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Amelia Camille Bones, 21 years old. Ravenclaw Alumna. Wizengamot Secretary. youngest of three order of the phoenix mum to baldwin the pup '' would you believe what you believed in if you were the only one who believed in it? ''

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So. Young. He had babies and I was still in school, ‘You’re an auntie’ they said. I was eating breakfast and finishing my homework. [ she shakes her head and giggles ] Everyone is trying to get married Flora! And you can’t say it’s okay because I’m young. It’s so odd. I mean, at least it’s the 70′s. Thirty years ago we both might have been betrothed at fifteen.

I mean it’s sweet and he and Sarah are really sweet, but it’s so weird. [ she laughs ] I just want you to be happy, can I say that? Oh goodness, I know people that have been betrothed that young. My cousin was, she’s happily married with five kids now. 

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[ she laughs alongside her friend ] I think I’m satisfied with myself for now. I’ll be happy when I take over the Wizengamot. [ amelia stared at her friend ] Five. I already feel pity for my mother and we were her life. I’m not even sure I want kids. At least not for the next ten years. That would inconvenience my plans very much. Would you like to be a mummy?

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“Well, okay you have to slow down. One problem at a time.” Amelia laughs quietly. “Alice, you’ve got quite some time before the ceremony. For now, we should just enjoy strawberries. Why don’t you create a few scenarios? I’m sure the cake expert can help the bride decide the big choices, like the color scheme.” She saw the genuine worry on her friends face, “Well listen, my mother said the dress you want will appear when you expect it least. So don’t stress yourself out too much, and you’d look beautiful in most everything. So, really.”

She shakes her head. “If I do that, I’ll never get anything done,” she says. “I’ll get fixated and nothing will happen.” She nods. “Frank helped me pick out colors, so I’ve got somewhere to start, at least. But we still need a venue, someone to officiate… it’s pretty much impossible to find someone that’ll officiate an interfaith wedding.” She laughs softly. “It’s more I don’t know how traditional I want it. I dress quite differently around Frank’s family.” Mostly because of how badly the first meeting with her parents and Frank had gone. She didn’t want the same to happen with Frank’s family. “It’s hard to decide what to go with.”

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“Do what I do. Write every single plan down and draw it out. I have this book that lets your writings become drawings and it definitely helps me visualize my plans, let me lend it to you!” Her father had purchased it for her when she left the house to help her plan out how she’d like her future homes to be arranged and she used it quite often to plan out meals or if she was invited out. Amelia felt for Alice. Despite the fact that she was one of the nicest people she’d come across, Alice was genuinely kind. For people to judge her based on faith was absurd, considering they were magic. “It’s more expensive, but have you considered two ceremonies? One to please the masses, and one for you two? With your close friends? As much as his parents matter, it is your marriage.”

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The joy in his voice never faded, regardless of the stress they have to deal with. She had always tried to be more like James, or like her brothers, but it just wasn’t in her. “I’m glad you’ve got your friend. Everyone where I work is as ancient, if not older than Merlin himself.” Amelia had known James for years, his definition of celebrate was an intense one, “I was thinking of sending him an owl with an assortment of cookies. Maybe I fit in at work more than I think.” She walked down the old road with her friend who used to be as small as her, once upon a time. “I was thinking we could go for a classic, get some fried up fish and chips in a bag. We can even take them and go to the beach or something. Get out of this busy fuss for a while.”

He snorts. “Now you know what parties were like at my house when I was growing up before you guys came along,” he says. He loves his parents, but before the Bones family had come into his life, most of their friends’ kids had been in their forties at least. He nods. “That sounds like a decent idea, yeah. Go with it. Oh yes, you’re an absolutely ancient human being. Older than time.” He nods. “Oh hell yeah, I haven’t had fish and chips in ages. You know a good place?” He hums happily, bouncing even more. “Y’know I don’t think I’ve been to the beach this summer. Which, truly, a tragedy.” 

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Amelia laughed and snorted, “I may be ancient, but your hair line’s receding James. That’s not something magic is going to fix.” It was still a lot of getting used to. Not going home during the summer and spending her days with her brothers and James, and at some point, Sirius. Summer went and passed by without her noticing, again. There was no time for long breaks and holidays. Work and war were the main topics of their lives. “We can go to Southend, they’ve got the biggest serving of chips. And they have beer. We’ve just got to find a little alley, because apparating scares Baldwin.”

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“It looks lovely on you. I have an extra shirt of yours in my closet, actually! From a different life time ago, before the infants took over.”

“Ah yes, I remember a time before infants. Vaguely, like a dream of a dream.”

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"Well we get to live the dream again tonight. No kids. At least for a few hours. Want that shirt and a glass of wine?”

