"Things we lose have a way of coming back to us in the end, if not always in the way we expect."
– Harry Potter and the Order of the Phoenix
What was normal? For years, there was always that pressure of being the sister to the 'Chosen One", and then there was the constant feeling of something bad about to occur. We all have lost so much in such little time in the last two years, that it is a miracle that we all stand with a solid foundation to make this a better place to live.
Lyra put her pen down and looked out the window that overlooked the gardens at the Manor. She twisted the signet ring on her righthand absent minded worried about the few Death Eaters that were still loose. She knew there were only a few more hours before the Wizengamot meeting. It would be the first time in history that all heads of house, not just the 'Sacred Twenty-Eight", and other individuals would convene to create a steady foundation for the new era. Lyra cocked her head to the side as she heard a loud commotion occur on the floor below her.
She quickly stowed her journal in the desk before quickly heading out of the room to investigate. Lyra pulled her dark auburn hair up into a ponytail as she descended onto the main floor just in time to catch Corvus from falling on the ground.
"What in Merlin's baggy…" Lyra shoved Corvus off as she glanced over at his twin Minette. "You both know we do not have time for this." Lyra snapped attempting to keep her vela from showing. Corvus offered a cheeky grin from the ground but offered no explanation.
"He was doing what the male Blacks are apparently known for…" Minette started to say but trailing off at the sound of the fireplace being activated in the Receiving Parlor. Lyra looked down at her attire before shrugging. Whoever it was, was showing up in her private home unannounced. Harry's voice drifted out of the room talking another individual. Not making out the words, Lyra walked and stood in the door from. She opened her mouth to speak but was lost for words upon seeing the individuals that were standing with him.
"Hey, Ra...we need to talk. " He said simply pushing his glasses up his nose.