#arabella001

[ambrxsse-blog]

where: Prospero Slughorn’s Mansion who: Ambrose Kennedy and Arabella Figg ( @arabellafiqq​ )

The past few months he spent staying in England was surreal, to say the least. He managed to weasel into the most feared circle in all of England. Perhaps currently, in the entire wizarding world even. He bumped into Evelyn, out of all people. He’s met some pretty interesting men who kept his bed warm. Not to mention, the biggest twist of all, meeting his sister who’s alive and well, living in the wizarding community all this time. And with a different last name too.

After sharing with his sister that his betrothal when they were teenagers have successfully resulted in marriage, Arabella had told him about her marriage and the ill fate of her spouse. Of course, he looked it up only to end up confused, unable to find a departed male Figg who married an Arabella. 

Hoping to use the event as a chance to clarify, Ambrose searched for his sister. He even sent her a dress in hopes that she would attend. Now that he knew what she looks like, Ambrose easily picked her from the crowd. “Arabella,” he spoke as he touched her elbow, catching her unawares. “Can we speak for a minute?”

[aliceinaurorlxnd]

It was rare that Alice had a day off in week, but she tried to book a day off at least every month, so that she could spend some time with her son. Of course, they had the evenings, and the days she worked from home. But she liked to have some fun full days with him. They were going to go and spend some time in the park today, but she had to pick up a few things from Diagon Alley before that. She’d ordered some new robes a few weeks ago, and it was nearly Frank’s birthday so she needed to pick up his birthday present. Luckily she’d had the forethought to reserve a couple of books, so she only had to go collect them.

“We’ll go get mommy’s robes and daddy’s books and then head to the park okay baby?” She murmured with a smile as they headed down the Alley. She was that distracted by Neville that she nearly ended up walking into someone. “Oh... sorry....” She murmured, managing to stop. She looked up, and smiled, as she recognised who it was. “Arabella. Hi!” She hadn’t seen her for a few months, and she knew exactly why. She was still feeling guilt about what had happened that night, and she hadn’t really dealt with it yet. “How are you? It’s been a while!”

@arabellafiqq​

[tvkla]

she forgets sometimes,  that while her marriage was five years ago, her departure from hungary remains fresh in some minds. people want to be reintroduced. only one thing has changed, but everything is different. she recognises arabella, but any interaction with the heir of hungary’s neighbor had always been tinted with their age gap, different schedules, different interests, different pursuits. tekla’s smile is one for poetry: perfect, and with the semblance of warmth.  “ it’s been a long time. how are you ? ”   [ @arabellasxndrine​ ]

[partyboybilius]

where: The Order’s Safehouse who: Bilius Weasley and Arabella Figg ( @arabellafiqq​ )

Bilius was torn. On one hand, he didn’t like being in the safe house. It brought back unwelcome memories that he wanted to be buried far away from him. But having unceremoniously dumped Ethan and Bilius’ cat, Noodles, with Arabella, the least he could do is offer some financial help. Frankly, he’s ashamed that he was only visiting now. Bilius didn’t plan on taking no for an answer so he decided to see her unannounced. Unfortunately, that meant visiting the safe house. Bilius had no other choice.

He found himself in front of her door, bringing only a pouch of galleons in the inside pocket of his coat. He knocked. "Hi,” he uttered when someone finally opened the door. His voice was soft, barely louder than a whisper. He had no idea how most of the members of the Order were doing at the moment. And that’s entirely on him. But if there was someone who didn’t deserve the treatment she received during the entire debacle, it was Arabella. “May I come in?” he asked kindly.

[gramorgan]

@solcsta

Grayson didn’t really know where to be. It was the main side effect for just getting into a new place, but he thought maybe he’d find someone he knew. No dice, but he wasn’t willing to give up, not with all the people who were in the area. The park was nice, for once it wasn’t raining--god he hated rain. It always downed the mood of the day. He took a seat on a nearby bench, sighing as he felt the relief of the pain in his shoulders and back as he settled against the wooden structure.

[ambrxsse-blog]

where: Magical Menagerie who: Ambrose Kennedy and Arabella Figg ( @arabellafiqq )

There were very few people who could claim that getting their pet through customs went without a sitch. Those who could have money or at least a handful of connections. Ambrose had both, ensuring a smooth arrival for him and his pet kneazles, Fitz. 

One of the very first things he did when he arrived was to locate a menagerie. Thankfully, there was one in Diagon Alley. On that day, he had decided to buy a few essentials for Fitz as they get settled. Ambrose walked around the shop first before finding what he came for. He was reaching for a bag of kneazle feed when his hand accidentally grazed against someone else’s reaching for the same thing. Reflexively, he pulled his hand back and gestured for the other person to go ahead. Something about them seemed familiar to Ambrose but he shrugged it off, thinking that bumping into anyone he knew was unlikely in a foreign country. “I’ll just get the one behind it,” he said, not thinking anything about it.

[augusta-longbottxm-blog]

i’m worried too | arabella & augusta

March 11, 1979 St. Mungo’s Spell Damage Ward { @mvgicless }

Augusta stood motionless at the doorway to Minerva’s room, leaning against the frame. Her friend had been brought here early this morning after some Order and Aversio members had managed to rescue her, and though she had been attended to hours ago, she had yet to wake up. Augusta tried to tell herself that it was normal. Minerva had suffered through a traumatic experience, her body and her mind needed time to recover. But it was no use. No amount of trying to tell herself the facts would stop the worrying.

Pushing off the door frame, Augusta left the room, wandering down the hallway. She had changed out of her healer robes a few hours ago, yet she hadn’t managed to make herself go home. Adelaide was staying at the manor with Annabelle, leaving Augusta free to stay at Minerva’s bedside until she woke up, even if she needed a shower and a long sleep. 

Augusta’s feet took her to the waiting room at the far end of the floor, and she paused in the doorway, her eyes searching until they landed on Arabella Figg. The woman was sitting in the same chair she had been keeping vigil in for hours, hunched over. Arabella had been a part of the rescue mission. Augusta made her way across the room and sat down next to Arabella. “Has anyone checked to see if you have any injuries?” It was far more effective than if she were to ask ‘how are you?’

[minerva-mcgonagxll]

a confidant | arabella & minerva

Mid February Arabella’s Flat { @mvgicless }

Minerva had always had a fondness for Arabella Figg. She had known Arabella for quite some time, even before they had both become members of the Order. She had first met Arabella when she was only 16. Albus had just been named headmaster and had Arabella to take a few classes at Hogwarts that didn’t require magic. Minerva had still been recently new as a professor to Hogwarts, but he had asked her to oversee Arabella’s studies and make sure that she was having an okay time of things. So Minerva had joined Arabella for many study sessions in a private corner of the library.

Minerva remembered with a smile that she had liked Arabella from the start. They had first bonded over their mutual love for cats. She still thought fondly of the time Arabella had found out about Minerva’s animagus form and demanded she transform to show her. The look of awe and delight on Arabella’s face had given Minerva more joy than she could express. But once Arabella’s studies ended, they were able to see one another less. That is, until they both joined the Order.

Now that Minerva was no longer a psuedo-professor to Arabella (though she had never really had to play that role with Arabella even when she was helping her with her studies), she found it easier to have a true friendship with the slightly younger woman. As such, she and Arabella had tea together quite often. So it was with the ease of familiarity that Minerva approached Arabella’s flat one Sunday afternoon. Knocking on the door, her smile was bright as it swung open to reveal Arabella.