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She stroked Mr Tibbles soft marble fur. He was her favourite, but she’d never tell the others that. The latest letter from Argus was in her other hand. His words sounded sad.
They had met long ago through the SFS. The Society for Squibs was for all the inbetweeners - the non-muggle, non-magical folk. The ones uneasy in both worlds.
Then Albus had thrown them each a lifeline.
Argus a place at Hogwarts, Arabella a secret mission to protect the Boy Who Lived.
She didn’t think it had been enough for Argus, but for her, Harry and her cats were enough.