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difficulties | edgar & amelia

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“Still smoking are you?” Edgar chided her while he unfolded the letter. His mother’s handwriting carried with it the distinct, soft crispness of her voice. He could almost hear her resigned sigh, see her fussing with a tea towel while she told him all of the latest to-do in the garden. She was proud of it, a proper English garden with the lush greenery and tended hedges, right down to the trellises long vanished under dark ivy and blooming sweet pea.

But the rabbit in the box–that paragraph didn’t sound like his mother at all. He couldn’t imagine her describing such a thing. If he’d been home, there’d have been no words at all. The garden rabbits were his mother’s cross to bear, and they’d battled fiercely for years, but not terribly deep down she loved them. Finding one dead in a parcel–she’d be a mess, covering her mouth with the tea towel, hands shaking.

“On second thought, give me one of those,” he said, gesturing to the pack of cigarettes in his sister’s hand. He doesn’t wait for her to comply before going on, slipping into his Auror mindset almost as much for his own benefit as for the family’s. “One of us ought to go out there–I can go out there first thing tomorrow, check the property, bring back the parcel for screening.”

Amelia’s eyes rolled further back when it was Edgar lecturing her, she was sure of it. No matter how old she was or what she accomplished, she was his baby sister and if the situation weren’t dire, she’d take the cigarettes away from him. Instead, she passed the pack and the light to her older brother, “Here you are. Did you want something to eat as well?” Her mother was on her mind, and sometimes the two were twins in mannerisms and worry.

“I have work, I can’t leave in the morning,” She felt bad but it was true. “But tomorrow night I can go watch them, help them pack their bags. I’m not leaving them at home, waiting to be actually hurt. You have to help da’ see reason before I show up, otherwise he won’t leave.”

Amelia thought about where her parents would go, where they could be safe. All that went to the back of her mind when she realized the bigger picture. “We need to tell Dumbledore. Call a meeting. Have everyone’s family be checked on.” Amelia and Edgar seemed to have the same reaction to stress and situations like this. They needed to get everything handled before feeling. She finished her cigarette and lit another one up, her eye on her brother.

“We have to tell Charles,” She started. “But, not now. We have to figure this out, we need to move them. I don’t want anyone messing with them and if there’s any chance of getting a trace on the package, I’ll see what sort of record whoever did this has. It needs to be handled.”

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And shots, I don’t have to be in the office until ten tomorrow, so as long as we have some chips, we’ll be good. [ the bartender had overheard them, the shots poured themselves in front of the girls ] I don’t see myself settling down with anyone for a while. [ she rolls her eyes ] I’m currently betrothed to the Wizengamot.

Your logic is incredibly flawed, but I don’t care, so shots it is. [ she nods ] I mean that’s fair, you’re just barely in your twenties. You know I like your brother, but he certainly settled down and started having kids at record speed. [ she laughs ] Sounds like a one-sided affair. 

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So. Young. He had babies and I was still in school, ‘You’re an auntie’ they said. I was eating breakfast and finishing my homework. [ she shakes her head and giggles ] Everyone is trying to get married Flora! And you can’t say it’s okay because I’m young. It’s so odd. I mean, at least it’s the 70′s. Thirty years ago we both might have been betrothed at fifteen.

[mssrprxngs]

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“James, how exactly did you get through school? And who put you on as Head Boy?” Again Amelia rolled her eyes, but she did it with joy. He was never a disappointment this boy. “Being at the office involves running around to different cases every ten minutes. I do most of my paperwork at home with all the action going on.” She walked them to the gate of her flat and took the leash off Baldwin before he lumped off through his door. Amelia kept his leash on her at all times because he always needed a walk. “I’m busy all day, and at night I, too, have no life. But that’s to be expected from you, not me. So I wouldn’t say much’s changed for you,” She grinned. “Are you having fun, though? I mean, aside from the sleep deprivation and you apparent lack of a ‘social life’.”

“My cute face, amazing butt, and good grades, obviously. And that would be Dumbledore. Or Minnie, I’m not sure who’s in charge of that exactly.” He nods. “That sounds super boring and you need more of a social life. Papers don’t talk back, unless they’re howlers.” Sometimes it’s a mystery how his mind works. He shrugs, bouncing along after her with his hands in his pockets. “I’m having so much fun. I actually love healer training, it’s really interesting. And having Sirius there doesn’t hurt.” He thinks, maybe, he’d enjoy it significantly less if Sirius wasn’t there with him. Merlin forbid they’re apart for more than twelve hours. “I’m dragging Peter out for his birthday too, since that’s coming up. He needs to celebrate.”

