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IT WAS MID-MOURNING JULY. The sun was surprisingly out, and the skies were clear. Este Black rolled around her silk bedsheets, staring at her pink ceiling. Her bedroom at Grimmauld Place was set aside for her visits and was the room she spent the most time in when she was a child. Her adoring grandmother had created an enchanted emporium for her, commissioning whimsical hand-carved furniture from Italy and walls painted with scenes from her favourite tale of Beedle the Bard, "The Fountain of Fair Fortune," cosseted by the most fantastical dolls, stuffed animals, and tea sets that money could buy and Este hated to admit it, but she secretly enjoyed the occasional night spent in her childhood bedroom.
But there was much more Este would've preferred to do. Like, spending her summers in turquoise bodies of water, spending her time relaxing, drinking virgin cocktails, flirting with older men, soaking up the sun, etc. She had houses all over Europe and could've spent her summer in Italy or France. Este had chosen to stay back in England because she wished to spend time with her father. But hadn't realized there would be guests, this summer. Atlas had gone to Italy, as he usually did, and Este thought she would have so much time to get to know her father, but then the Weasleys arrived, and then, Hermione Granger, and then, a few more people. For the most part, Este didn't mind, she was getting free food, and free entertainment.
Peering at the pale blue grandfather clock, it was lunchtime. Este smiled, hopped off her bed, slipped on her black fox fur slippers, left her room, and made her way down to the ground-floor dining room. She was especially in a good mood because today, she and her father would finally be spending some time together. "Ah, there she is!" Sirius beamed, clapping his hands together, "Estele."
Este smiled and slid into the seat next to Sirius, "I prefer Este, by the way." Sirius nodded, he found himself quite idle most of the time, he found himself giving her money when she asked for some, sitting in Order meetings and mostly finding some activity to do that did not involve her or anything to do with this home.
"So," he said, clapping his hands together enthusiastically, "What shall we do today? No order meetings, no distractions. Your mother and I use to bake cookies together, maybe we could do that──" He was cut off by an owl──the Weasley Family's owl. The owl came flying through the window and dropped the letter onto the table before crashing into a clutter of items.
"That bird is ancient," Este remarked dryly before peering into the letter that Sirius received.
SNUFFLES,
Harry has used magic outside of school. There is a possibility he might be expelled or sent to Azkaban. Please owl him and tell him to stay put at the Dursleys.
