AMELIA SUSAN BONES twenty nine - half-blood - hufflepuff alumni magical law enforcement how do you write like tomorrow won't arrive? how do you write like you need it to survive?
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Full Name:ย Amelia Susan Bones
Name Origin:ย Amelia is a name with Latin origins. Amelia originally comes from the name Amalia, which was derived from the Germanic name Amala. The root element Amal means โwork.โ Susan is a feminine given name, from Persian lily flower, from Egyptian sลกn and Coptic shoshen meaning lotus flower, from Hebrew Shoshana meaning lily (in modern Hebrew this also means rose and a flower in general).
Nicknames: Ames,ย โMelia, Bones
Age:ย Twenty Nine
Birthday:ย 24th January, Capricorn
Gender & Pronouns:ย Cis Woman, She/Her
Sexuality:ย Heterosexual
Relationship Status:ย Single
Patronus:ย Polar Bear
Boggart:ย Her family dead at the hands of Lord Voldemort
Wand Type:ย 9โณ, Vine Wood with a Thestral Hair core
Occupation:ย Senior member of the Wizengamot
Affiliation:ย Neutral, Ally to the Order of The Phoenix
Face Claim:ย Ana de Armas
Key Information:ย Please see below the cut
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๐๐ผ๐๐๐๐ ๐ผ๐๐ฟ ๐๐๐ฝ๐๐๐๐๐๐๐ ;; ย ย Amelia is the youngest of three children, and the only daughter in the close knit Bones family. With two older brothers, her mother tried to enforce the female stereotypes on her from a young age, but try as she might, her sons always seemed to be up to something more interesting to Amelia, causing the young witch to often rebel and stubbornly refuse to do anything that she didnโt want to. Anything they could do, she could do better, and it made her determined to achieve her goals.
๐ผ๐๐๐๐๐ฟ๐๐๐ ๐๐๐๐๐ผ๐๐๐ ;; ย ย When it came to attending Hogwarts, Amelia had her heart on joining Ravenclaw house, but instead she found her home in Hufflepuff. After the initial disappointment wore off, she quickly found her place among her fellow badgers, and was able to thrive not only in her classes, but in becoming both a Prefect, and the Head Girl of her year. With the help of her friends and the guidance of her professors, Amelia never wasted a single moment of her time at Hogwarts, and she left with a clear path in her mind.
๐พ๐ผ๐๐๐๐ ๐๐๐๐ ๐๐๐ ๐๐๐๐๐๐๐๐ ;; ย ย While her brothers had the benefit of physical strength on their side, Amelia knew that the way she would reach her goals would be through the use of her brain. With logic and strategic thinking on her side, she was able to get herself a job within the Ministry of Magic straight out of Hogwarts. Sure it may have only been as a glorified tea girl to begin with, but she used her quick thinking and all of the books at her disposal in order to work her way up to become a valued member of the Department of Magical Law Enforcement. Once she had an in with the DMLE, she set her sights on working her way through the ranks. She knows that she has a lot to prove, and frankly there wasnโt many who have faith in her abilities, but that only makes her more determined to prove everyone wrong. After thirteen years of working tirelessly, Amelia is now a senior member of the Wizengamot with her sights on becoming the next Head of the Department of Magical Law Enforcement..
๐ผ๐๐๐๐๐๐ผ๐๐๐๐ ๐๐ ๐๐๐ ๐๐ผ๐ ;; ย ย Growing up with two older brothers definitely left Amelia with a thick skin, and an inability to remain quiet when she seeโs something that isnโt fair. But when it comes to the wizarding war, she has no interest in joining either side directly. Her loyalties always remain with ensuring that justice is served, and although she knows that the Order are doing the right thing, she also knows that she wasnโt a fighter, and that remaining neutral is the best thing for her to do. Her door is always open to anyone though, regardless of whether it's 3pm or 3am, and it wouldn't be the first time she's offered her spare room to the Order.
Auroraโs head lifted at the familiar voice, her expression softening the moment she saw Amelia. A faint blush touched her cheeks as her gaze slipped back to the ring on her finger. โThank you,โ she murmured. She hadnโt realized the joy was so visible, but it was a brightness she hadnโt known in a long time. Even with so much darkness pressing in, there was still this, still a little light.
โAre you sure you want to hear about it?โ The last thing she wanted to bore her friend.
Amelia let out a quiet laugh, shaking her head as though the very idea was absurd. โBore me? Aurora, I think you underestimate how rarely I get to hear good news these days.โ Her eyes softened, and she leaned her elbow on the table, tea cradled in her hand.
โI wouldn't have asked if I didn't want to know. Come on,โ she encouraged, tilting her head. โTell me everything. Iโd much rather hear about your happiness than another grim report.โ
โI swear everything gets busier in the fall.โ Clyde lamented. He didnโt necessarily mind but it would make finding time to meet Hestia a little more complicated. Merlin wanted to spend time with someone, wanting to woo someone, was more of a time commitment than heโd expected. It wasnโt a bad problem to have or anything, just odd.
