Hi there again kids. I'm back, and quite proud of my update abilities. It
hasn't actually been that long, has it? This chapter doesn't really have
much about Sirius in, but I'm quite proud of it. It gives us an insight
into Orla's personality and mind. I want you to get to know her!!!! Anyway,
in your reviews, tell me what you think of her, yeah? I'd like to know!
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Chapter 4
Life was very much as Orla expected it to be when she got back home to 33 Beanhap Grove. Her mother, just in from work, was busy in the kitchen, and her father in his study researching for his next book. John had picked Orla up from the station because her mother was busy preparing dinner and it was never a good idea to interrupt Dad when he was writing. After a quick hello to her mother and father, Orla went to sit with John in the library.
"It's good to be back," Orla said, smiling as she looked around the room, "I never realise how much I miss it until I get back. Anyway," Orla said to John as she sat down in a comfy armchair, "How's work? And that girl, er Dorcas...?"
"Dorcas Meadowes... well, we're getting on rather well if you want to know. She'll probably be coming over some time during the summer. You can meet her, tell me if she gets your stamp of approval." Her brother smiled at her. From what Orla knew of the girl, which was quite a lot considering she had never met her, Dorcas would meet her approval.
"Hey, John, I think the only thing I won't approve of is her name, Dorcas?"
"It's not her fault her mother had terrible taste! Anyway, she makes up for an odd name with outstanding beauty." John stuck his tongue out at his sister and she hit him playfully.
"Anyway, you never mention anything about boys in your letters, anyone on the cards?" asked John, eyeing his younger sister suspiciously. "Not that any boy would ever get past my strict screening tests."
"Oh ha ha, I would never ask for your approval anyway John. I know how protective you are when it comes to me."
"That's what I'm supposed to do isn't it, frown upon any boy who so much as looks at you? Come on though, seriously, there must be someone? When I was your age I was a stud! And we do both have the Scamander looks."
Orla laughed at her brother, he was right. The Scamander's all had the same looks. Dark hair, dark doe eyes and quite a tall slim figure.
"There isn't really anyone on the scene. There's a boy I like, but the problem is that everyone else likes him too. He's highly sought after."
"So? Why don't you go for it. I can't imagine that he would be charmed by anyone else except you my darling."
"Yeah well, your biased."
"Who is it anyway?"
"Guy called Sirius Black."
"Black? As in The Noble and Most Ancient House of Black? What the hell are you going after a Black for? They're twisted! Slytherin scum the lot of them."
"He's in Gryffindor... and don't be so biased about Slytherin, they can't all be bad."
"Ah, I know who you mean!" said John, ignoring her comment about Slytherins, "His family hate him. I heard that whore Bellatrix Black talking about it at work one time. How he's a 'blood traitor' and doesn't deserve the name of Black."
Orla was surprised at this news. She didn't really know much about Sirius's family, except that he was a pureblood, and he acted like one. His proud demeanour and laid-back attitude left nobody in any doubt of this. The thought that Sirius was an outcast had never occurred to her. He seemed well adjusted and confident; she really did need to get to know him better.
"So do you approve of him?"
"If Bellatrix Black doesn't like him, then I'm his biggest fan."
"Who's this Bellatrix woman anyway? Sounds like you've made an enemy."
"She's a cheap little whore who keeps trying to split me and Dorcas up. I think she's taken a shine to me or something, she works in the Magical Law Enforcement Department, it's on the same floor as mine and Arthur's office."
"If she thinks Sirius is a blood traitor, why is she so obsessed with you? You weren't in Slytherin."
"But I'm not in Gryffindor, am I?" All of Orla's family were in the Ravenclaw house, except for Orla and her Grandfather, Newton Scamander who were both in Gryffindor, "She just has a problem with Gryffindors really, and muggleborns, and half bloods. She's a prejudice little cow, and a whore. She comes on to me all the time, even though she's engaged."
Orla raised her eyebrows. This woman didn't sound too pleasant.
Just then Orla's mother came into the library and sat in another one of the comfy armchairs. "Anyway dear, how did your O.W.L's go? You never mentioned in your letter."
Orla grimaced, she knew this was coming. "They went okay, I suppose. I should do well, I mean it's not as if I want to be an auror or anything, so I won't have to get O's in every subject." This was clearly not what Orla's mother wanted to hear, so she quickly tried to make up for it. "I think I did quite well in Defence against the Dark Arts though, and I even think I might have got an O in Transfiguration."