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The joy in his voice never faded, regardless of the stress they have to deal with. She had always tried to be more like James, or like her brothers, but it just wasn’t in her. “I’m glad you’ve got your friend. Everyone where I work is as ancient, if not older than Merlin himself.” Amelia had known James for years, his definition of celebrate was an intense one, “I was thinking of sending him an owl with an assortment of cookies. Maybe I fit in at work more than I think.” She walked down the old road with her friend who used to be as small as her, once upon a time. “I was thinking we could go for a classic, get some fried up fish and chips in a bag. We can even take them and go to the beach or something. Get out of this busy fuss for a while.”

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“Oh, this? This would be baby puke. The hazards of having an infant.”

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“It looks lovely on you. I have an extra shirt of yours in my closet, actually! From a different life time ago, before the infants took over.”

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difficulties | edgar & amelia

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Amelia’s new cafe took some finding–Edgar didn’t travel this far off the beaten wizarding path terribly often, and when he did it was for artifact misuse cases, not sandwiches. The place was a bit strange in how very ordinary it was, how exclusive to Muggles. As he pushed open the cafe door, ringing the small bell over the threshold, his wand suddenly felt heavy and obtrusive in his pocket.

At the bottom of everything, though, he trusted his sister. Implicitly. If this was a safe place in her eyes, that was enough for him.

“Sorry ‘m a little late,” he said as he approached her table. “Couldn’t find a place to…put my car. Y’know how it is, putting cars places.”

Edgar’s arrival only put the younger Bones on edge. She got up and leaned in to hug her brother, “I don’t think traditional driving is for me, but yes. I’ve heard. You should try the tube. Anyway, I’m early.” The waiter came back around when he saw Amelia’s guest and offered another drink, she looked to her brother expectantly. “Can we have an ashtray as well, please?”

Soon as they were both sat down, Amelia handed the letter over to her brother. It was from her mother, addressed to her youngest child. She could tell Edgar what the letter said, but it was best he read it himself. The contents included her mother worrying about their safety at home. They had found the rabbits in the yard dead three weeks ago and thought it was animals, then their plants came undone in the middle of the night - leaving a mess that took days to clean. That hadn’t bothered her mother, it was the most recent incident. They had recieved a package with a dead rabbit inside. This was a warning.

Amelia watched her brother, her lips were tight and she tapped on the table before reaching for her pack of cigarettes and lighting one.  She watched her brother expectantly. “What’re we supposed to do about this, Edgar?”

[assidua-vigilantia]

29 august 1979 ;;

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I take four days off every year, and they’re always boring. [ he sighs ] I’ve told everyone not to send me things. I can’t stand it. It’s a Wednesday, I’m one year older. Who cares?

Do you think they’re really going to listen? [ she chuckles ] That’s basically an invitation. Seniors in parliament have been sending their interns out all day to find the appropriate cakes and bottles to match. So, there’s that to look forward to. Would an invitation for a birthday drink be too much?

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I don’t think I’ve been in a real relationship ever, Flora. Sure, Galen, but we were fifteen and sixteen! Most our ‘dates’ were him watching me do homework in the library. [ she snorts ] That barely counts us as people. [ she catches the bartender from the corner of her eye ] Two more, oh, and a round of shots. [ she grins at her friend ] I’ll be by your side in this choice. Do you want to order chips? [ amelia taps her glass and thinks before speaking ]  I think bad boys are overrated. Again, unless he’s really handsome.

I mean that sounds like an entertaining date to me, but I see what you mean. Hardly romantic. We’ll have to find you someone, then. [ she raises her eyebrows ] And shots? Are we trying to jam all of the corruption from you I’ve been lacking into one drinking session? Because it’s working. [ she nods ] Absolutely, all this booze is making me hungry. [ she nods again, taking a sip of her drink ] As someone that’s been with a bad boy before, I can agree with that. They’re fun for a while, but I wouldn’t want to settle down with one. 

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And shots, I don’t have to be in the office until ten tomorrow, so as long as we have some chips, we’ll be good. [ the bartender had overheard them, the shots poured themselves in front of the girls ] I don’t see myself settling down with anyone for a while. [ she rolls her eyes ] I’m currently betrothed to the Wizengamot.

[assidua-vigilantia]

29 august 1979 ;;

What do people even do on their days off?

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All I know is, my days off are filled with reading up for work and usually end up with me at my office. Happy birthday, Alastor. I see quite a few cakes being owled to you in your near future.

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If I were nice all the time, I don’t think Edgar would’ve survived childhood. [ she lightly tapped her friend’s arm ] Oi, it’s not that odd of an occurence, we were young and now we’re friends. Civility is nice. [ she laughs and points at her friend’s glass ] Do you want another? [ amelia snorts ] I’m not looking to be married into a nice pureblood family currently, but thanks for offering. Just a date. Who can keep a conversation. Oh, someone who’s not too hard on the eyes wouldn’t hurt.

