Many Meetings
Lyra wakes up slowly, which causes her to panic and roll out of the bed with a thud before she remembers all that happened the day before. A second later and a pop sounds off next to her. “The little mistress be standing now for measurements.”
Lyra let herself be manhandled by the house elf and tape measure. After which the house elf hands her clothes that he found in the storage. A shirt and pinafore combo, the shirt's sleeves need to be rolled up by a bit. The pinafore that she was handed had some buttons to adjust, even the smallest size was a bit big on her.
Lyra was led down to the family dining room by Kreacher, in it she could hear Arcturus Black arguing with a couple of others. “If that fool Dumbledore finds out-” a male voice was cut off by a woman's “The girl is apparently skin and bones-” “The girl is of House Black!” Arcturus interjected.
“No matter what House Black cares for its own,” another voice added to Arcturus's statement.
Lyra took that moment to enter the room. In it Arcturus was seated at a square table. Surrounded by portraits that were talking and moving. A woman with dark hair all gathered up onto the top of her head, with sparkling silver eyes shifted to where the little girl stood.
“Hello chicken, I'm Dorea Potter, come in, come in let me get a good look at you!” The woman, Dorea greets her.
“Ah hello!” Lyra walked over closer to where the woman was hanging. “I'm Lyra! My last name is also Potter!”
“Why yes, I know you're my boy’s girl. Do me a favor chicken and twirl.” Lyra does as prompted, that tidbit of information she files away for later. She hopes most of her knowledge isn't too far off from what she knows to be canon. The woman tuts disapprovingly, “Cousin Arcturus, get Kreacher to give the girl small meals and often. You'll be taking her to a trusted healer today.”
“Of course, I was Cousin Dorea,” the old man says indignantly. “Kreacher,” he calls, “Get Lyra some tea and serve her some breakfast.” He orders the house elf nods his head and pops away. Returning not too long after with a plate of food.
“Thank you, Kreacher! It looks good,” the dark haired girl tells him cheerfully. She starts eating it immediately starting with the toast with marmalade on it.
“There is no need to thank him child, he is bound to listen to the orders of his masters.” One of the portraits tells Lyra haughty-like. The man in the portrait had short hair, dark grey eyes, and a well groomed beard and mustache.
Lyra paused in her eating, “I can only imagine how much of your food had spit in it in life.” Dorea and the other portrait let out a bark of laughter as he sputtered indignantly.
“Sirius Black II, ma cocotte. Mon ours taking Lyra in was a wise decision, her being around will surely liven up the place, I'm positive,” the other portrait introduced himself. His hair was shoulder length and more brown in color than black, and his silver eyes held mirth in them.
“Thank you father,” the old man told the portrait.
When Lyra had finished Arcturus had took her out to the garden. “I'll be taking you to a healer now.”
“May Gigi come too?”
“Gigi?”
“My cat.” Said kitten was twirling around Lyra's ankles. Lyra had named her on the way down to breakfast.
Arcturus seemed to think for a second, “You need to hold onto her.” Lyra quickly picked up the kitten, and they apparated away.
Lyra took a moment to make sure none of her meager breakfast went up the wrong way. “Come along now.”
He rapped on the door, and a woman with a dark mess of curls and steely grey eyes opened the door.
“Lord Black, to what do I owe the pleasure,” the way the woman said it gave the girl the distinct impression that she wanted him to spontaneously combust.
“Andromeda,” yup makes sense now, “This is a very important matter, Sirius's daughter yesterday was called to one of the Black homes. As you are healer you are my best choice. I shall trust no one else to treat the girl. They could go to reporters Oath or not.”
It was just then that the woman noticed Lyra, who gave her a strained smile. “Nice to meet you ma'am.”
“Come on in.”