This seemed to make her mother happy. "Wonderful. Transfiguration is a very important subject. It will make up for the bad mark you'll probably get in Potions." Orla's mother didn't say this with venom, more like it was just a fact. Orla on the other hand didn't think she had done too badly in Potions. She did very well on the written paper, and the potion they had to brew 'The Draft of Peace' was one of the few potions that Lily had let Orla help her with. Orla smiled to herself as she thought of the look on her mother's face if she got a good mark.
"Oh, I remember when we got John's results." Said Orla's mother, "We were all so nervous! But they were excellent. Five O's, three E's and two A's. Of course dear, we don't expect such amazing results from you dear, you weren't a Ravenclaw after all. I'll just be pleased if you've tried your hardest." At that, their mother went to the kitchen, telling them that tea wouldn't be too long. Orla raised her eyes at her brother.
"She'll be pleased if I tried my hardest? Who's she kidding?" She said to her brother. He smiled sadly at his sister.
"What do you think you're going to get then?"
"I think I've done rather well to be honest. Probably not as good as you did mind. I hate it when she does that though! Just because I didn't get into her precious house, I must be thick."
"Hey, don't start bad mouthing my old house!" said her brother teasingly.
"I'm not, I'm not. All I'm saying is that we're quite a clever bunch us Gryffindors. Granddad is a world famous writer after all; he was in Gryffindor." Orla was starting to get annoyed at this point, so her brother thought it wise to end the conversation on a brighter note.
"Put it this way, soon you'll get the owl and be able to prove her wrong." He stood up and reached out for his sisters hand. "Come on, let's go help mum with tea."
Orla smiled at her brother, realising just how much she loved him. "Any chance you could do it alone? Only, I really feel like owling my a couple of my friends."
"Honestly, you don't lift a finger!" He pointed an accusing finger at her, laughed, and then headed off into the kitchen. Orla walked through the hallway, looking at the beautiful portraits of her family on the walls, and headed up the grand staircase to her bedroom. Maybe she would invite Lily and Tabitha Prewett round for a couple of weeks. It wasn't as if she had a small house, and her mother had said that she always wanted to meet her friends. Orla smiled to herself as she walked into her bedroom. The sky blue walls hit her immediately and she sat on her bed, looking around her room, taking in all the little details. With one last smile she fell back onto her bed and shut her eyes. It was good to be home.
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Chapter 4
Life was very much as Orla expected it to be when she got back home to 33 Beanhap Grove. Her mother, just in from work, was busy in the kitchen, and her father in his study researching for his next book. John had picked Orla up from the station because her mother was busy preparing dinner and it was never a good idea to interrupt Dad when he was writing. After a quick hello to her mother and father, Orla went to sit with John in the library.
"It's good to be back," Orla said, smiling as she looked around the room, "I never realise how much I miss it until I get back. Anyway," Orla said to John as she sat down in a comfy armchair, "How's work? And that girl, er Dorcas...?"
"Dorcas Meadowes... well, we're getting on rather well if you want to know. She'll probably be coming over some time during the summer. You can meet her, tell me if she gets your stamp of approval." Her brother smiled at her. From what Orla knew of the girl, which was quite a lot considering she had never met her, Dorcas would meet her approval.
"Hey, John, I think the only thing I won't approve of is her name, Dorcas?"
"It's not her fault her mother had terrible taste! Anyway, she makes up for an odd name with outstanding beauty." John stuck his tongue out at his sister and she hit him playfully.
"Anyway, you never mention anything about boys in your letters, anyone on the cards?" asked John, eyeing his younger sister suspiciously. "Not that any boy would ever get past my strict screening tests."
"Oh ha ha, I would never ask for your approval anyway John. I know how protective you are when it comes to me."
"That's what I'm supposed to do isn't it, frown upon any boy who so much as looks at you? Come on though, seriously, there must be someone? When I was your age I was a stud! And we do both have the Scamander looks."
Orla laughed at her brother, he was right. The Scamander's all had the same looks. Dark hair, dark doe eyes and quite a tall slim figure.
"There isn't really anyone on the scene. There's a boy I like, but the problem is that everyone else likes him too. He's highly sought after."
"So? Why don't you go for it. I can't imagine that he would be charmed by anyone else except you my darling."
"Yeah well, your biased."
"Who is it anyway?"
"Guy called Sirius Black."
"Black? As in The Noble and Most Ancient House of Black? What the hell are you going after a Black for? They're twisted! Slytherin scum the lot of them."
