matching bracelets. Her brunet hair was in an elegant bun, but strands of wavy caramel brown framed her face artistically as she stopped at the end of the stage and posed, before turning and walking away.

"Those were very nicely done," Jeffreys murmured; Harry nodded.

His last dress, Argyle, was the second-to-last dress, worn by a voluptuous blond with almond-shaped brown eyes. The black-and-purple diamond-like pattern on the halter-top sheath-dress glittered faintly, thanks to the minuscule sequins he'd sewn into the edges of each pattern. As the blond turned, she showed of the graceful slope of her back and the subtle emphasis to her butt as she sashayed gracefully away.

As the show finally came to an end and the Orion Twins joined the after-party to discuss the designs with others of their ilk, both were content with the life they'd created for themselves.

A/N: Ta-da, randomness again, hope you enjoyed, sorry for the lack of epic length! Reviews Welcome!