Charlie sent a letter to her the next day.
I will be there tomorrow night, at midnight.
Charlie
Jamie bounced down the stairs, and into the kitchen. Sirius looked up from his paper, surveyed her for a moment, then continued to read.
"I don't want to know."
Jamie shrugged, going over to the cupboard. Peanut butter again, or tuna... Jamie pulled the peanut butter out, and grabbed a spoon.
She sat down with a thump beside Sirius.
"You don't want to know about what?"
He cocked an eyebrow, but didn't take his eyes off the paper.
"Exactly." Jamie frowned; it was obvious that was going to be the only conversation she would get out him. SO she grabbed the peanut butter, and went to the dusty living room, curling up in the same chair as the night before, and pulling out her book. She spent the majority of the morning reading about deaths her father had caused. Each one seemed to get progressively more violent. Murdered. Blown to pieces. Tortured, and then torn apart. Jamie put the book down after a rather disturbing description of someone being torn apart. She looked at the clock... noon. She sighed, and got up, going back to the kitchen and putting the peanut butter away. Sirius came in through the door, and busied himself with the dishes.
"I'm bored." Jamie said, looking at him. He eyed her as he continued to do the dishes.
"Well. You could help with the dishes." He said calmly, washing a plate.
Jamie rolled her eyes.
"I want to go out... to get something to eat besides peanut butter, or tuna. She made a face when she mentioned the fish. She had never been a fan of tuna.
"You can't, Dumbledore's orders." He said bluntly.
"So now I'm a prisoner here?" Jamie said, crossing her arms across her chest. Sirius sighed, and put down the dish, drying off his hands and turning to face her.
"Well not in the technical sense of the word. But he wishes very strongly for you to stay here... and I was told to keep you here." He said. Looking at her.
"But if I leave with Char-"
"I don't know what you're talking about." Sirius said, leaving the room.
Jamie glared after him in frustration.
She sighed, and finished the dishes he had left, taking time to clean each one of them spotless.
She sighed and reluctantly put the last dish away... She put her hands on her hips, and looked around the room... The next couple days were going to be boring, to say the least.
Jamie was right they were boring. By the time 11:30pm rolled around the next night, Jamie was ready to claw her eyes out with boredom. She didn't know how Sirius was living like this. She was more than relieved when Charlie appeared next to her window, flying on a broom.
She shoved it open, smiling at her brother.
She tossed her bag out the window, and put a note on the table next to the bed, explaining to her parents where she was. Then she climbed out on to the other broomstick he had, and they took off into the night.
When they landed in Romania, the sun was setting.
Jamie jumped off the broom, feeling more awake than she had in the past week, excitement and adrenaline flowing through her veins.
Charlie landed next to her, looking quite the opposite.
She bounced along beside him as he trudged through the campsite, eventually stopping at a small tent.
