A M E L I A

Amelia Susan Bones 7th year, hufflepuff, head girl, prefect, daughter, sister, friend, believer, fighter   < I must be strong. I must have fire in my eyes when I face them, not tears. >

[ameliemuscles]

edgar-bones​:

Edgar took pride in enjoying Herbology, perhaps because he enjoyed it so much or perhaps because it was one of the only subjects his sister and brother didn’t take that he did. No shadow, no preset standard, just him. “You’re welcome. Who do you think does the harvesting?” 

Edgar watched as a few students came and left the common room, giving a few nods to a couple of classmates and friends. “Well, I have been thinking…” Did he want to tell Amelia what he had been thinking? Yes, sure, he wanted to get another’s opinion on the matter, but did he want his sisters? His sister had always been like a second mother to him, which sure, he was completely grateful for, so many others didn’t even have a caring mother, never mind two. she’d probably be a little over enthusiastic about it, drop of 1001 textbooks and biographies, write a detailed strategy on how he could get into the career and then how to climb to the top. Edgar was only in his fourth year and he wasn’t ready for that kind of commitment just yet. What if he changed his mind? What if something more important came up and he did that instead? “I’ve just been thinking about a few things thats all. Maybe magical remedies, care for creatures, you know. Maybe I’ll teach like mom does.” He lied. He had actually been considering curse breaking and he knew if he even suggested it, Amelia would latch onto it. || @milabones​ 

“Oh don’t get me wrong – I’m glad some of you seem to enjoy spending hours watering and talking to plants,” she laughed. “It’s just not for me, which is probably all the better for those poor plants.” She sat straight and listened up as it seemed he was about to let her in on his aspirations for the future. She could see the conflict written on his face, and indecision – which she had to remind herself, was normal at his age. Even if she’d always had a plan for her own future which included detailed steps on how to achieve it, said plan had changed about six times since her own fourth year. The choices he listed all seemed fitting and like they would make him happy; he was always a more caring individual when compared to her hard, no-nonsense, sometimes cold approach to most things. “These all sound nice. Let me know if I can do anything to help, or introduce you to anyone,” she couldn’t help but say. While she understood how he might want to get there himself, she just wanted the best for him, and Edgar was deserving of a helping hand more than anyone she knew. “Don’t tell mom until you’re sure, though,” she said with a secret smile – “you know how she’ll get if there’s even a whiff of one of us wanting to follow in her footsteps,” she laughed. Amelia took after their mom in that way – brash and intense and with a tendency to put her nose in everyone’s business. @edgar-bones​

[ameliemuscles]

⭐️ Ron: What is your biggest fear and have you overcome it?

What is your biggest fear and have you overcome it?

Amelia’s boggart is herself. Or more precisely, who she could allow herself to become. She knows she’s a powerful witch, from a renowned family. She’s pure blooded, has money and opportunity. She’s smart and not without her fair share of pride and ego. One of her biggest fears, outside of the usual losing anyone she’s ever loved and getting anything less than an O on her NEWTs, is complacency in her privilege that would lead to her to accept the status quo. 

She knows she is no purist and will always provide safety and help to those who need it or have been arbitrarily victimized. But she also knows that she could live a good life just accepting the world as it is and surrounding herself by the people she loves. What scares her, as she gets more involved in Magic for Peace and starts to face had down the darkness building at the castle’s gates, is not being strong enough to spend every day fighting for those who need her. 

Because she doesn’t technically have to fight back – she doesn’t have to fight at all. No one is threatening her safety, no one is attacking her for who she is. She has all the reasons in the world to side with power, and she’ll be welcomed there with open arms. While she knows she can never actually side with the oppressor, she is terrified that fighting against the tide will be too much, too hard, and one day she’ll find herself just letting things be as they are, exhausted and hardened, the fire inside her long extinguished. 

While being an Auror is hopefully going to help keep the fire alive and make ignoring the fight ahead impossible for her, she’s also scared by the prospect of getting on the Ministry ladder and getting so comfortable within the administration of power that she won’t be able to dissent when her morals tell her to. She’s still dealing with that fear everyday. 

[ameliemuscles]

dorafxrtescue​:

Almost immediately, one of Pandora’s hands reached out for her friends. “No one should be left feeling about themselves that way. And I’m sorry that you do - But,” The blonde raised her eyebrows and then threw both of her hands up in the air. “You talk like your entire time at Hogwarts is over and done with,” She span around on the spot. “There’s still time to turn things around!” After her brief dance, the woman chuckled and set her arms back down at her sides again. Her features returned to their natural, soft, resting places. “You know, the longer you spend time dwelling on the past, the less time you have to change the future. Change could start now if you made it so.”

