keep your wand out

Arabella Figg, 29, Squib. Freelance Animal Groomer and Veterinarian.

[mrsfiggy]

fabianprewettdoesthings:

“Sorry, which ones?”

“Oh, just summon it.” Arabella made to reach for the bowl, then gave up and flapped a hand, “That’s a wand you’ve got, not a chopstick...”

[mrsfiggy]

fletcher-mundungus:

“How you know? Maybe I have an allergy to fishy meatballs,” Mundungus said, taking the biscuit and giving it a good sniff. It wasn’t McGonagall-level of baking, but it made him hungry. “What if the fishy smell is nice, though? I mean.. have ya ever eaten one of those?” He asked, giving then a big bite into the biscuit and moaning in satisfaction—his hand was already reaching for a second before he finished the first.

“You don’t have an allergy, I’d have noticed by now!” Arabella shook her head.

“I did them a quick taste to get the flavour just right... But who’d like cat food? They’d have to be dotty,” chuckled Arabella as she readjusted her apron with tiny printed fish on it. 

“There’s more where that came from,” She beamed as she watched Mundungus take the cookies, trying not to look too pleased.

[mrsfiggy]

allseersybill:

“Fishballs sort of sounds ick, though doesn’t it. You’ve gotta come up with something catchy if you’re going to sale ‘em.”

“Maybe, maybe...” Arabella frowned thoughtfully and nodded, digesting the idea slowly, “What’s a good name, would you say?” 

[mrsfiggy]

sturgispodmore:

“This is all cat food, yes?”

“That’s right! Homemade, healthy, leafy greens and drops of nutrition potion mixed in...” Arabella nodded proudly, “I might start a mail order service...” 

[mrsfiggy]

claudetteurquart:

“Only five Sickles?”  Claudette said as she began to gather her things.  “I…guess you’re right though.  Any more than that and we might be stuck in there until they close.”

Arabella chuckled and headed for the Floo - not the door, she had begun to remember this sort of thing now.

“That very true... and if I can’t make you money at the very least I can help you save. Five sickles is the weekly budget for Honeydukes,” Arabella declared. She grunted as she picked up the wireless and put it down again.

“Claudie... can you make this lighter with a little...?” Arabella motioned waving a wand.

[mrsfiggy]

hitwizmckinnon:

“You make your own catfood? That explains the fish meatballs a bit more.” 

“That’s right! And for five knuts each, you can have some for your very own...”

[mrsfiggy]

wendythewriter:

“And who would Sir Winston, Dilly and Snowball be?”

“Oh, have you not met...?” Arabella smiled in delight, “The one on lazing on the bookshelves is Dilly,” - a vicious-looking yellow cat flicked her tail - “That’s Snowball coming towards you,” - a tufty black cat was mincing his way over - “And that’s - no, Sir Winston, those are for later!” The round white cat gave Arabella a long stare and finally slinked away.

[mrsfiggy]

shacklebolt-kingsley:

“And are those cookies for…” Kingsley cleared his throat, a smile tugging at the corners of his lips. “…humans?”

“Yes, yes, yes...” Arabella pushed the bowl towards Kingsley, “don’t worry, they taste good... Besides, you’re an Auror trainee now, you’re supposed to have a sense of adventure.”

[mrsfiggy]

fletcher-mundungus:

Mundungus withdrew his hand from the bowl as he had been burnt by Arabella’s words. “Blimey, ‘Bella, how can a bloke tell ‘em apart?” He eyed the two bowl and then moved his hand to the other one, slowly, as if afraid they would bite him.

Indeed the cookies, though giving off a pleasant scent, were brown, chunky and thoroughly indistinguishable from the homemade cat food.

“Good lord, don’t be so dramatic, they won’t poison you.” Arabella folded her arms, though she was still smiling, “Give them a good sniff next time, and don’t eat it if it smells like fish.” 

[mrsfiggy]

hitwizmckinnon:

“The… what?” 

“Wake up now, dear, it’s well past noon - cookies are here, paws off the cat food!” Arabella switched the containers as she spoke.

[mrsfiggy]

allseersybill:

“Fish meatballs? That’s not something you hear often.”

“They’re a big hit with the kids, and cheaper to make than Menagerie cat food, too. I’m thinking of selling them for about five knuts each... Come to think of it, it should be fishballs, shouldn’t it?”

[mrsfiggy]

sturgispodmore:

“I beg your pardon?”

“Cookies, dear, in that bowl there!” Arabella snapped her fingers impatiently, pointing. “You can try the fishballs too, I suppose, but you won’t like them.”

[mrsfiggy]

claudetteurquart:

“Perfect – hopefully they’ll fix it tomorrow so I can pick it up after work,”  Claudette grinned.  “And if you come with me, then we can make a little outing of it – maybe we can stop into Honeydukes while we’re in Hogsmeade,”

“Oh, alright.” Arabella smiled - she still felt a small surge of pride at the thought of her own little sister as a bright, young professional going about her job. “But we can’t spend more than five Sickles there this time.” 

[mrsfiggy]

claudetteurquart:

“Oh, bollocks,”  Claudette uttered under her breath as she fidgeted with the radio in front of her.  “I think my wireless is broken – do you know if Dervish and Banges is still open?  Maybe I can see if they’ll fix it.”

“Dervish... dervish...” After being in the Wizarding for so long Arabella is pleased she has finally gotten a sense of all the different stores again, “D’you know, I think they are. But I’ll go with you, it’s getting dark - just a mo...” Arabella stuck her needles into the ball of yarn and put the unfinished scarf somewhere Snowball couldn’t get at it.

[mrsfiggy]

“Not that one! Those are fish meatballs for Sir Winston, Dilly and Snowball - the cookies are in the other bowl.”

[janethoward]

While I have you here, I need an opinion.

[mrsfiggy]

“I’ll do my best,” Arabella nodded, surprised but pleased to be consulted...

[mrsfiggy]

:D

Hi, it’s me Alana aka Rita Skeeter and Lucius Malfoy! I’m going over to the dark side - I mean the good side, and I’m going to give Arabella my best effort!!

Mrs. Figg is a squib, widow of Muggle Henry Figg, and the latest to join Order. She should be around the same age as the class of '68 - but she never went to Hogwarts. She loves her younger sister Claudette, who these days is the only reason she owns three cats instead of say, twelve...

(Also you guys are awesome lets party :D)