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Author: Seeing as no one is reading anymore, let alone reviewing, I think this is the last post.
"What were you thinking?" Walburga all but yelled in Sirius' face. He could only stammer. How had she found out? "She's a squib! Her limited magical abilities surely dragged your magic seed right in."
"I didn't know!" Sirius yelled in a rage. Walburga was pacing in front of the gold plaited fire place.
"Of all people. Your aunt? Don't think I don't know she's Arabella's mother! You stupid boy!" Walburga growled. Her plans were falling apart. How could her irresponsible grandson possibly think it was proper? "No matter. I can solve this." Walburga immediately stopped, a wicked grin on her face. She could simply adopt the child as her own. She left Sirius red in the face.
Silently fuming, he left the room too. He had something to do. He had already planned on ridding himself of Petunia by wiping her mind. The only issue was the magic growing in her.
Arabella sat writing at the Golden desk. Her quill was almost up, but she wanted to finish the last paper.
"Arabella…?" Hermione called from the door. Arabella looked up. Hermione noted the smudged ink on her face and giggled.
"Is it important? I'm finishing the admissions for the Defense Against the Dark Arts post…" Arabella didn't want to sound rude, but it was important to her.
"Well, no, not entirely important." She blushed. She, too, had applied for DatDA post. "I just thought you'd like to know that they sent out the invitations. Longbottom was invited." Arabella's head jerked up. Longbottom, the Boy who Lived. She shook her head, slightly disgusted. The boy was nothing more than a sniveling imbecile, and she was sure Sirius would pick on him. Why was Sirius my first was thought, she thought.
"Ok. It will be dealt with." She replied and returned to the parchment. She was almost done…
"Walburga says its formal dress. Ball gown." Hermione continued. Arabella growled in frustration.
"Hermione. I will talk to you later about this!" Arabella almost threw the quill at her. Hermione ducked out quickly, leaving Arabelal in an angry state. Quickly finishing her admissions, she called for Kreacher, the Black's oldest house elf.
"Mistress Potter.." He bowed. Arabella could hear his disgruntle mumbles but chose to ignore it.
"Please bring this straight to Headmistress McGonagall." Arabella handed the rolled up paper to the elf. He gave her a fleeting glance and disappeared. She walked out the room and walked around the house aimlessly.
Arabella's frustration had reached its boiling point. It seemed that everyone was working against. Walburga gave her the sense of an evil mastermind, yet she invited her ex-boyfriend. What was her malfunction? Then there was Hermione. She always interrupted her when she was doing something important. Was she jealous? Draco was obsessed with her, always making sure she was ok. Then there was Sirius. He was always around at importune moments.
Suddenly, she was being kissed. She went to slap the person, assuming it was Draco. The man that caught her hand surprised her. It was Sirius.
"I called your name three times." Sirius' was red in the face. She could tell that he was angry too.
"What's your issue?" She yanked her hand away. Sirius looked to make sure no one was around.
"Walburga." Sirius replied. She looked at him for a second.
"Are you serious?" She asked. He let out a little chuckle.
"Well of course I'm Sirius. But yes. Walburga is pissing me off." Sirius couldn't help but laugh at his corny joke.
"She invited Longbottom to your Gala." Arabella burst. Sirius clenched his fists. The boy would ruin his plans.
"Let him. I won't be there.." He muttered. Arabella looked hard at him.
"Why? It's your party!" She shook her head. "Wait. Why did you kiss me? Did I give you permission?"
"Well… I… Uh…" He turned on his heel and stalked the other way. She stared at his back, utterly confused.