Amelia could feel her mood slightly brightening up; how could it not, when her marvelous friend was spinning around the room telling her that she had all the time in the world to become the person she wanted to be. “No, you’re right, you’re right – I guess this is just one off day and I shouldn’t let it beat me down like this. I appreciate you being here for me so much, Dora, truly. Lately it seems like... even my best friends are as disappointed in me as I am in myself,” she said with a sad smile. “I’ve always admired how you manage to see people for who they are at their core, regardless of whatever mistakes they might make along the way.” She put a strand of her behind her ear, feeling the emotions wash over her. “That’s a great quality to have. So yeah – thank you for being you, I guess,” she finished in a small voice. @dorafxrtescue​

[thexgidxkid]

Gideon was enjoying his morning cup of tea and reading the latest copy of the Hogwarts Gazette as the other students around him enjoyed their breakfasts. He looked up when he sensed another presence close to him. He smiled placing his mug on the table “I don’t at all know what you are implying” he said doing a poor job of holding back his smirk “I would never dream of doing such a thing” 

[ameliemuscles]

Amelia crossed her ams over her chest. “So you’re saying you didn’t throw a Halloween after party in the Hufflepuff common room and leave all the trash behind to be picked up by someone else?” she asked with a quirked brow. “Because in that case I might need your help to find out who did,” she signed the last sentence, leaning over him at the breakfast table – although she was having trouble keeping a smile off her face. While Gideon was as rambunctious and rule-breaking as they came, she’d somehow always had a soft spot for him and his antics. @thegidkid​

[ameliemuscles]

hestia-jonesy​:

“Yes, i’m definitely struggling to balance everything” Hestia nodded. She was extremely organised when it came to school work, that was the only reason she wasn’t sinking. “I’m sure you’ll do just fine though, you’re one of the smartest, most hardworking people I know.” Amelia might as well just be another word for excellence. Hestia had always looked up to her in that way. 

“I understand that completely” Hestia replied enthusiastically. After he party, almost all her friends wanted to ask her about Amos. It was just out of concern, but every conversation she had just made her relive everything over and over again. It was easier to move on when she didn’t talk about it. Hestia had of course read the Gazette, it was impossible not see Rita’s column. “No,  I feel the same as you do, no amount of talking is going to fix anything for me anyway, i’m just trying to focus on looking forward and trying to learn not to worry about things outside of my control”

@milabones​

Amelia gave a small smile – she was used to compliments, especially from younger Hufflepuffs, but lately they’d been making her feel more and more inadequate each time. “That’s a good way to go about it – although it can be a bit of a struggle for me considering I like to control as many things as I possible can and get my nose in everyone’s business,” she said with a laugh. While she knew it annoyed many people, she couldn’t really help herself, and at least that’d be a useful quality as an Auror. 

“I’m glad you’re finding ways to cope that work for you. But do remember that it’s also okay to feel your feelings, you know? It’s okay to have days where you want to act like everything’s fine and days where you might want to go on an on about what’s happening, the what if’s, and cry it out or repeat yourself. And that’s valid too. I know I haven’t really been around, for anyone – but I hope you have people around you can go to for that?” she asked uncertainly. @hestia-jonesy​

[ameliemuscles]

alicelightwccd​:

Alice would like to think that she had gotten a handle on the teasing quite some time ago, the whispers of oh look is its frank, oh honey - you look like a puppy, alice - you’re blushing babe, she had heard it all and how adorable it would be to be alice longbottom and yet now that she had the boy - now that it was real, her cheeks still heated up that embarrassing shade of red at the mere insinuation of him, “come on lovey, the hogwarts gossip mill is ridiculous - you can’t believe everything you hear –” she mused, easily falling into step with her as they headed to the lake, “that sounds wonderful - i’ve got to admit, i’ve been steering clear of the lake lately, but i think it would be nice to see it before winter hits” she was being a petulant child, but ever since their first fight at the lake - she had a hard time sneaking off for a swim let alone wandering near it. it wasn’t cursed and rational alice knew that - but the part of her that was terrified, waiting for the other shoe to drop - that part clung to that subtle new found superstition. 