"He's in Gryffindor... and don't be so biased about Slytherin, they can't all be bad."
"Ah, I know who you mean!" said John, ignoring her comment about Slytherins, "His family hate him. I heard that whore Bellatrix Black talking about it at work one time. How he's a 'blood traitor' and doesn't deserve the name of Black."
Orla was surprised at this news. She didn't really know much about Sirius's family, except that he was a pureblood, and he acted like one. His proud demeanour and laid-back attitude left nobody in any doubt of this. The thought that Sirius was an outcast had never occurred to her. He seemed well adjusted and confident; she really did need to get to know him better.
"So do you approve of him?"
"If Bellatrix Black doesn't like him, then I'm his biggest fan."
"Who's this Bellatrix woman anyway? Sounds like you've made an enemy."
"She's a cheap little whore who keeps trying to split me and Dorcas up. I think she's taken a shine to me or something, she works in the Magical Law Enforcement Department, it's on the same floor as mine and Arthur's office."
"If she thinks Sirius is a blood traitor, why is she so obsessed with you? You weren't in Slytherin."
"But I'm not in Gryffindor, am I?" All of Orla's family were in the Ravenclaw house, except for Orla and her Grandfather, Newton Scamander who were both in Gryffindor, "She just has a problem with Gryffindors really, and muggleborns, and half bloods. She's a prejudice little cow, and a whore. She comes on to me all the time, even though she's engaged."
Orla raised her eyebrows. This woman didn't sound too pleasant.
Just then Orla's mother came into the library and sat in another one of the comfy armchairs. "Anyway dear, how did your O.W.L's go? You never mentioned in your letter."
Orla grimaced, she knew this was coming. "They went okay, I suppose. I should do well, I mean it's not as if I want to be an auror or anything, so I won't have to get O's in every subject." This was clearly not what Orla's mother wanted to hear, so she quickly tried to make up for it. "I think I did quite well in Defence against the Dark Arts though, and I even think I might have got an O in Transfiguration."
This seemed to make her mother happy. "Wonderful. Transfiguration is a very important subject. It will make up for the bad mark you'll probably get in Potions." Orla's mother didn't say this with venom, more like it was just a fact. Orla on the other hand didn't think she had done too badly in Potions. She did very well on the written paper, and the potion they had to brew 'The Draft of Peace' was one of the few potions that Lily had let Orla help her with. Orla smiled to herself as she thought of the look on her mother's face if she got a good mark.
"Oh, I remember when we got John's results." Said Orla's mother, "We were all so nervous! But they were excellent. Five O's, three E's and two A's. Of course dear, we don't expect such amazing results from you dear, you weren't a Ravenclaw after all. I'll just be pleased if you've tried your hardest." At that, their mother went to the kitchen, telling them that tea wouldn't be too long. Orla raised her eyes at her brother.
"She'll be pleased if I tried my hardest? Who's she kidding?" She said to her brother. He smiled sadly at his sister.
"What do you think you're going to get then?"
"I think I've done rather well to be honest. Probably not as good as you did mind. I hate it when she does that though! Just because I didn't get into her precious house, I must be thick."
"Hey, don't start bad mouthing my old house!" said her brother teasingly.
"I'm not, I'm not. All I'm saying is that we're quite a clever bunch us Gryffindors. Granddad is a world famous writer after all; he was in Gryffindor." Orla was starting to get annoyed at this point, so her brother thought it wise to end the conversation on a brighter note.
"Put it this way, soon you'll get the owl and be able to prove her wrong." He stood up and reached out for his sisters hand. "Come on, let's go help mum with tea."
Orla smiled at her brother, realising just how much she loved him. "Any chance you could do it alone? Only, I really feel like owling my a couple of my friends."
"Honestly, you don't lift a finger!" He pointed an accusing finger at her, laughed, and then headed off into the kitchen. Orla walked through the hallway, looking at the beautiful portraits of her family on the walls, and headed up the grand staircase to her bedroom. Maybe she would invite Lily and Tabitha Prewett round for a couple of weeks. It wasn't as if she had a small house, and her mother had said that she always wanted to meet her friends. Orla smiled to herself as she walked into her bedroom. The sky blue walls hit her immediately and she sat on her bed, looking around her room, taking in all the little details. With one last smile she fell back onto her bed and shut her eyes. It was good to be home.
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REVIEW!!!! Tell me what you think of my character and her family. How do you think the story should continue? I'd love your input, I love feedback. It's important to me. GO ON THEN!
Thanks xxx