Arabella Figg Harry Potter Novels & Stories

Arabella rushed back to the door, her voice raspy, still struggling with the chips stuck in her throat. “Yes, Miss Arabella,” Jimmy replied flatly. “He’s waiting in the living room.” Arabella narrowed her eyes. Harry was calling for her? The same Harry who usually shooed her away? Harry whose pride was taller than Mount Everest? Harry who had looked at her this morning as if she were an annoying fly? This had to be a trap. Arabella’s mind spun with bizarre scenarios. She knew that rich people could do whatever they wanted. She squinted toward the door, as if trying to see through it and read Jimmy’s thoughts. “What exactly did he say?”

“I don’t want to make out of all of this, Bella.” She looked as confused as I was, but already her mind was spinning with so many ideas. “I’m not mates with Jack,” Arabella muttered. “Don’t you think I should have known if we were?” She paused and then gazed at me. “Rhys, I think we need to trace this back to the witch who cast a spell on you. We…” she bit her lips, stuttering. Arabella looked worried about the next thing she was about to say next. When she stood up and came around her desk to meet me, I knew it was pretty serious.

both of them shook their head, as Alexander requested, "let's take a photo together mom, please." Arabella agreed to their request and three of them took a photo together, once the photos taking is done, she sent them to their rooms. Arabella smiled at Zara and made her way towards her own room but Zara followed her, Arabella knew it and allowed her into the room, Zara having a wide grin on her face, "So… is Mr. Rodriguez the reason behind this magical makeover?" Arabella’s eyes widened, surprised at Zara’s unexpected question. "How did you know?"

If Cayden and I had just stopped in to say hi, she would have come and given me a hug, but much like my father, she differentiates between her daughter Scarlett and her Alpha Scarlett. “Alpha Scarlett, Beta Cayden. Is everything okay?” She asks, her big green eyes wide with concern and her chocolate brown hair still slightly damp from a shower. It’s like looking into a mirror and seeing my future self. And I’ll tell you, I could do a lot worse. My mother still turns heads and is still a beast on the sparring fields. I’ve never seen her in an actual battle, but I have no doubt she can still kickass.

I could see Bel as an independent and brave woman. Now I wonder... What does she do in living? "I'm the only one who's living here, Clark. Don't tell me I'm the one that you're looking for?" she said sarcastically and puffed an air. She brushed her hair with the use of her fingers. I just shook my head from what I heard. She was assuming but I couldn't blame her. She has the right to assume this kind of situation. "It's not you. It's Magda." After I said that, I saw her body freeze. She even stopped picking up the biscuit on a plate. I sat down properly and stared at her carefully.

Letta asked again. "Don't worry, I just need to clap my hands, and he'll come here without anyone recognizing him,” Arabella said, making Letta immediately look at her with disbelief. "You don't believe it?" Arabella asked, looking at Letta's expression, making Letta just nod her head, and the next moment, Arabella clapped her hands, and somehow Abian appeared from among the displays of clothes that filled the glass showcases not far from Arabella. He was wearing a hat and inconspicuous clothing, making Letta squint.

The home screen had Alpha Arthur’s hot picture and I couldn't help but swallow hard. “What’s even the special thing in this tablet that will keep me busy,” I mumbled to myself as I began to scroll through. There were pictures of him with his parents when he was young, and scrolling downwards, I began to see pictures of Elara. Alpha Arthur took his time to take pictures of her when she wasn’t paying attention. This was interesting. I clicked on another picture folder, and Alpha Arthur’s hot pictures surfaced.

Jasmine said. “The Alpha will know, and he will give me the ultimate punishment. I have to do it myself Jasmine,” Ariana paused. “I'll have to do it or he will take my son forever.” ***** BRAD This cannot be a coincidence, Arabella had never been to the Library lately, if she had, there's little chance she had chosen the book about the Monogroth. The painting staring back at me is more picturesque than the one in that book, almost as if it needs a breath to come to life.

Only Harper seemed willing to engage with me, offering open conversation and answering my every inquiry. "By the way, Harper, have you ever met Arabella?" I asked, my knife deftly slicing through a head of cabbage. "Who, Your Highness?" Her tone carried a hint of surprise. "Arabella?!" I emphasized, "The lady whose portrait adorned the king's chamber," I clarified, searching her face for any hint of recognition. "Oh, I thought it was you," she replied, avoiding direct eye contact. It was evident she was lying and concealing something.