“frank is just –” she started, shaking her head with a smile that shone nothing but adoration for him, “i don’t deserve him” she murmured, she wasn’t in a hole of self- pity, no those days were long behind her, but she was grateful to have him - to be loved by him. “you know - i know that they say that no person should be your everything” or at least that was what her mum had said, “but with him – i don’t know how i did it before him” she admitted. she could on for hours and hours about how much she loved him and how lucky she was, but alice never wanted to be that girl - the one that was obsessed with their boyfriend, the one that was scarce for her friends, “enough about my cheesy heart - what’s been going on in the world of amelia bones?” she questioned, giving her arm a squeeze, “i want to hear EVERYTHING –” 

Amelia had no idea why Alice would have been avoiding the lake, and worried that maybe she’d made a mistake proposing it for their afternoon stroll. “How come you haven’t been? We could always head another direction, if you don’t want to face it just now,” she asked with a frown. This particularly made her realize how out of touch with her friends she’d grown lately, that she didn’t even know what Alice was going on about. 

The love and reverence in Alice’s voice at the mention of Frank was so obvious, it almost hurt to listen to. But it was the good kind of hurt, the kind that reminded her that there was good in the world and that at the end of the day love like theirs was worth fighting for every day. “That sounds dreamy. I’m really happy for you two, he speaks of you like you hung the moon honestly. Although you’re wrong about one thing – you might be the one person in this castle who does deserve him. And I don’t think he could do without you either, believe me. Don’t think he ever has, considering the years he’s spent going on and on about you.” She smiled, a true and genuine smile if not a little sad, feeling touched by the warmth in her friend’s tone, which gave her the distinct impression that something close to fate was touching them in that moment. 

“Oh, nothing as exciting as a new romance. I’ve been... working on NEWTs, obviously, and Head duties with Frank. Things have been a bit more complicated lately for me, in the castle, but at least it’s consolidated one thing – I– I think I want to be an Auror when I get out of here,” she said hesitantly. Some of her friends were starting to know that about her, but she was always a bit anxious to bring it up with people who hadn’t been close enough to see the shift in her lately. Everyone expected her to be a teacher or a healer, to the extent that she’d had to face disappointment in some of her friends’ faces at the announcement she wanted to be a fighter. 

[ameliemuscles]

rehmuslupxns​:

A sudden feeling of guilt washed over Remus as she spoke. He honestly did take his job as a Prefect so seriously and when something was asked from him, he delivered, every time without fail. He’d even threatened to take house points away from his fellow Gryffindor Prefect during The Black Lake Party when she looked like she was going to take off Alecto Carrow’s head. But punishing James, Peter and Sirius was not like taking away points from Poppy Hookum or even Lily Evans- someone he was very close to. Peter, James and Sirius had done more for Remus than anyone else in the world beside Professor Dumbeldore and his own parents. To everyone else, he was a silly boy who seemed clever but was easily lead, but they would never understand. Those boys were his family and although he did try to dissuade them from things he didn’t agree with, little pranks and things he hadn’t seen with his own two eyes he tried to keep out of. 

“I think some people take it far more seriously than others.” Remus replied. “I don’t want you and Frank thinking I don’t take it seriously, I very much do. I had to threaten a very close friend of mine a few weeks ago when they got out of line and I do not hesitate to try and pull any of my friends into line when I see things I don’t like. I just wanted you to know that.” It wouldn’t make up for the Mrs Norris prank in Amelia’s eyes, but he was being sincere. Frank and Amelia would never have to punish their own friends like he did, all their friends were perfect- his on the other hand were notoriously badly behaved. “You do have to take time for yourself though Amelia.” He offered with a kind smile. “You’re still just a teenager after all and your final year shouldn’t have to just about trying to wrangle a load of students. You need time for you as well.” 

@milabones·

She could see the strain this conversation seemed to be taking on him, and felt bad thinking she might have gone too far. She seemed to be doing that a lot lately; going too far, hurting people, making the wrong choices from the high and mighty pedestal she got caught putting herself on. First the thing with Rodolphus, when she knew perfectly well that he wanted to hurt those she loved. Then pushing Andromeda when most of her frustrations resided in Ted’s own unfairness. Then the altercation with Bellatrix, where she’d been caught up and said things she may have meant but didn’t like that she’d said out loud. Remus didn’t deserve to be caught in her web of mistakes. 

