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A few days had passed since Harry had begun his 'Patronus Training' as Elara had called it. Needless to say, he had made little progress since then which sounded like harsh criticism simply because it was. It was a warm Saturday morning and Elara had managed to compile a variety of food items (most notably Peanut butter and jam sandwiches) in a bag and put a simple preserving charm so that they wouldn't decompose quickly. This way then Sirius could have some food and not starve to death. It had also come to Elara's attention that Scabbers- well Pettigrew now that she knew his real identity - was now gone and Ron found blood along with some ginger cat hair which marked as evidence to convict Crookshanks as a murderer. Elara had several doubts that the rat was dead though, considering the fact that the man had frequencies of faking his death.
It was an admirable feat, Elara had to admit. She wondered if she too would be able to pull off the death facade well.
She could only hope that he'd reappear soon however. It was a very reluctant pray, though she hated to admit that she needed Pettigrew well and alive. He was her dad's only chance of actually having an argument about whether he murdered those muggles and helped you-know-who. Luckily, Crookshanks was trying his best but he was avoiding the golden trio due to Ron's violent tendencies against him. If Ron even tried laying a hand on Laurie, he wouldn't have any hands. Elara knew he was very aware about the threats she could hold against him.
In mention of the white cat, it seemed as though his visits to Sirius were ending quite quickly following Elara finding out the truth. Instead, he was often cuddled up besides her, purring contently into her fuzzy jumper.
Waking up was still a struggle, Elara laid in her bed for a good two hours contemplating the existence of humanity instead of actually being productive. Not that no one cared, it was a Saturday, Saturdays were made to be lazy. The girls she said her room with were up hours ago, doing whatever they do in their spare time. Elara hoped they were okay, despite how little their interactions were, they did make her smile.
Groaning as she got up, Elara pulled herself off the sheets of her bed, opening the mustard canopy of her bed and pressing her bare feet on the cold wooden floor, shivering at the feeling that she definitely should've gotten used to nowadays yet couldn't. She rubbed her eyes softly and then rubbed her nose, yawning. It was only 10am, yet it felt like she was waking up at 4am.
For a few hours, Elara lazed around in the common room. She didn't have any need to actually go out for anything so she spent her time reading and completing any homework she had been set. It wasn't that hard, she only found difficulty in potions but she could always ask Hermione for some help.