โWork-life balance? Never heard of her.โ He joked. โBut Iโm back on speaking terms with my baby brother,โ mostly, โand heโs fairly experienced in bullying me into having a social life.โ
"I'm inclined to agree with you there. It must be something to do with the weather turning." Amelia replied with a small nod. There had always been something about the darker nights that seemed to bring a never ending caseload out of the woodwork.
Amelia gave a soft laugh at his quip, shaking her head. โWell, if youโve yet to be introduced to her, I can highly recommend work-life balance. Sheโs elusive, but worth the chase.โ Not that she often took her own advice, but it was easy to give others. Her expression warmed at his mention of his brother. โThatโs good to hear. Family can be very persuasive when they choose to be. And more often than not, theyโre right. Though it sounds as though your brother is quite like my own in the sense that he gives you little choice in the matter.โ
"I've been hearing people talk about all the snacks. Apparently it's a must to try them." Hestia paused, looking at her friend with glee in her eyes and a relaxed attitude rarely given a chance to be expressed in the normally tense work environment. "I've also checked in with Madam Puddifoot's tea shop, just in case we prefer tea over whatever they're having."
The auror for once wasn't on auror mode. Instead the witch let out a breath, relaxing into the calm and cheerful atmosphere all around. "And no work talk. Or so I've promised." Hestia chuckled. "We really don't take all that many breaks, do we?"
Amelia let out a laugh, a sound far lighter than the clipped tones she so often carried at the Ministry. โMerlin, no, we donโt,โ she agreed, shaking her head. โIf weโre not drowning in paperwork, weโre out running after trouble. No wonder people think weโre a grim lot.โ
Her eyes softened as she glanced at Hestia, touched by the rare chance to see her friend so at ease. โSnacks sound perfect, though. Iโve heard the treacle tartโs the best theyโve had in yearsโand if youโve already secured us an escape to Madam Puddifootโs, then Iโd say weโve got ourselves a proper plan.โ Ameliaโs lips curved into a wry but warm smile. โHonestly, I could get used to this. A day where the only decision I have to make is between pumpkin pasties and tea? Bliss.โ
She leaned in slightly, her tone conspiratorial. โLetโs make a pact nowโif either of us so much as mentions the Ministry, the other has full permission to hex them. Lightly, of course.โ
Clyde had to admit that he hadn't fully intended to actually attend the Fayre this year. The whole thing felt a bit trite, a little too try-hard, but the Minister had been in an awfully stupid mood and he'd wanted to escape it. He could hardly blame any Ministry officials for taking the same route.
"Miss Bones." Clyde said with equal surprise. He didn't see her often but she had the sort of reputation Clyde couldn't help but respect. "I think it's something in the air, especially to get both of us out at the same time. The Minister's been making sure my Healer makes their salary, the way he works me." He joked. "How are things on your end of the building?"
Ameliaโs smile softened as she listened, though her brows arched at his mention of the Minister. โI think youโre right about the air,โ she said lightly, shifting the bag in her hand. โEven I couldnโt resist the chance to breathe it in before September swallows us all whole again.โ
At his jest, she gave a quiet laugh. โI should say your Healer isnโt the only one owed their salary then. If the Minister works you half as hard as heโs reputed to, Iโm not surprised youโve found refuge here.โ She tilted her head, her expression turning a touch more earnest. โThe Wizengamot never quite sleeps, but things are steady. A little quieter than I've come to expect, though Iโm not fool enough to complain.โ
Her eyes flicked toward the fountain, where children were darting between jets of enchanted water, before returning to Clyde. โAnd yourself? Are you managing to keep a balance in spite of the Ministerโs best efforts?โ
A strand of Freya's hair blew from her face as a sigh escaped the woman. It had been a quiet few months at the The Daily Prophet, and for once corruption and scandal seemed to be drying up at the ministry. Or at least, they were becoming sneakier at hiding it from outside sources. Throughout the summer, her articles had moved from opinion pieces on the current political standing, to articles on charms to help deter bugs and pests. While it was a step away from turmoil, and a bit of light reprieve from the darkness of their current world. It wasn't quite what made the adrenaline course through Freya's veins.
As people celebrated, Freya had been assigned to get a general feel for the atmosphere of the fayre. Stopping people at the edge of the crowd seemed like an easy task but in the flurry of fireworks, stalls, and games, it was downright impossible. Exasperated, Freya began to speak to the next person who fell in front of her.
"Freya Macmillan, Daily Prophet. Do you mind giving me your opinion on the fayre?"
