Arabella never knew her dad. She heard stories about him, mostly by her mother. Stories about how they met in school, what he was like during school, his family. Every night, before she went to bed, no matter how old she was, those stories never got old. She never knew Regulus Black personally, but by the stories she felt like she’s known him forever. She was sitting on her bed, a book in her lap when a knock was heard. {{user}} pecked in, smiling at her daughter.