selcouth // h. granger

◤incipient◢

in·cip·i·ent/inˈsipēənt/
adjective
beginning to happen or develop // beginning to come into being

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A C T O N E

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Elara Black had her back pressed against the wall, inhaling sharply and holding her breath as she listened. It was funny how she got around the house, considering that the number of people who knew she inhabited the last room on the top floor was just the number of fingers she had on two hands. Listening to the bits of this conversation that she could hear, she wondered if that number was about to grow- though she hoped not. Sneaking around the house was rather fun and exhilarating.

Taking occasional risky peeks to get a scrap of information and holding onto the small number of words she could hear, it was obvious they were discussing her existence. Eavesdropping has become second nature, her only enemy being Imperturbable doors.

Crack.

"Twins," she hissed in just more than a whisper as two identical ginger-haired boys appeared in front of her, "Get me exposed, and I'll reveal everything." She locked eyes with the two of them as they smirked, easily picking up on- "And don't tell me you're helping."

"Handy, that ability of yours comes in sometimes, doesn't it?" piped up George Weasley.

"If only you could get a bit closer..." drawled Fred Weasley. They moved to the side of her, not making any move to try and conceal themselves from the naked eye.

"I know the house like the back of my hand. There's no way I'm getting closer than this," Elara muttered and peeked around the doorframe and back at the two, who were sniggering. "Extendable Ears? Really?"

Fred had only just begun to pull the ears out of his pocket and tossed them up and down. "Reckoned you needed a helping hand."

"But if you don't want one..." trailed George as Elara snatched an ear out of Fred's hand and, before throwing it around the corner, put the string end in her ear and listened, voices much clearer than it was before.

"...don't understand. You never told me about-" sighed Harry James Potter.

"Never came a good time, Harry," interrupted Sirius Black, sounding exasperated.

"Aha, they're talking about you," Fred teased, also having gotten out another ear and was also listening in.

"Going to make an entrance?" George prompted, who had Fred leaning over his shoulder.

"Not yet..." Elara whispered, wanting to hear more of what they had to say when they didn't know she was listening.

"But why now? Why a week before school?" Harry queried, his tone seeming either exhausted or bemused. "I've never seen her-"

The few people that regularly came and knew about Elara's presence in Number Twelve, Grimmauld Place were Sirius, Remus, Molly Weasley, Arthur Weasley, Mad-Eye Moody, Tonks, and Albus Dumbledore. The twins were the twins, so naturally, they found out while exploring the place. If the twins do say so themselves, it was a right nasty little shock to find a fifteen-year-old girl playing Poker on her own in the middle of a room they were told not to enter two days after they first arrived.

"She seems to find joy in tip-toeing around the house," explained Remus Lupin. "Ever hear random doors closing? Cabinets? Lanterns blew out and re-lit?" Elara smirked as those were all her doing, therefore, correct.

"Oh-" Harry seemed to pause for a moment to think. "But why send her to Hogwarts now? Why not when you were teaching?"

Sirius explained this as Remus sighed. "It's about time she learned more about magic-"