Amelia tucked a loose strange of hair behind her ear, her eyes catching the shimmer of sparks that bloomed overheard. Having spend the last few weeks up in the highlands, it was nice to be back around people once more, and at an event that promoted the community spirit she wished she could see more of.
At the question, she turned and offered the other witch an easy smile. "Oh, it's just wonderful." She replied, her voice carrying warmth. "It's been quite some time since we've last had something like this. The music, the stalls, the smell of treacle tarts in the air, it's a lovely way to end the summer."
She glanced out at the crowd, where children darted past with charmed toys, their parents laughing close behind. "I know the world isn't exactly rainbows and sunshine right now, but that's why these events matter so much, For a few hours people can breath, smile and forgot. Not that we're forgetting or ignoring the dangers, no, but instead allowing ourselves to remember what's being fought for."
Her gaze returned to Freya once more. "Does that answer your question?"
Aurora couldnโt hide her smile as she sat at the table, a cup of coffee in front of her, eyes drifting down to the ring on her finger. She felt a presence at her side and glanced up.
โIsnโt it beautiful?โ she murmured, still in awe that she was engaged.
Setting down her own mug of tea, the steam curling up between them, Amelia leaned ever so slightly over towards Aurora to get a glance at the ring the other witch was taking about. "Very much so," she replied with a small nod. "It suits you," she continued with genuine kindness. "And not just the ring - this glow about you, too. It's nice to see you so happy."
Straightening a little, a smile tugged at her features. "I suppose a congratulations is in order. Care to tell me all about it?"
WHERE: End of Summer Fayre, Hogsmeade
WHO: Amelia & Clyde @clydexavery
Amelia strolled with an easy step, her usually disciplined expression gentled by the fayre's cheer. These events, though simple, reminded her why the community mattered, and why she worked so hard to protect it. As she rounded a corner near the fountain, her path intersected sharply with another, and she nearly bumped shoulder-first into a figure stepping out from a nearby stall. She caught herself with a small chuckle, steadying her bag before glancing up.
"Mr Avery," she greeted politely, her tone touched with genuine surprised. "I should have known the Fayre would draw out half of the Ministry by the evening. Forgive me - I wasn't looking where I was going." She offered with a small shake of her head. "You're keeping well, I hope?"
Amelia Bones had finally allowed herself what she had long deniedโtime away from the ceaseless grind of the Ministry of Magic. Scotland had always held a quiet allure for her, and now, standing among the rugged highlands with the wind sweeping through her cloak, she wondered why she had not come sooner. The vast skies seemed to stretch endlessly above her, unburdened by the weight of decrees, trials, and the shadow of dark forces that so often pressed upon her in London. Here, she was not Madam Bones, senior member of the Wizengamot, but simply Amelia. A woman in search of rest, reflection, and perhaps a fragment of joy.
Her days unfolded gently, free of rigid schedules and urgent memos. In the mornings, she walked across heather-strewn hills, her boots brushing against the wild grasses as the mist rolled lazily off the lochs. The silence was profound, broken only by the call of distant birds and the soft rush of streams cutting their ancient paths through the glens. Afternoons were spent in the warmth of a small stone cottage, where a fire crackled steadily in the hearth. With no stacks of parchment demanding her attention, she found herself reading for pleasureโstories and histories untouched by law or politicsโand sometimes staring out the window simply to watch the play of light and shadow across the hillsides.
In these quiet moments, she felt the rigid armour she wore at the Ministry slowly loosen. The stern, unyielding presence required of her melted into something softer, something she had almost forgotten was part of her. She allowed herself to remember her younger years, her family, and the reasons she had chosen her path in the first place. Scotland gave her space not only to rest, but to remember who she was beneath the burden of duty.
Yet even in her reprieve, Amelia knew her responsibilities awaited her. The Ministry could not pause, nor could the world beyond its walls. But she also understood now that strength required stillness, and that she returned not as one worn thin, but renewed. Scotland had given her a gift: the chance to breathe, to be, and to gather herself for what lay ahead.
Laughter rang out from parted lips, as he simply shrugged his shoulders.ย โ What ? Itโs busy && youโre small. โ He teased back with an ease that came with being family. Wrapping his arms around her he pulled her into a quick hug lips pressed against her hair, before stepping back.
Merlin, he missed her, work had been so busy heโd hardly had time for family.ย โ Now, whatever youโre having, just put it on my tab, we can call it the favourite sister perk. โ
"Excuse you, I'm a perfectly average height thank you." Amelia rolled her eyes, but the grin tugging at the corners of her mouth betrayed her affection. โFavourite sister perk? Please, Iโm your only sister,โ she quipped, poking him lightly in the ribs. โWhich means I should be getting double the perks, not just the occasional tab cover.โ Still, she leaned into the hug for that brief second, breathing in the familiar comfort of her brother. It had been too long.
"Now, are you meeting someone or do you have the time to sit and have a drink together for a change?" There was no accusation in her question, she had been just as bad at reaching out as of late.
