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Dora had apparated her home but then left shortly after, saying she had a shift in Knockturn Alley with Remus to get to. Eurielle gathered her many bags and walked up the steps and went inside, setting them down in the doorway. She looked around, where were they?

The halls were now painted a light blue and the crown molding was stark-white, according to Sirius her mother had demanded the house to become more welcoming, and like always he gave her what she wanted. Eurielle was pleased with the change, more than she would care to admit.

" Kreacher!" she called.

The elf appeared and gave her a sour look, " Can Kreacher helps the young miss?"

Eurielle didn't like Kreacher, but she was always polite and never rude, knowing that Kreacher was what wizards made him to be, a very sad existence indeed, " Please put these in my room, and where are my parents?" she asked.

He snapped his bony fingers and the bags rose, " In the parlor, young miss," he said before walking away, " Need too put the brats things away, house needs to be nice for Master's Evelyn," he grumbled under his breath.

She rolled her eyes before walking to the parlor, she opened the door and stopped in her tracks. Her mother was fast asleep in her father's lap, her head against his chest and the smallest of smiles playing on her lips as she slept.

Sirius was in a similar state, looking peaceful and ten years younger with his arms wrapped tightly around Evelyn.

Eurielle smiled before closing the door and making her way upstairs, deciding to go ahead and get ready.

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She threw on a fitted pale pink mini dress and pulled her dark hair up into a high ponytail. Honestly she was dreading the dinner. The only reason she was going was for Fred, and to see Fleur of course.

It was almost six and Fred said she could floo over around that time. Eurielle looked over to the many bags and looked through them, slightly glad she hadn't bumped into Sirius when she came back to Grimmauld.

There was about eighty galleons worth of shoes and clothes in there, not all belonged to her but- well let's say about 95% of it was hers. She pulled out a slightly fitted white dress that had sunflowers embroidered on the bottom as well as the puffed sleeves, she had gotten it for her mother. Eurielle placed it on her bed and sighed, she was nervous to give it to her. . . maybe she'd just leave it on her mother's bed.

Eurielle picked it up and walked across the hall, she hadn't been in here as her mother spent all her time in the parlor. The room was very different than the others. It was somehow brighter. Sheer white curtains hung from the windows and the walls were painted a light shade of spring green.

Of course an assortment of plants were in the room, some even hanging from the ceiling. The scent of the room was almost nostalgic, it smelled of pine and wildflowers, she probably could have gotten drunk off it.

With a smile she laid the dress on a quilt- that Eurielle suspected was made by Mrs. Weasley. Her heart lightened slightly, maybe Fred's mum wasn't so annoying.

She made her way downstairs with a bag in hand and turned her head to see Sirius leaving the parlor, she smiled, " Nice nap?" she asked softly.

His eyes widened, " You're home," he said, eyeing her outfit, " Where are you off to now?"

She raised an eyebrow at his tone, " Fred invited me to his mum's for dinner, thought I'd go," she said with a shrug, taking in his almost annoyed expression.

" Well thanks for asking," he said sarcastically before walking around her.

Eurielle scoffed, " What's wrong with you? Haven't had your hourly ciggy?" she asked hotly, her arms crossed in front of her chest, " Whatever's your problem it isn't my fault, so don't take your frustration out on me,"