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A/N Adam was a warlock in "Bewitched" and a mortal in "Tabitha". For this fanfic, he's a mortal.
Tabitha had a lot to adjust to in her new lifestyle at Grimmauld place. Her witch clothes felt peculiar at first, but she eventually got used to them although she sometimes dressed muggle. She was doing well at WWN and her boss was pleased. She was sending the coded messages as needed and was quite amazed at being able to communicate with the other members of the Order, especially when the Order would have meetings and the reports would come back as to how the messages had been received and how they had been able to accomplish this or that mission. She was glad to do her bit, and it was actually kind of exciting, like something out of a spy movie.
True to Dumbledore's word, her magic training had begun. Sirius was her usual teacher, due to his proximity and the fact he didn't really have much else to do. She was learning that although some magical elements were the same regardless of who was performing the spells, every witch and warlock had their own style. Sirius liked to add flourish. It was entertaining to have him training her, and he always made Tabitha laugh, even though he was thorough and made sure she learned her lessons.
He was teaching her Charms, and he brought out a pendant on a chain to show her. It was antique, obviously valuable, and finely wrought. It had the crest of the Black family as its principle decoration.
"This will protect the wearer from all Dark Magic," Sirius told Tabitha.
"You lie, nothing will protect the wearer from everything," Tabitha retorted.
"Good, you learned your first lesson," he said, patting her on the shoulder.
As a new member of the Order and still in training, Tabitha's attendance at meetings was expected, but her participation was not. Her input was received cordially the few times it was given, but she was not given full membership status yet. Tabitha really didn't care. She was so focused on her own pregnancy and she still felt the effects of Paul's death. She was subject to mood swings from both circumstances. Sometimes she would be very serene and philosophical about the mysteries of life and be able to sort out some sense into Paul's death. An hour later her mood might swing back to where she was depressed and brooding on the couch, or sometimes she would go into the shower and cry quietly. With Sirius always there, she had very little privacy. Sometimes when the pressure got to be too much, she would call on Endora or Samantha to mind Sarah while she went off somewhere to blow off steam. Sometimes she would head to the woods or the beach, someplace lonely and isolated and cry and scream as loud as she wanted. Then she would come home quieter and better able to cope.
All things considered, Sirius was an easy person to get along with and they settled into a comfortable friendship and a comfortable domestic routine. Kreacher actually did the chores and cleaning up that needed to be done, but Tabitha would magic up meals for herself, Sirius and Sarah. Tabitha never really trusted Kreacher and despite her assurances to Sirius that day in the kitchen, did not put it past Kreacher to do something to her or Sarah's food if he got the inclination to do so.
Tabitha fell into the habit of acting as hostess to the meetings, seeing to the refreshments and the correct number of chairs. Sirius would tease her about this and call her his "best girl". Tabitha would laugh along with the joke, but she sensed lonliness and restlessness in Sirius and wished there were more young, single women in the Order. Tabitha was a romantic and liked seeing people paired off happily.
Sometimes they would fall into conversation during her training sessions. Sirius would regale her with stories from his days in Hogwarts and Tabitha would be an interested audience in the exploits of the Marauders. He had loved his school days at and had become even more nostalgic for those crazy days when things got tough at Azkaban. He would concentrate on the happy times and he was able to survive. However, he never spoke to her about his time in prison. She knew about it, but not from him.
Then it would be Tabitha's turn, and she would tell him what it was like to go to high school, the dances, the football games, driving cars. He never drove a car, but he had a motorcycle. Tabitha laughed, trying to imagine a wizard biker or even funnier, a witch biker chick.
"What was Paul like?" Sirius asked her one day. He noticed she had seemed down. When she had come to breakfast that morning, her eyes had been swollen from crying herself to sleep, despite the teabags she had put on her eyes for the swelling. All day she was pensive, and he took a chance by asking her.
Tabitha smiled briefly. "Outgoing, friendly. I guess you need a certain amount of moxie to show yourself before a camera every day. He liked his work. He definitely had a wild side, liked to take chances. I worked for him for a year before he asked me out." She didn't mention that some things about Sirius reminded her of her late husband.
"Well, I know he had good taste in women, anyway." He said, teasing her.
Tabitha grinned and playfully punched him in the arm. "Now, " she said, "back to Charms."