Grimmauld Place
Hyacinth grabs her lesson books and painting set from her dresser debates bringing her favorite tea set and finally tosses it into her trunk with a few other stuffed toys.
A loud crack interrupts her thoughts, Dimple, the family house elf appears before Hyacinth. Dimple was wearing a white chemise and dress pants, “Miss Hyacinth, Dimple has come to help Miss Hyacinth.” he says.
Hyacinth plops back on her bed, “Thank you, Dimple, bring my Acromantula Silk pajamas, Mother says I will have to attend a party for children my age- whatever that means- so I want to wear the Unicorn Hair Silk dress that I got for my birthday”
Dimple quickly begins folding and reorganizing Hyacinth’s trunk, “Miss Hyacinth, Dimple will escort Miss Hyacinth to Mistress Black’s Home now, Dimple will be very quick, If Dimple can, Dimple suggests Miss Hyacinth hold on very tight to Miss Hyacinth’s belongings,” Dimple says. He bows and offers his gloved hand to Hyacinth.
She takes a deep breath and grabs on. The world twists and turns and the trunk’s handle starts to slip from her hand. Before it could fling away from her, they landed in front of a row of houses. Dimple leads her to the door and knocks for her.
The door immediately opens, a mean-looking elf opens the door, “Miss Hyacinth, I is Kreacher, Kreacher will help Miss Hyacinth with her trunk, Kreacher will take Missus to Mistress Black.” he croaks.
Hyacinth stares at Dimple almost as if asking if this is normal, but Dimple gives her bag to Kreacher, who opens the door wider for Hyacinth to enter. She hears a crack and knows that Dimple has left.
Hyacinth walks further into the place.
Talking portraits lined the walls, whispering about Hyacinth’s arrival and gushing about how much she had grown. A large door swings open, Aunt Walburga steps out, her heels click on the ground and her dress drags on the ground.
“Hyacinth Violetta Black! Oh! Look at you! You are starting to blossom into a beautiful flower!” Aunt Walburga gushes. She stares at Hyacinth and narrows her eyes at her figure and clothing.
Aunt Walburga guides her to the room that Hyacinth would be staying at. The grey wooden door had black hyacinths painted on it, and her nameplate with her entire name was in the center.
Hyacinth poises herself and does a slight bow to Aunt Walburga, “Thank you for allowing me in your home and providing me such wondrous things Aunt Walburga, I am most appreciative” she says. The posh pureblood drawl leeks from each word as drips out of Hyacinth’s mouth.
Aunt Walburga preens, “Oh you are such a wonder, Hyacinth, now let us go to the room where Professor Grimshaw and Professor Malcrow are.”
They make a turn around the banister and Aunt Walburga leads her to an archway with one long table, inkwells, and parchment lined up ready for use. The two Professors are chatting with each other comparing their sheets of parchment.
Aunt Walburga ushers Hyacinth to her seat, “Where are the boys, Grimshaw?’ she bites out.
Professor Grimshaw gives her a puzzled look, “They said they were with you Lady Black” he states, his voice growing smaller and smaller with each word.
Aunt Walburga turns a shade of purple before she stomps out of the classroom and begins to scream for Sirius and Regulus. Thundering footsteps could be heard coming from upstairs and two boys with curly black hair stumble into the classroom.
Hyacinth immediately stands up, she waits for the two boys to poise themselves. She slightly bows, her arms folded neatly in front of her, “Good day, Heir Black and Cousin Regulus” she says, her voice placid and emotionless. The two boys give her their best attempt at a bow back.
Professor Malcrow orders the three to their seats to begin her lesson on arithmancy and runes.
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As class dwindles on, Hyacinth takes a peak at her cousin’s work. Regulus the seven-year-old boy, has a neat row of little notes and pictures of the lesson. Whereas Sirius has completely given up on the lesson and begins to draw pictures of a castle that looks similar to Noctis Veil.
Hyacinth looks down at her notes, the neat and color-coded notes stare back at her, “Heir Black, why have you not got any notes? Do you want to share mine?” Hyacinth asks. She should share her things with Heir Black, if he were to get angry with Hyacinth it would not be good for her family.
Sirius rolls his eyes, “Stop with this Heir Black, I am your cousin, not some pompous git! Cousin Hyacinth, don’t ever call me that again” he demands.
Hyacinth gets red in the face, “Of course Hei- I mean Cousin Sirius!” she chortles.
Sirius grumbles but he seems to be happy that Hyacinth is listening to him, “I don’t need notes, I just remember everything.” He makes a motion with his finger, pointing at his head.
Hyacinth nods but doesn’t fully understand what he means.
Sirius sighs, he leans back in his chair, and a lock of curly hair falls onto his face. He tries to blow it away, but it just hangs there.
“Brother, do you want to go flying or painting!” Regulus asks, his small face looks so cute Hyacinth thought. It makes Hyacinth wish she could have the privilege of being an older sister. Siris breaks out into a smile, “Let’s go flying” he says. A mischievous glint sparkles in his eyes.
Hyacinth grips her quill, unsure of what to do while they go fly. She hears the pair get up, and she sighs. Alone again, she thinks. But suddenly, she is yanked from her seat, “Come on, Cousin! Let us go flying!” Sirius exclaimed.