โI do believe Iโve already said I look forward to you joining us next time but Iโll say it again.โ He chuckled. โIt will be refreshing to have another honest opinion. And I wonโt lie, I take some delight in imagining the shock on their faces when they have more than one person disagreeing with them or speaking up against them.โ He shouldnโt encourage her behavior, not when it could potentially cause problems for the cause he firmly believed in. But she was one person, he knew that regardless if she spoke, it would go in one ear and out the other. Nothing would change.
He idly wondered how many of his own friends and comrades sheโd sent to Azkaban herself. While curiosity made him want to ask, he didnโt. She wouldnโt share and he had no interest in the question raising suspicions on her side. โWell youโre doing good and necessary work, no matter how grueling it can be. What are some of the good things you see that keep you going?โ He asked curiously, eyeing her over his glass as he took another drink. โI find myself on more than one frustrating occasion wondering why I do my work. A lot of dead ends, a lot of things that make me wonder how I havenโt gone gray or bald yet.โ He joked.
He chuckled, setting his glass aside as he nodded. โI assure you, if they ask Iโll inform them you only spoke of how much a headache they can be.โ He nodded at the question. โMore often than not, yes. It wasnโt entirely lonely.โ The wizard hummed in agreement. โI think for my parents itโs a combination of carrying on the family name tied in to their desperate need to have a grandchild, someone to spoil.โ He flashed her a warm smile. โWell from what Iโve learned of you thus far I donโt believe you have to worry about that. Seems youโre already making an impact.โ
Amelia chuckled faintly, her fingers curled loosely around the stem of her glass. โIโve long since learned that most people in those rooms donโt actually want honesty. They want agreement, validation of what they already believe. But I donโt do lip service.โ Her tone was firm, but not unkindโjust matter-of-fact. โIf that causes a stir, so be it. Iโd rather stir waters than let them stagnate. But I'd say we've given those old crones more than enough of our consideration for one evening.โ
At the question about what kept her going, she allowed herself a small breath. โThe people who still believe in doing whatโs right, even when itโs hard,โ she said. โThe ones who come forward even when theyโre terrified. Every time I see courage like that, it reminds me why I do this. Why I have to.โ She glanced at his glass, a ghost of amusement tugging at her lips. โI don't know, I think I may be able to see speckles of grey at your temples. Could be the light though.โ She shrugged, grinning.
"I suppose the want for grandchildren and someone to dote on again is just something that's built in to all parents once their own children grow up. Unlike you, I'm fortunate enough to have two brothers my parents can look at first before those questions star coming my way." She nodded before lifting her glass in a subtle toast. "Well, here's to all of us making an impact in any way we can."
James hummed in agreement, sensing a political debate was stirring between them and his lips twitched with eagerness. His new job had taught him more things than he could've bargained to learn and it wasn't just the emotional and physical bandwidth he was enduring. The complexities of the war and the sides that people were taking. "I do agree with you on the human inclination towards the spectacularly bad decisions โ honestly, have you met most people? โ but after a while, you start to spot the common threads. Not just in grand historical moments, but in everyday arguments, in the way people decide who's right and who's wrong. It's less about history repeating and more about people being consistently, well, people. I was reading a case the other week about how someone accidentally transfigured himself into a teapot rather than make himself feel warmer. Twice. Don't know how the sodding idiot did it to himself twice, but some lessons are learned and then there are people who are too self-induldged...Right, thank you. I'll have to come around for more recommendations."
Amelia chuckled, adjusting her bag on her shoulder. โA teapot? Twice?โ she repeated, her eyes gleaming with incredulous amusement. โThat takes a special kind of determinationโor obliviousness. Though I suppose itโs a perfect metaphor for what you were just saying. People donโt just make terrible decisions; they double down on them, convinced the second time will be different. It's fascinating, really. But also very much the definition of insanity depending on who you ask.โ She paused, the smile on her lips softening. โAnd youโre right. Itโs not just the wars and the revolutions that show us who we areโitโs the arguments over breakfast, the quiet loyalties, the things people justify to themselves when no oneโs watching. History doesnโt repeat. People do.โ She offered a small nod before cleaning her throat. "But yes, I'll not keep you any longer today, but you know where to find me if you need anything else. I hope you have a lovely rest of your day James."
Mia, Amelia Bones, Madam Bones. Names donโt matter that much to her anymore.
In her lifetime, so much has changed, and she is not exempt from it. She has seen the halcyon days before the First Wizarding War, the calm before the storm. She has seen the war raze through the world she has known and take and take from her. She has seen the world slowly piece itself together, has seen to it herself, and knows from experience itโs not over yet. She has seen the Second Wizarding War begin, but she will not live to see the end of it.
Itโs quite alright, she thinks. The name Amelia Bones will echo of the stars in her marrow.
