Dinner
The after math of the funeral was just seeing people. I hung out with all my friends until Sirius alerted me that it was best if we got going. He and Remus were really gentle with me. Both walked at my pace and gave me reassuring smiles and hand squeezes
When we apparated home my father was quick to great us. He wrapped me into a warm hug. Kindly he also offers the men to stay for dinner which they humbly accept. For dinner was pasta bolognese which I happily helped make. I stood by the stove stirring the boiling pot. Slowly I poured the pasta in. At the same time I also made sure to stir the bolognese sauce to my right. The kitchen filled with an amazing smell. Whilst cooking I also grated the cheese into small pieces
After about five minutes everything had finished. I dished up the meals into bowls bringing them into the dining room where the men talked. Inside I felt as in their conversation changed when I entered; Perhaps it was something on everything that's happened recently or it could just be a plain old chit chat
"Looks lovely Ophelia" My dad praised
"What can I say, I'm a chef" I joked earring a few laughs
"Tell that to when you almost burnt down the kitchen"
I gasped "Don't tell them that"
"So you almost burnt down a kitchen?" Sirius smirked
"No the stove just got too hot"
"I see"
For the rest of the dinner we just talked about random things. For example I was told that Marisol and Nick really want to see me. Apparently they miss seeing me in the kitchen all the time
"So Ophelia, we've decided that for summer you'll stay here for most of it but some days your welcome to stay around mine but the last three and a half weeks you will definitely stay at my home"
"Cool...Where do you live?"
"In fact I'm at my old childhood home"
"I thought you were disowned" I frowned
"Yeah well turns out I'm the last child of my parents sadly alive" He says "So I guess I got everything that wasn't given to you"
I nod at him with a smile on my face
"Also I'm just letting you know that there's an awful house elf, Kreacher, who just mumbles about blood supremacy"
"Geez-"
"And not to mention the portrait of my mother which I covered with a curtain"
"Why did you cover her?"
"She screams at me saying I'm a disgrace and how I should've gotten into Slytherin or at the very least Ravenclaw"
"Oh"
"But I'm sure she'll love you" He sighs "She shouts at me wondering when she'll get to see her grandchild"
I laugh "Well I'll be more that happy to meet her"
"I'm pretty sure you'll be mad by the time you go back to school"
"Probably"
We all finish our dinner joking around. My dad excuses himself quickly heading downstairs. I give the remaining two adults both confused looks as they continue to be calm. My eyes watch them
"Ophelia I know I'm fabulous but a picture will last longer" Sirius smirks
"Ugh your not fabulous, I am" I announce brushing a hand through my hair
"You've got some competition Padfoot" Remus chuckles
"Bambi has got nothing compared to me"
"Bambi?"
"I'm a mini marauder Moony" I wink at the man
"And when did this happen?" He questions leaning on his elbows
"Last summer" We both reply
"So why wasn't I told?"
"I practically never saw you" I admit smirking at my uncle
"Sirius?"
"Umm it never came up" He said rubbing the back of his head
"I see" He sighs leaning back in his chair
"OPHELIA" My dad shouts
"Yeah"
"I HAVE A SURPRISE"
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Ophelia || Harry Potter
Fanfiction[BEING GRADUALLY REWRITTEN INTO THIRD PERSON] "The aim of art is to represent not the outward appearance of things, but their inward significance" - Aristotle What if this inward significance was being able to create a piece moments before it happen...