“Thanks for telling me – I believe you. I’m not sure what it must be like, having to switch robes constantly being a friend and a Prefect. I’m not perfect either – the only example at hand I have would be with Edgar, and I usually avoid that whole can or worms for other reasons.” She could feel the resentment against her building in her own brother and it scared her shitless, so in all honesty, she’d turned a blind eye to his antics more than once by fear of making him hate the power she had over him. Which was in complete opposition to what she was preaching right now. “I know it’s hard, but you’re a good person. Just try to hold on to what you know to be right and wrong when you’re put in those hard situations.” She shrugged, looking down. “I don’t know, I think I’m just looking forward to Christmas break to get a bit of a reset. I feel... I feel like I’m losing myself. I have so much anger, and lately I’ve been misdirecting it, maybe.” As they reached the courtyard, she pointed to a bench which had a beautiful view of the grounds. “Want to sit down for a minute?” @rehmuslupxns​

[ameliemuscles]

teddybeartonks​:

“Mila you’re allowed to get drunk” Ted said softly, as annoyed as he was at her actions. He still wanted her to have fun and enjoy herself. He just preferred that the fun didn’t include ignorant pure-blood purists. “It’s not a crime t’ enjoy yursen, every once in a while- don’t punish yursen for letting yur hair down.” Not that he wanted her to be punished for kissing Rodolphus either, he just wanted to understand and if this was going to be a thing. That’s the thing he couldn’t cope with. There was no way he could be civil with him. It would be too much, too difficult. 

He ran his hand through his hair. Why couldn’t she just make this easy for him. Why did she keep having to pretend nothing happened. He really did want to bring it up and have to confront her about it. Despite how annoyed he was right now, he didn’t want to argue with her. She was forcing his hand though. He just couldn’t pretend he didn’t see it.  He didn’t even know where to begin. How did he even word this. He did want to upset her, she’d been his best friend for so long, and she’d never betrayed him before. He sighed as he resigned to the task ahead of him. “Look” he started, his tone turning serious “I didn’t want t’ do it like this- but I saw yu, I saw yu with ‘im, with Rodolphus.”

“I don’t understand Amelia, out o’ all the people, ‘im?” Ted continued “someone who essentially wishes me an’ people like me dead on a daily basis, I don’t understand,  did yu not think, did yu not care?”

“Because last time a checked” Ted was getting more emotional now, he had meant to be more controlled, but he was hurt “yu cared enough t’ tell me ‘ow Andromeda was the worst person in the world, but yet, Rodolphus is okay, even though he’s the one actively spouting hatred every day.”

“I mean ‘ow long has it been going on Amelia?” Ted asked “ ‘ow long ‘ave yu been keeping this from me?” Ted sighed again. This isn’t how he wanted this to go. 

@milabones​

She appreciated him trying to comfort her out of her spiral of self-doubt, but the feeling was accompanied with one of shame at the fact that he didn’t truly know what she had to blame herself for. “Thanks, Edward. You’re a real one,” she said with a small smile, hoping her attempt at a muggle turn of phrase would at least amuse him. 

But the sinking feeling that invaded her chest was as sudden as it was unwelcome. She stopped in her tracks, looking down in embarrassment, and pain – even though she’d been the one who’d obviously caused the pain in this scenario. “I see,” was all she could come up with, not daring to make eye contact or even catch a glimpse of the look on his face. Her brain was oddly empty, in that moment. She had no idea what to do, or what to say, or how to make it better. Wasn’t she the one who’d just gone on about facing the consequences of her actions, all the while trying to hide said actions from her best friend for fear of the consequences they’d bring about? What a hypocrite she was.

“Well – he’s not that bad. He hangs around with the wrong crowd, and that in itself should have been enough to keep me at bay, I know. I don’t know if it makes it better or worse, but yeah – he’s really not as bad as his friends. He wasn’t nasty with me, and it wasn’t like it was planned or anything – it just happened, and well – I guess I did let it happen, but then again, I was drunk – then again, not an excuse, I, hm – I don’t know what to tell you,” she said still looking everywhere but at her best friend’s face. “Of course I care, and obviously I wasn’t thinking – what are you even trying to say? Do you know me at all?” she was getting more and more agitated, but she didn’t know if it was because of the disappointment in his voice or because of her own shame. 

Amelia rolled her eyes – “do you think you could go a single day without bringing up Andromeda Black, Edward? Especially in the middle of a conversation about your girlfriend, please?” she said coldly. “He doesn’t wish you dead, and what do you mean by people like him, Ted? You mean Slytherins? Sacred Twenty-Eight? Purists? Because I know someone else who fits that description, but somehow that exception is allowed. Does it only work for pretty girls, or is it because you’re the only one with good judgement?” she asked, finally looking up and her voice rising. She was being unfair, and ugly, and mean. She knew it. But she also knew he was being hypocritical, and the only way out now was for the both of them to put their feelings out there. She knew she had something to apologize for, but she also knew she wouldn’t be able to go back to normal until she addressed the unfair double standards he put her through. 

