𝕠𝕧𝕖𝕣𝕣𝕒𝕥𝕖𝕕 | ℙ𝕒𝕣𝕥 𝟚 𝕠𝕗 ' 𝕙𝕠𝕨 𝕔𝕝𝕚𝕔𝕙𝕖 ' HIATUS

xxxvii

Sirius leaned against the counter, his bottom lip between his teeth and his stormy eyes staring at the floor.

Remus studied him with a concerned expression but reframed from asking, allowing Sirius to collect his thoughts. The werewolf took a seat at the table and waited.

The animagus didn't look up but his lips parted and then closed, the words dying on his tongue before they had even left his mouth. The ebony-haired wizard strode towards the door locking it with a charm before leaning against the wall and fumbling in his coat pocket.

Sirius pulled out a pack of cigarettes and lit one with his wand. Remus said nothing, noticing his friend's shaking hands as he lifted the drug to his pink lips.

" Someone," he began, taking a drag," Someone hurt her while she was in there,"

Remus's pale eyes widened, gesturing for Sirius to continue. He didn't seem to be struggling with the realization on the outside but Remus knew the pureblood better than that. He was sure Sirius's mind was running rampant with ideas as to what they did, and who it could have been.

" Just tell me what you know," said Remus calmly, his heart heavy with worry.

He blew out a puff of smoke, " When she, y' know, this morning .. . she kept saying he was going to hurt her again and I'm guessing the bastard they sent to watch her did more than just that," he replied, his dark hair shielding his face from Remus's view.

For a moment he thought Sirius was crying but he had been far off. When the pureblood looked up Remus's blood froze, it was as if he was staring back at the posters that had been taped to every shop and post only two years ago.

He looked deranged as a sinister smile graced his sharp features, " When I find them," he said softly, " I'm going to kill them,"

-

Eurielle watched as her mother grabbed another pot and a pack of seeds, " It's odd," she said, " At the other place they usually left me alone unless it was time for food,"

Her mother's brows furrowed, her eyes drifting over to the wolf, " But I like the company," she hummed, " Where can I take a bath?"

" Oh, I can show you when you're ready to take one," she said in a rush, her hand tucking a curl behind her ear, " We have someone bringing clothes for you, er, the man with the dark hair picked them out . . ."

Evelyn nodded, her focus remaining on the potted plant, " Alright," she mumbled.

Eurielle stood, bid her mother goodbye, receiving nothing in return. She turned the brass knob and slipped out of the room, letting out a breath she didn't realize she had been holding.

The young witch leaned against the closed door, her eyes closing and her mind seemingly empty. She enjoyed this small bit of silence, allowing herself to become adjusted with the huge change.

' My mother is here, she doesn't know who I am, and that's okay. My father is here, he's depressed and going mad from being in here, and that's okay. These things are out of my control, the only thing I can do is be there when they need me, nothing more,"

Eurielle's eyes opened and she was met with the empty portrait that belonged to Phineas Negillus, " Fuck me," she mumbled, pushing off the door and heading down the hall before opening the door to the great room where she saw her grandfather reading a book in his portrait.

Orion looked up and closed his book, " Ah, good morning, Eurielle," he said, cold eyes looking over her face.

She offered him a nod before taking a seat in an old overstuffed chair that faced his portrait, " I'm guessing you know mum is here,"