Needless to say, Ciara was sick and tired of Wicklow. The rain came in droves, never stopping, just soaking. She was tired of watching it from her lone bed room window.
"Mum can't I just go to London's today?" Ciara whined to her mother, Nola, in the kitchen of their mansion. Her mother flicked her wand at the stove and Ciara could smell the Alfredo sauce that promptly stared heating up. Nola ran her slender fingers through her short auburn hair.
"Ciara, love, your dad and I don't want you to go so soon," said Nola nonchalantly, flicking her wand and dry noodles appeared out of thin air and dropped with a splash into a different pot. Ciara groaned and let her head slam on the counter with a loud thunk. "Mum!" she said her voice slightly muffled by the marble.
"Now dear, you can go to London's at the end of this week. Your dad and I have important business to take care of." Nola said, turning back around to the stove.
Ciara lifted her head up and narrowed her eyes at her mother. Both of her parents worked at the Ministry of Magic. They were the "Unspeakables" of the Department of Mysteries.
"Is this 'Important Business' in Wicklow?" Ciara waited. Nola acted like she didn't hear her. Ciara repeated herself. "Mother?" asked Ciara with a suspicious look on her face.
Nola dropped her wand and the wooden spoon she had been maneuvering dropped into the pot of noodles at the spoon stared to stir the boiling water by itself.
"No," Nola said shortly, "it isn't. And it is none of your concern. Your father and I have our reasons for not telling you," Nola explained as a cabinet swung open and a metal colander flew out and made its way to the sink.
Ciara pouted, her face again pressed against the cold black marble. She heard something slam above her. Her older brother, Roux's, room was directly over the kitchen. She felt the house quiver as he ran to the other side and slid down the banister only to land right next to Nola. She was looking at him with raised eyebrows.
"What?" he asked, not quite so innocently. He stuffed a sugar cookie from a plate on the counter into his mouth. Then he got his dirty cloak from the closet. He blinked a few times at Nola's frowning face.
"I wasz jus goin to play Quidditch wich duh guish!" he said thickly, spraying cookie bits all over the floor.
"And what, pray tell, was all of that noise?" Nola asked her eyebrows still rose.
"Noffink," he said, cookie crumbs fell to the floor once again.
"We shall see," she said and there was a loud CRACK and she popped out of sight. Ciara and Roux exchanged looks. He shrugged and swallowed the rest of his cookie.
"It's a bit of a mess, but I really didn't do anything," said Roux his pupils getting larger, Ciara could tell he way lying; nasty Saivien trait. Ciara's dark hazel eyes helped her hide this flaw, but Roux's light brown ones just made it worse
"Right, if that's true, I'll marry Professor Snape!" she muttered and hopped off of the stool. She ignored Roux as he hummed 'Here comes the Bride' to her retreating back.
She heard a CRACK and knew her Nola had Apparated back to the Kitchen. Ciara ignored her mother's voice which was now yelling a lot at Roux.
Back in her room, Fin had sprawled out on her bed; all two and a half feet of him. He yawned widely, got up, shook himself and scooted over. He turned his honey eyes over to her and blinked.
"What?" she asked as she went to her desk to pack up the rest of her homework. As Ciara searched her closet for notes for the past four years, she wondered what her parents could possibly be doing. She knew for a fact that they were leaking information about the Ministry to someone else, she wasn't blind. She also knew that she really didn't care. The whole Wizarding World had flown down after Fudge got the Minister position. Which he had kept, amazingly, through the 2nd Voldemort War. Ciara shook those memories from her head. The battle barely last three years but it was full of surprises, mysterious disappearances, and deaths. It had all ended shortly after Ciara's 2nd year.
Fin leaped from the bed to his pillow-bed which was close to the fireplace. Ciara exited with more than two feet of notes stacked in her arms. She packed them away carefully in her large black leather trunk with the Hogwarts Crest printed in Silver n the top and the letter 'C.S.' were printed above the lock.
In silence she packed for the next few hours. Fin changed sleeping spots three times before he found somewhere he liked. Unfortunately for Ciara, that was over her right leg. Her foot fell asleep due the 35 pound cat sleeping on her leg. She wiggled a bit, because he leg was getting uncomfortably warm under her jeans and she couldn't feel her toes anymore. Fin growled at her, but she ignored him; he knew better than to hurt her.
Soon after her last few books were pressed into her school bag, her mother called her name. Ciara ran out of the door, jumped over the railing and landed hard on the landing. Her mother shook her head.
"Quietus!" her mother muttered and her voice returned to its normal volume. "Love, you need to go to London's today," she said the concern in her voice was evident. Ciara obviously looked lost because Nola continued
"Your father, Roux, and I have received an urgent summons, I'll help you with your things and we can use the fire place in the den," Nola said and passed Ciara and went up the stairs to Ciara's room. An urgent summons? What for? Ciara thought to herself as she slowly ascended the stairs after her mother. She went to the hall closet and fetched Fin's cage. When Ciara entered the room, Fin hissed and sputtered at the shiny, metal cage.
"Locomotor Trunk!" her mother said and she walked with the hovering luggage down the stairs. Ciara scanned her room for anything she had missed. The poster of the Weird Sisters playing distracted her for a moment, but she shrugged and walked over the not-so-happy Fin.
After ten minutes of coaxing and three catnip mice and a dead rabbit later Fin was in his cage, his back to Ciara. She wasn't at all surprised, she would be mad at herself too if she was forced in a cage a week earlier than she should have been. Ciara heaved her heavy animal and her shoulder bag down the stairs to the den, a large room with a crystal chandelier and a very elegant couch set. Her mother loved to decorate.
Nola was fussing about the room attempting to find the urn of Floo powder. Nola found it under a sofa. Fin tried not to look to guilty, but it didn't work.
"Right, here, here grab your trunk. Apologize to Mindy for sending you so suddenly, and tell her I'll explain every thing later—don't worry dear I'll tell you at Christmas—I love you and your father does too, your brother doesn't want to say it out loud but he does as well and we'll all miss you while you're at school. Don't forget to write us! I'll send pictures later this year of our little adventure! Have the best time at school, study hard, and make us proud," she said and then turned back around, "Oh! Almost forgot; here is 60 Galleons from your father and I—shut your mouth dear you look like a fish— buy your self something nice! Half of that is for Hogsmede this term, you understand? We won't send anymore before Christmas," her mother said and pressed rather large bag of money into her hands. This whole speech went very fast for Ciara, she kissed her mother good bye and turned to the fire, still not believing what she had just been given. 60 Galleons? It was a small fortune to a 14 year old. She took a handful of powder and threw it into the fire.
With her trunk behind her and Fin in his cage in front of her, she shouted loudly and clearly, "Penthouse, Richford Building, London, England!" and immediately her fireplace disappeared and she was spinning madly through all of the other fire places. She soon felt hard stone underneath her and she looked up to see that she was in the spotless kitchen of Mindy Sorvez, London's mother.
"Hello, Ciara! Lovely to see you back here!" Mrs. Sorvez said, she smiled and leaned in from the other room. Ciara caught her breath, stood up, and dusted the ashes off of herself.
"Hey stranger! Long time no see!" Ciara looked up to see the wavy blond hair and round blue eyes of London Sorvez staring at her.