“There’s nothing going on,” she said in a small voice. “It was the first time, and seeing how much of a disappointment I seem to be to you, I understand it’ll be the last time.” She looked down at her shoes, kicking a stray pebble. “Not that you care, but it was nice for once, to feel like someone wanted me. And he apologized after. And yes, I’m okay, thanks for asking. He’s different than his brother, or the rest of his crew for that matter.” With a heavy sigh, she finished, “I’ve been keeping this from you for about 16 hours, if that’s truly what matters most to you.” @teddybeartonks​

[ameliemuscles]

charityxrose​:

amelia was wrong about one thing – not everyone was partnering up. charity’s list of romances was short and sweet. the last so called ‘serious’ relationship she had was two years ago at sixteen and the girl tried to forget about it. there were times she got jealous, glancing around the at the couples that walked hallways, but then charity would realize she had important work to do in the world and something as fickle as a boyfriend or girlfriend would only serve as a distraction. “you were chosen as head girl for a reason, amelia – they wouldn’t have picked you if you didn’t have good qualities and potential. as far as the rage, i’m not sure if i can give you great advice. i’m angry at something every day – angry at slytherins, angry at pureblood supremacists, angry at the treatment of house elves. it’s a never ending list, but you can channel that rage into something good if it’s what you really want.” @milabones​

A small and private smile appeared on Amelia’s lips as she listened to the Ravenclaw’s words. Most of her friends, if she’d held the same discourse to them, would have proceeded to give her a list of who she could date, of who had fancied her, and how to get them back. But not Charity. She could see right through Amelia and knew that it wasn’t actually any of her concern. That what she was going through was much more important than aching for a teenage romance. “Yes – that’s what I really want. I wasn’t a hundred percent sure, you know, not really. Auror sounded like it checked most of my boxes, but it also sounded like a challenge for me, which is probably the main reason I looked into it. But after the past few days? After seeing a lot of the shit I usually get to be blind to thanks to my blood status, I’ve never been more sure. Maybe it’s selfish of me – that I needed to be on the receiving end of the abuse to get so angry. But, well – at least I’m angry now, and I’m planning on using it. You know what?” she asked suddenly. “We should do something. Take a stand.” It was either that, Amelia felt, or hexing a blood supremacist in the very foreseeable future. @charityxrose​

[ameliemuscles]

tibxriuss​:

Once his hair was wet, Tiberius made sure to next splash some water over his face. Then the now empty bottle was tossed back into his bag. He wasn’t too surprised at the woman’s choice of the word interesting. Tib cocked his head as he chuckled. “I did read a few things. I tend not to take all of Rita’s words for the absolute truth – Hence why asking is better,” He shrugged before letting out a breath. It was his own personal history with Rita that had lead to his point. She was always one for fanciful tales, and god knows what she could spin out of other people’s lives when she wasn’t emotionally involved. “I’m glad you had a good night though. Merlin forbid, you need it more than most.”

Amelia shrugged innocently, deciding to keep the conversation light, for once. This was one person who probably didn’t need to know all about the slut-shaming and the anguish and the threats and the regret and the self-doubt and everything else that had been going through her mind in the past few days. “I appreciate that. I did have fun, although Rita has a way of making me wish I didn’t,” she said with a laugh. “But what about you? I feel like I didn’t even see you that night – mind you, I was probably already not seeing straight by the time you got there.” @tibxriuss​

[ameliemuscles]

gentlehxrt​:

Andromeda exhaled slightly. Here we go again, you’re a Slytherin AND a member of the Black family- you must therefore by default be evil because every Slytherin and member of my family are off plotting world domination besides Sirius. Andromeda’s day had been a long one. A long weekend- topped off by a long and disappointing day, she didn’t want it ending in a sparring match with the Head Girl, but that seemed to be the way it was heading. Andromeda knew there were quite a few members of her house that had unsavory opinions and methods of pressing those opinions on to others. She didn’t agree with it and tried to break up anything she saw as quickly as possible, even if it was her own family at the helm. Having said that she wasn’t about to be bullied in the corridor as the result of her budding friendship with Ted and Amelia’s presumptuous opinions. 

“My sister and I are different people.” Andromeda replied flatly. “I make friends with whomever I please and was selected as a Prefect for a reason, but I don’t have to defend that choice to anyone even if you are the Head Girl. We all have differentiating views Amelia, I don’t throw paint on people to get my point across but don’t persume you know anything about me beause I am a Slytherin and my last name is Black.” Andromeda wasn’t on trial. She wasn’t in trouble and hadn’t been a day in her life. She was sorry her sister had behaved so wickledly towards Amelia, it was something she would be bringing up with her whenever she got a moment- but at the same time her issue was with Bellatrix. Andromeda would hardly berate Henry for the way Amelia had spoken to her, but perhaps they were just different people in that regard.

