cherry wine ( remus lupin )

5.14; simple miss-call

Alastor Moody had winded up dropping off Sirius' clothes after getting them from Grimmauld Place. Meaning Dumbledore knew about the situation by now. 

Inside Arabella's room, Sirius had sat there just staring into the white popcorn ceiling above him. She didn't question it since he had been like this for the past couple of minutes. "Reckon' I should go to Dumbledore? When we go back." Confused about something. Arabella was sitting in front of her closet, going through things that she wanted to bring back to Hogwarts. "You know how Diagon Alley was empty." Sitting up and crossing his legs.

"Yea, you said Politics. So I blanked out." Turning to him crisis crossed on the floor.

Sirius seemed to continue to be inside of his head; before saying something again. "Walburga spoke about something, that Voldemort bloke is starting some army. Something." He started to say to her. Arabella had felt that this conversation was becoming too serious, which she didn't want to lean towards. "Reckon there is going to be a war?"

Sighing and standing up from the spot she was in on the floor. Now moving to sit on top of the pile of clothes in another suitcase that she was bringing back to Hogwarts. "If you don't think about it, you won't have that funny feelin' reckon?" Counteracting chuckling a little trying to sure she was comfortable inside of the conversation. "You're safe now, right?" Turning to Sirius with her hands on her hips comfortably.

"For the time being." Sirius dramatically said, laying back down on the bed and putting his hands on his chest.

Walking over, she crawled onto the bed sitting on it trying to be comfortable after she had fully closed her suitcase again. "So just have fun," Shrugging her shoulders. "That's what I'm doin', dead dad, mum, yet I love a good party."

Sirius and Arabella had just sat in each other's company for the following time. Since there wasn't anything to do. Sirius hadn't asked her about whatever was going on with her and Thomas at the moment. She didn't even know what was going on in her head at the moment. 

As much as she said she liked to run before people got to know her better than she knew herself. For once she wanted to stop running and just stand there and see everything going on in the moment.

Once they had finished their Christmas lunch. Ruby had winded up being on the phone for the rest of the afternoon seeming to be in some kind of serious conversation. Arabella couldn't guess who it was just by the tone of her voice. 

Arabella wondered how it would be if she winded up staying at Hogwarts; with Clara and the others. Her house-elf after a while had come back. She was usually at Hogwarts working inside the kitchens with all of the other house elves. But it seemed like she was just back to report something to Ruby. Sirius and Arabella were sitting on the couch, one was reading and the other trying to find out where the good stations on the television were. "Sirius, dear, come here I'd like to have a word with you," Ruby had called for the boy. He perked his head back turning and seeing the lady standing in the middle of the doorway waving him over.

"Please, fix that." He scrambled to his feet, whipping off anything that was on his jeans. Before he had gone into the kitchen. Arabella looked up from her book for a moment, turning and following Sirius. Wondered what was the conversation that was happening inside of the kitchen with Ruby, her house-elf; Reemy. She was a small house elf the shades of a blush pink, she was more happy than a normal house elf would be. Loving how she was doing and the way she was being treated by Ruby.

Ruby even had a little house for the house-elf in the backyard garden so that she would have somewhere to sleep, etc. Something inside of her wanted to get up and put her ear to the door. But everything inside of her didn't want to know what was going on. Not wanting to worry about something else. Now that the idea of war was slowly sneaking up on them. Turning to the phone, it was ringing hanging from the side of the wall.