Although she was a squib, Arabella Figg had been involved in the wizarding world for most of her older years, but she had been mostly disconnected from it for the past three months, since the demise of You Know Who. The war was over and people were moving on, but not Arabella. There was nothing left for her here in Little Whinging, or really in the Muggle world at all. She was 75 years old. Her beloved husband had died more than 25 years ago in a roadway crash whilst on his daily delivery route. Harry Potter, on whom she'd kept an eye for sixteen years, had not returned to Little Whinging since the summer of 1997. With You Know Who gone, the Order of the Phoenix was considerably less active; Arabella hadn't heard from Minerva McGonagall in more than three months. So the sight of an owl flapping its wings at her kitchen window made her heart skip a few beats.
She retrieved a letter from the owl's talons, gave him a fishy cat treat and asked him to wait. Sitting at her kitchen table, she read the letter with growing interest.
The problem with doing so much work at his desk was that things inevitably became buried under piles and piles (and even a few more piles) of parchment. It was only when cleaning off his desk that Remus discovered the owl, completely covered over by essays on the finer points of cheering charms. Remus pushed his other work aside, quickly reading the note.
And was completely shocked to see who it was from.
Remus quickly sent off a response, pleased to hear from an old friend once more.
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She retrieved a letter from the owl's talons, gave him a fishy cat treat and asked him to wait. Sitting at her kitchen table, she read the letter with growing interest.
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And was completely shocked to see who it was from.
Remus quickly sent off a response, pleased to hear from an old friend once more.
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