@milabones·

Amelia stopped mid-step and turned to face Andromeda, almost frozen in shock. The vitriol in her voice and the condescension in her eyes felt like a picture perfect remake of this morning, when Bellatrix had been telling her how worthless she was with the same air that Andromeda was now sporting. Not only did it seem she was capable of the same hate as her sister, but maybe even worse, she was pretending to be a much better person. “Point taken. Will abstain from mistaking you abetting your sister’s purism for acquiescence next time,” she nodded coldly. 

Having understood that all pretenses were now dropped however, Amelia couldn’t help but add one last thing. She was exhausted, and scared, and had had to suffer insult after insult today; as a friend, as a witch, as a woman, every single aspect of her had been belittled by Slytherins and Blacks. Andromeda would find no teary eyed audience in her, and she wanted all of these people, including Rodolphus, as far away from her and the people that she loved as possible. “Although– we both know being scared of Slytherin Blacks isn’t prejudice. It’s just statistics. Stay away from Ted, alright? Bellatrix told me just this morning about all the ways she’d love to kill and torture him ‘and people like him’. Whichever fantasy you’re living in, you’re forgetting that you can never bring someone like him home, ever. And Ted is too good a person to be your dirty little secret, or to become the target of your friends and family.” She felt herself getting agitated, long gone was the coldness she’d started the conversation with, instead it was replaced by anger and helplessness at the thought of what could happen to Ted if he made the mistake of thinking there was a place for him in Andromeda’s life. @gentlehxrt​

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reecexholyhead​:

Reece smiled “I think you’re overestimating the attention span of most of our classmates”. When it came to gossip in the castle she had quickly learned how easily people move on from whatever story was fixating them.  “oh come on Amelia, it wasn’t that bad. So what? You were making out with someone who has a known blood prejudice. He is fit and let’s be honest I am sure that the Slytherins are far more upset with him about it than anyone else.” Her tone light. She shrugged taking another sip of her coffee and looking up at the other witch “I mean I think it’s kind of badass. If that’s how you let lose than I see why your friends want you to do it more often” she laughed lightly. She herself wasn’t one let lose very often despite Cassie’s best efforts to get her sloppy drunk anytime they had the occasion, but her friends always made her feel safe so she was allowing herself to not be as timid, and she was sure that Amelia’s friends were always looking out for her as well. 

@milabones​

She appreciated the other girl trying to comfort her and see things in a more positive light. Sadly, the majority of the castle did not seem to share Reece’s opinion on the matter. “That they are. Bellatrix Black and Walden Macnair had a few words of choice for me this morning and were nice enough to let me know their opinions on what I get up to in my free time,” she scoffed. Her posture relaxed, though, as Reece laughed along. It was the first time since the article had come out that anyone treated her like the seventeen year old everyone had been asking her to be. It felt nice, for once, not to have such heavy expectations set upon her shoulders, and to instead be allowed to make mistakes like the rest of them. “He’s not even that bad, to be fair. He hangs out with a crowd that I can’t excuse, sure, but like – either way, that’s neither here nor there, since it’s not happening again.” She looked down at the table where she’d crossed her arms, trying to find something she could eat without wanting to sick up. “Sorry for hogging the conversation – how have you been? Are classes okay?” @reecexholyhead​

[ameliemuscles]

edgar-bones​:

Edgar shrugged as Amelia spoke about the Auror. He hadn’t heard of him but he knew who Grindelwald was, of course. “We’ll be reading biographies by you one day.” He said with a smile as he munched away. He watched as she closed the book and got comfortable. He hadn’t meant to disturb her and steal her attention for himself, or had he? Either way, it was too late now. “Herbology isn’t that bad. You read a book, learn about a plant and then practical. It’s the same as many other subjects. It’s just interesting what you can do with the plants and what you need for potions.”

He scoffed as Amelia complimented him. “I highly doubt that. By the way all my professors talk about you, you’ll be an Auror with ease.” It was true, he had always had high standards to uphold simply because his last name was Bones. “Uh, hang on.” He said, sitting up a little from his lounged position. “I don’t have an antipathy for rules. Just the ones that are restricting to my personal growth. And besides, I don’t want to be an Auror.”

