Arabella Figg tried really hard to smile pleasantly when one owl flew in that morning. Her mother had charmed the dishes so they were now washing themselves, and her father had left for work earlier that morning. She sat, staring at her eggs, across from her twin brother Benedict. She continued to stare at her eggs as the owl flew into the kitchen, swooping down right into her breakfast, splattering said eggs everywhere.
She tried really hard to smile when her mother came rushing in, hugging Benedict and reading the letter out so loudly, that Arabella's sister Sera and little brother Gino came down the stairs to congratulate Benedict on getting into Hogwarts. No one noticed Arabella leaving the room, whispering to herself.
Arabella wouldn't be going to Hogwarts. Not next September, nor any after. The squib would be glad though, later, when she decided to stay with her family and not lash out. Because when her twin brother died when Death Eaters ravaged Diagon Alley years from then, the last thing she would want on his mind that he made her feel useless for her entire childhood.
"It's not his fault, it's not there fault, it's not your fault. Just let it be."
Author's Note:
I always wondered where Arabella had come from, and so I wrote this. Not much to say here, but I hope you enjoy reading the new chapters. I'll be writing more soon.
Until then,
-coloronthewalls
