“A Squib’s Place,” the collection of Arabella Figg drabbles first posted here individually, is now up on An Archive of Our Own. It will be posted to TPP soon, as well.
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Arabella hugged Mr Cribbens; the rusty half-Kneazle purred throatily, his claws catching her jumper as he kneaded her shoulder. Continue reading
Arabella closed the telephone box door, swallowing hard. She’d rarely set foot in the Ministry, Continue reading
“I’m very sorry, Arabella,” Dumbledore said softly.
A tuxedo tom with a squashed face jumped into her lap. Another ginger cat leapt up to the cushion beside her, placing her paws on her arm. Continue reading
“Meeting Mr Figg”
Barclay left Mike Figg and Arabella in the Diggle’s garden.
Mike smiled. “Barclay’s talked a lot about you.”
“You played Quidditch together?”
Mike nodded. “Your brother’s good. Too bad he turned down the Falcons to work for the MLE.” Continue reading