Amelia laughed along and shook her head, deciding the flush on her cheeks was answer enough to her brother’s praise. Although the smile was quickly wiped off her face to be replaced by a grimace. “Ugh, whatever you say. All I know is that magical plants should be capable of taking care of themselves. And anyway, I like my potion ingredients already harvested and ready to use, thank you very much.” She truly disliked the subject, but she was happy that Edgar did – for some reason, all of her favorite people seemed to have something of a knack for it. Either way, she knew her own disinterest largely came from not being able to figure it all out on her first try, something she wasn’t used to, and had translated into deciding it was all worthless anyway. Oh well – she may be the Head Girl, but that didn’t mean she wasn’t allowed to be hypocritical sometimes, too. 

She laughed at his defensiveness, but quirked a brow at the hint that he’d been thinking about the future, too. She knew what people said about her – that she was too intense, always acting like a mom, and should just lean to ‘live and let live.’ Edgar only being in his fourth year and overall much more laid back than she was, she’d tried her best not to pressure him too much about his future, but it was a burning question in her mind, especially as she was about to leave Hogwarts and wouldn’t be as available to help him soon. “Oh? Do you have anything else in mind, then?” she asked, trying to make her tone as innocently curious as possible. @edgar-bones​

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~ A Journal Page

You took a Polaroid of us, Then discovered, The rest of the world was black and white, But we were in screaming colour. - Taylor Swift. Out of the Woods.

A page from Edgar Bone’s unkept journal. Contents include doodles, a ticket to Hogwarts; a pressed flower from a day in the fields; A muggle polaroid of Amelia Bones in London; A muggle polaroid of Henry stealing Amelia’s doughnut; A muggle polaroid of Edgar wearing a pair of muggle sun-blocker glasses; A rare Chocolate Frog card of Morgan le Fey. 

|| @milabones ||

[ameliemuscles]

edgar-bones​:

Edgar gave a cheeky smile as Amelia almost protested against him stealing her snack. He pulled his wand out and summoned a plate of cookies that appeared on the coffee table in front of them, still steaming. “I learnt that when mom I couldn’t stick my hands in the cookie jar anymore.” He put his wand away and thought over the name, “Theseus Scamander? Is that like, Geroge’s grandfather or uncle or?” He asked, helping himself to another cookie. “I know Mila, but I believe in you. If there’s anyone in this family that could do it, it would be you.” He paused as he munched away and put his feet up. “What are the requirements again? Don’t you need an outstanding in Herbology at least? I heard someone chatting about it in Herbology club.” || @milabones​

Amelia gasped in astonishment as the plate of cookies appeared, seemingly out of nowhere. But Edgar was always surprising her, so maybe she should have expected it. “No, I don’t think so – although I haven’t gotten to the part about his personal life yet. He was just this great Auror who fought against Grindelwald.” She closed her volume before she could get too carried away and bore her brother to death, instead turning towards him and getting more comfortable. “I bloody hope you don’t need an Outstanding in Herbology,” she scoffed. “Considering I dropped that class as fast as I could.” She looked down, almost embarrassed at the confidence he seemed to have in her abilities. “I appreciate it, although we both know you could breeze through Auror training in half the time it’d take me, if you didn’t have such an... antipathy to rules,” she said fondly. @edgar-bones​

[ameliemuscles]

teddybeartonks​:

The fact that Amelia had said she wasn’t that drunk didn’t help anything. Everyone made mistakes when they were drunk, himself included. He just didn’t understand any of it. She was as outspoken as he was when it came to blood purists. So how did she get to that moment. Ted was aware enough to recognise that Rodolphus was a nice looking guy, but he thought Amelia was somebody who would see past that. No matter how he tried to excuse it for her, it just seemed like betrayal. 

It was even worse that she was being so hypocritical. She had been particularly harsh when she’d caught him staring at Andromeda. So for her to now go and kiss someone who loudly shouted about his hate for muggleborns was annoyingly ironic. At least Andromeda wasn’t like the rest. Yes, he’d only know her for a few weeks, but she hadn’t even blinked when he told her he was muggleborn. The whole thing seemed like double standards, and only added to his annoyance.

“You should get one o’ those potions- ‘eard they ‘elp with ‘angovers” Ted replied, trying to still help his friend. She wasn’t giving him anything though, he would probably need to direct the conversation to get the answer that he wanted “get up t’ anythin’ interestin; at the party?” he asked her. If she didn’t own up to it then, he didn’t know what to do next. He just needed to talk about it, so he could understand and then they could move past it. 

