The month of November went by quickly. The initial steam in the
Ministry to find Death Eaters had vanished. It was increasingly harder to
get the funding for raiding suspects' homes. So things resumed back to the
days where Reena continually pushed for fighting the dark arts while others
dismissed her.
Towards the end of the month, Reena began thinking of the holidays. They were impossible to avoid. All throughout the Ministry offices, wizards and witches gossiped about their plans for the hols. Someone had decorated the corridors with levitating wreaths and poinsettia flowers that softly sang Christmas carols.
It was more than Reena could bear. One day around sun set, she felt the need to get out of her office. She disapparated and appeared in a quiet neighborhood. Specifically, she was on the front lawn of a massive house. It was the only house in the neighborhood that did not have lights on and Christmas decorations. It looked shabby, as though nobody had taken care of it in many years. The wrought iron gate that towered above Reena supported skeletons of vine-like plants. The large front garden was covered in snow, but odd shaped lumps of dead shrubs stuck out. A smaller gate that separated the front house and garden was firmly locked. With a simple spell, the gate opened. The house itself was a large Victorian style with an enormous wrap around porch. Reena walked up the front steps to the front door.
The lock and doorknob was very old and opened with a forceful push. Reena stumbled into the foyer of the house. The house seemed so intact, it was unnerving to Reena. It was as though someone had left the house and would be back any moment. Sunlight streamed through the windows to fill in the empty feeling of the house. Inspecting everything on a closer level, Reena saw that the curtains were moth eaten and the furniture was faded by the sun. Everything was covered in a thick layer of dust. Reena could even see dust floating around the air through the sunlight.
Reena walked up the creaky stairs to the second floor. All the door on the second floor were shut. She walked down the corridor, stopping in front of the third door on the right. She opened the door slowly and peered in. The bedroom walls were covered with posters of Quidditch teams and bands, both Muggle and Magical. The room looked as though it was usually messy, even thought the floor was clear and the bed was neatly made. So these were the interests of an adolescent Sirius, Reena thought.
Reena closed the door gently and walked down the other corridors of the second floor. She walked back downstairs, taking in every detail she saw. On the main floor, Reena walked to the center of the house, which happened to be the formal dining room. Reena rolled up her sleeves and held out her arms in front of her. She waved her arms in a wild gesture while calling out in a powerful voice "Resotray".
The dust from the furniture, curtains, and air lifted and disappeared. The color of the upholstery and wood furniture returned from its sun damaged ruin. The musty scent cleared out and was replaced with a light vanilla scent.
Reena felt very strange in the house without Sirius. She didn't know what else to do, so she fixed the lick on the door and left. When she arrived at her own flat, she wrote a letter to Harry.
Dear Harry, I hope you are well. Do you have any plans for the holidays? I've managed to get a house for Christmas. Take care of yourself. ~Reena *
Harry and Ron were trying to understand the complicated transfiguration notes they had taken earlier in the day when an owl with shiny black feathers landed in the common room. Ron untied the envelope from the owl's leg and saw it was addressed to Harry. Harry opened the letter and read it. Ron also read the letter and remarked, "Hermione's going home for Christmas and I'm going to Romania to see Charlie."
Harry took this into account and sent an affirmative reply to Reena.
~Thank you for all the reviews
Towards the end of the month, Reena began thinking of the holidays. They were impossible to avoid. All throughout the Ministry offices, wizards and witches gossiped about their plans for the hols. Someone had decorated the corridors with levitating wreaths and poinsettia flowers that softly sang Christmas carols.
It was more than Reena could bear. One day around sun set, she felt the need to get out of her office. She disapparated and appeared in a quiet neighborhood. Specifically, she was on the front lawn of a massive house. It was the only house in the neighborhood that did not have lights on and Christmas decorations. It looked shabby, as though nobody had taken care of it in many years. The wrought iron gate that towered above Reena supported skeletons of vine-like plants. The large front garden was covered in snow, but odd shaped lumps of dead shrubs stuck out. A smaller gate that separated the front house and garden was firmly locked. With a simple spell, the gate opened. The house itself was a large Victorian style with an enormous wrap around porch. Reena walked up the front steps to the front door.
The lock and doorknob was very old and opened with a forceful push. Reena stumbled into the foyer of the house. The house seemed so intact, it was unnerving to Reena. It was as though someone had left the house and would be back any moment. Sunlight streamed through the windows to fill in the empty feeling of the house. Inspecting everything on a closer level, Reena saw that the curtains were moth eaten and the furniture was faded by the sun. Everything was covered in a thick layer of dust. Reena could even see dust floating around the air through the sunlight.
Reena walked up the creaky stairs to the second floor. All the door on the second floor were shut. She walked down the corridor, stopping in front of the third door on the right. She opened the door slowly and peered in. The bedroom walls were covered with posters of Quidditch teams and bands, both Muggle and Magical. The room looked as though it was usually messy, even thought the floor was clear and the bed was neatly made. So these were the interests of an adolescent Sirius, Reena thought.
Reena closed the door gently and walked down the other corridors of the second floor. She walked back downstairs, taking in every detail she saw. On the main floor, Reena walked to the center of the house, which happened to be the formal dining room. Reena rolled up her sleeves and held out her arms in front of her. She waved her arms in a wild gesture while calling out in a powerful voice "Resotray".
The dust from the furniture, curtains, and air lifted and disappeared. The color of the upholstery and wood furniture returned from its sun damaged ruin. The musty scent cleared out and was replaced with a light vanilla scent.
Reena felt very strange in the house without Sirius. She didn't know what else to do, so she fixed the lick on the door and left. When she arrived at her own flat, she wrote a letter to Harry.
Dear Harry, I hope you are well. Do you have any plans for the holidays? I've managed to get a house for Christmas. Take care of yourself. ~Reena *
Harry and Ron were trying to understand the complicated transfiguration notes they had taken earlier in the day when an owl with shiny black feathers landed in the common room. Ron untied the envelope from the owl's leg and saw it was addressed to Harry. Harry opened the letter and read it. Ron also read the letter and remarked, "Hermione's going home for Christmas and I'm going to Romania to see Charlie."
Harry took this into account and sent an affirmative reply to Reena.
~Thank you for all the reviews