A/N: This is a little 5-shot about Arabella Figg and her relationship-ish to Harry Potter. In this first chapter, we see her and her husband enjoying breakfast. Mr Figg is not mentioned in the series, so it is possible Harry never seen the man or had any real interaction with him, or he has died. For my story, he's alive and his name is David. RxR. FxF. I do not own Harry Potter.

Submission for:

Character of the Week Drabble Competition: Week 8 - Arabella Figg

Greek Mythology Mega Prompt Challenge: Circe – Wrte about a Squib

Prompt: One drabble must involve your given character in a romantic relationship

Arabella bustled around the kitchen getting breakfast ready. She had been up for an hour now. The cats had been fed and now she looked about feeding herself and her husband. The eggs were sizzling on the frying pan and the bread was in the toaster turning a golden brown. It was Sunday which meant that her and David could spend the day together. He was always so busy in the week that they both enjoyed the day to relax and just enjoy each other's company .

She heard the sound of his footsteps on the stairs and she smiled. She would never get tired of little things like that: his footsteps, the way he always chose to wear a pressed white shirt on Sundays and how he would sneak up behind her in the kitchen, even after they've been married for 30 years.

"Good morning, my dear," he said as he came up and kissed her cheek. She could smell his rustic cologne in his neck, another thing she loved about him.

She smiled and asked, "Good morning, dear. Could you pour the orange juice, please?"

"Not a problem," he replied as he walked over to the fridge.

The eggs were finished now. Arabella plated them and turned, ready to put the toast on the plate, only to find that David had already done that. He smiled at her as he poured a glass for her and himself.

"You're always so quick. Sometimes I think you have more magic than me," she joked. She had told him all about herself and her world when she got married, so this was no news to him. It actually attracted him to her even more which she was very grateful for. In the wizarding world, she would have been shunned but here she had a husband who saw her for who she truly was.

"You know I always find you magical," he grinned as he took a seat.

The sound of a lawnmower filled their ears. "Who could be mowing this early in the morning?" David asked as he looked out the large window of their kitchen.

Outside was a small boy, probably no more than 7, pushing a red, rusty old lawnmower twice his size. His usually messy hair was plastered to his head from sweat and his shirt soaked as he tried to push the heavy machine across the front yard.

"It's horrible how those Dursleys treat the boy. That pudgy one never lifts a finger," David commented.

"It is a shame, David, but Dumbledore told us not to interfere," Arabella warned. She had always wanted to go over there and give the Dursleys a piece of her mind about the boy's mistreatment but Dumbledore had given orders to watch him and nothing else.

"So we should sit idly by as he nearly loses a toe or a finger in that thing?" David asked incredulously. They had had this conversation many times before. David knew the answer but he always hoped it would be different.

"We can't interfere," Arabella repeated as she took a sip of her orange juice.

David grumbled as he took a bite of his egg. "Well, invite the boy over today. Give him at least some reprieve from those horrible people, if only for a few hours."

Arabella gave him a small smile across the table, "That's what I always do"