Talking about Lottie was easier. He was glad that Amelia seemed to approved, not that she wouldn’t. There wasn’t anything to dislike about Lottie. “I ‘ope you two ‘ave fun” he replied. “Please behave though, i’ve ‘ad more than one girl come t’ me after you met up with them” he was mostly teasing, but it was true that Amelia had sometimes scared people a little by being protective of him. Ted appreciated it, he knew she had his back and it was all meant well. “ ‘onestly you ‘ave nothing t’ worry about with Lottie”

@milabones​

Amelia threw a self-depreciating shrug his way as they kept walking along the corridors. “I think I’ll just stick to the hangover. Only fair to face the consequences of your actions, isn’t it? Might make me think twice about my spirits consumption next time.” For some reason, she felt like something was off with Ted today, but she couldn’t quite put her finger on what. She thought it might have been something regarding Lottie, trouble in paradise maybe. But his enthusiastic answer quickly dispelled that possibility, yet the uncomfortable feeling remained. 

Ted and Amelia were like siblings; they were close, and told each other everything (well, mostly). They knew how to read the other like an open book having had so many years of practice by now. But because of both of their personalities, and the odd combination that they made when mixed together, they weren’t usually the prying type with one another. They trusted and respected each other, and from experience he’d rarely try force things out of her if she didn’t seem interested in sharing them – especially since she always ended up coming around and telling him everything anyway. So his insistence at asking about her evening gave her the almost bizarre sensation that they were having two conversations at once – one obvious, the other unsaid. 

She bit her lip, starting to feel more and more uncomfortable repeatedly avoiding his questions. “I mean, I’d say getting drunk while on duty is about as interesting as it gets for me, wouldn’t you agree?” She truly didn’t want to lie, especially not to him. And she’d thought she was fine with owning up to what she’d done – in due time. But now, facing her best friend, the guy who she would die and fight for, it seemed torturous to have to tell him that she’d been fooling around with someone who hated who he was and didn’t think he deserved the same respect the rest of the castle did. She felt foolish, and stupid, and ashamed, that even for one second her drunken brain had thought that a quick snog was worth more than the respect Ted deserved. She fell silent, because she truly didn’t know how she could last another minute without shamefully admitting a truth she knew would hurt him. For the first time since that moment in the corridor, she realized how unworthy a friend she’d been. 

Breathing more easily as the conversation turned back towards his relationship and a girl who actually deserved him, she threw him a conspiratorial smile, remembering the girls she’d scared off in the past. “Not my fault they didn’t have what it takes to be worthy of Edward Tonks,” she shot back cheekily. “But I have a feeling Lottie and I will get on like a house on fire. I might even make her my new best friend, and you’ll be the one left running from us,” she said with a laugh. @teddybeartonks​

[ameliemuscles]

hestia-jonesy​:

Hestia had been sitting curled up in one of the armchairs by the fireplace in the common room. She had been sat there for a few hours now, far too engrossed in her book.  After loving Alice’s Adventures In Wonderland, she had moved on to Through The Looking Glass. She was definitely regretting not reading more muggle literature. If these books were anything to go by, it was fascinating. She looked up as someone slumped themselves down on to a near by couch, giving Amelia a friendly smile once she saw her. They hadn’t spoken in a while, truly mostly because with the tutoring Hestia had been so busy lately. She couldn’t deny though, she’d been kind of glad, she knew where any chat with Amelia would head at the moment. She appreciated everybody who had comforted her and offered support, but she hadn’t been ready to talk about Amos. It’d been too fresh, and she still believed talking about it wouldn’t exactly do any good, but Amelia had been there for her from the start. 

“Hey, no” Hestia’s face wrinkled in confusion “i’ve been busy too, you don’t need to feel bad, you haven’t done anything wrong”. Feeling weird about talking across the common room , Hestia grabbed her stuff and went to sit next to the girl. “I’m alright” she answered honestly “what about you, hows things been with you?”

@milabones​

Amelia moved slightly to leave space for Hestia to get comfortable. “You know, busy too. I’ve been having a bit of a harder than I’m used to, but I guess that’s going to happen more and more with adult life,” she said with a forced chuckle. “And there’s that whole debacle with the article, which I’d like to not talk about, if that’s alright with you. I just feel like I haven’t had a single conversation that wasn’t about that in the past three days,” she said with a self-conscious shrug. “I don’t know what you think, but I feel that sometimes with rough patches, I’d rather just keep my head down and get through them than keep talking about my feelings all the time, you know? I mean– that’s probably awful advice, now that I think about it. But that tends to be how I do things. I’m sorry if I assumed wrongly that maybe you’d want some time for yourself before, you know, talking things through.” @hestia-jonesy​