In between coughs, she managed to try and push Kristi away and choke out, "No. Wait. I have to write to Dumbledore."

"No you don't." said Nick, brushing past Kristi swiftly and lifting a fighting Marce up into his arms. Nodding toward Kristi, with a pleading look on his face, he asked, "Can you write to him? She really shouldn't stay here any longer..." he added, trying to see Kristi through Marce flailing her legs in protest.

Moody ran from the door into the attic part of the house looking at Marcella, Kristi and Tonks. He knew that something was taking place. His eye stopped whirling zooming at each person face making sure that he couldn't detect anything. He took a step back and sighed. "I will be standing at the door, if you need me just,... I will know," he said turning walking back to guard the home.

Tonks nodded and turned as they left. She summoned some parchement to her and and quickly wrote a short note for Dumbledore.

Everyone settling in fine here. The girls will owl you later.
Problems are being sorted. It's nice here.
Hope everyones ok.
Tonks

Calling one of the owls down, she sent the note off to Dumbledore.

She turned and took up her broom. She busied with the cleaning, finishing with a slightly less filthy room.
That'll have to do until we can use some spells again, she thought, heading back down towards the kitchen.

Having had all of Marcella he could take, Sirius storms out of the house. What he needs right now is fresh air and solitude. He walks through the garden until he comes to a bench. Sitting down he begins to stare at the night sky. Marcella had succeeded at opening some old wounds he thought had healed long ago. "Snape and Marcella lovers?" That would explain why he murdered that boy, Darrin Fletcher. There were rumors Snivillus murdered him in a fit of anger, but that seemed so unlike him. Snape has always kept his emotions on a tight leash. It would also explain why Dumbledore insisted on a closed trial and all the court documents sealed after everything was over. That still didn't explain Marcella and Snape. It's so unlike him to get emotionally involved with anyone, to allow anyone near him.

If Marcella was emotionally involved with Snape, then she's lucky he's locked up in Azkaban Prison. The last women to love him ended up being poisoned by his own hand. "Faith, I tried to warn you about him, but you wouldn't listen. You were too much in love to see the truth." Sirius squeeze Marcella's wand until he almost breaks it. "I can't be having feelings for Voldemort's daughter. The man who murdered James and Lily and has made it his life's work to kill their son, Harry. This is madness, and yet Marcella reminds me so much of Faith. Her fire, her spirit, they are all there in Marcella and so much more." Looking down at her wand, he could easily see himself falling for her, but that must never happen.

Sirius decides to go inside and make a cup of tea. He finds the basket of provisions Tonks had left on the table and proceeds to make a cup of tea the muggle way. Contrary to what Marcella thinks, Harry has managed to teach him how to do a few things the muggle way. Sirius sits at the kitchen table, takes out a roll of parchment, ink, and a quill and starts his report to Dumbledore. While he writes he continues to stare at Marcella's wand and thinks about her.

"I'd hardly call you attacking me a duel," she spat, ripping the wand from his hand and stuffing it behind her ear. "And I doubt Dumbledore would be happy hearing about what you did. Don't suppose you plan on telling him, do you?" she interrogated the man, sitting across from him at the table, arms folded on it, her eyes glaring into his.

It was starting to get extremely late, in fact Nick felt sure he could already hear the dawn chorus. Thoroughly knackered, he threw his bed robe on and wandered into the hallway for Kristi. Spotting her with Tonks, he leant against the wall waiting for her precariously.

Warily, eyeing him over first, she snatched back her wand and immediately shoved it onto her lap, beneath the table so that he could not see it. "I didn't attack you..." she snarled, eyes flaring, "Whatever I might've said.....you should be adult enough to know not to resort to violence. I don't care what you had against Snape, I'm not him. So just because you know who he was, don't make the stupid, foolish assumption that you know me. Because believe me, I can and will show my potential if you push me any further, got it?!" she hissed, slamming her wand on the table, practically throwing the chair under the table. She watched as the chair hit the table and knocked cups of tea over that must've been left by Kristi earlier and she felt no pity at all as the contents of the mugs tipped onto Sirius, scolding him.

"Well, unless you judge suits to be suitable attire for bed, I suppose what I am wearing is relatively correct. If you can call it that..." he said, tying up the robe tighter, feeling a breezedrift between his legs. "I just thought I should tell you, I'm off to bed. Didn't want you thinking I'd done a disappearing act."