I’m sure he would’ve managed somehow. [ she laughs ] I mean I guess, but I’m certainly not friends with any of my exes. Not that I have many real relationships to boast of, but still. [ she nods ] Yes please, I’m going to get absolutely toasted. Like a little marshmallow. [ she chuckles, shaking her head ] Most of the people I know are from that sort of social group. Alright, good conversation, nice to look at. Nice guy or bit of a bad boy? I need to narrow it down.

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I don’t think I’ve been in a real relationship ever, Flora. Sure, Galen, but we were fifteen and sixteen! Most our ‘dates’ were him watching me do homework in the library. [ she snorts ] That barely counts us as people. [ she catches the bartender from the corner of her eye ] Two more, oh, and a round of shots. [ she grins at her friend ] I’ll be by your side in this choice. Do you want to order chips? [ amelia taps her glass and thinks before speaking ]  I think bad boys are overrated. Again, unless he’s really handsome.

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He constantly gives her the reason to roll her eyes. “You’ve been working on it for… how many years?” She stared at him when he mentioned lunch before remembering their phone call the week before. “Right! Oh, Helena, right. Right. I wrote it down, somewhere. I think. Sorry,” She collected herself, Amelia didn’t forget things like this - especially for James - but things were on her mind and worked seem to never end. “I’ve been so busy, and I mean, you know, it’s been busy. I’ve been working more than I can imagine. Okay, let’s, um, put Baldwin away and go. I’m starving, but I might have to be back at the office at the end of the day, so if you’re okay with joining me quickly, that’d be great.”

“Not as long as it takes Frodo to reach Mount Doom,” he says. “How fucking long is that gonna’ take? He’s been traveling for like five years and just got to Mordor. Ridiculous.” He shakes his head, laughing softly. “No, I can’t forgive you, sorry. You’re out of my good graces forever.” But he grins almost immediately and ruins any sort of threat the words might have. “Yeah, how is work? I’ve tried checking on you a few times at the office, but you were never there.” He nods. “That’s fine, I’ve got an evening shift at the hospital, so I’ve gotta’ get some sleep before I go in. The amount of work we do is… I don’t care for it. It’s killed my social life.”

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“James, how exactly did you get through school? And who put you on as Head Boy?” Again Amelia rolled her eyes, but she did it with joy. He was never a disappointment this boy. “Being at the office involves running around to different cases every ten minutes. I do most of my paperwork at home with all the action going on.” She walked them to the gate of her flat and took the leash off Baldwin before he lumped off through his door. Amelia kept his leash on her at all times because he always needed a walk. “I’m busy all day, and at night I, too, have no life. But that’s to be expected from you, not me. So I wouldn’t say much’s changed for you,” She grinned. “Are you having fun, though? I mean, aside from the sleep deprivation and you apparent lack of a ‘social life’.”

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She laughed at the ‘Constant Vigilance’, it was a way of life to some. “Oh, red velvet is a great choice. The frosting is addicting,” Amelia wondered what it was like to have that sort of partner in life, what she saw was joy, though she felt nothing but joy for the career path she chose, she still thought of people like Frank and Alice. “Are you really inviting me? Oh, that’s too bad about Frank,” She joked. “I guess I’ll make the great sacrifice.” Admittedly, Amelia hadn’t had an afternoon out in a while. “Baldwin’s food is charmed to pour itself, and there’s a ball that plays with him after. I’d say as long as I get the food at all today, I’m definitely free for cake. We won’t be loser ladies, we’ll be professional eaters. Do you think they’ll have cake with strawberries?”

“The frosting’s amazing, I could happily eat it all day like pudding.” She’s not even kidding. She nods, laughing. “That’s incredibly noble of you, thank you.” She nods, looking quite pleased with herself for roping Amelia into going with her. “Oh exactly, we should be commended for our services. I’m sure they will. Everyone loves strawberries. Alright, come on.” She leads the way down the street. “I keep debating whether or not the cake should match the color scheme, that’s my big problem right now. And, well, everything else. I don’t have my dress or anything, I’m starting to totally freak out.”

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"Well, okay you have to slow down. One problem at a time.” Amelia laughs quietly. “Alice, you’ve got quite some time before the ceremony. For now, we should just enjoy strawberries. Why don’t you create a few scenarios? I’m sure the cake expert can help the bride decide the big choices, like the color scheme.” She saw the genuine worry on her friends face, “Well listen, my mother said the dress you want will appear when you expect it least. So don’t stress yourself out too much, and you’d look beautiful in most everything. So, really.”

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Life’s a weird thing, so I’ve been told. As long as you’re happy and you come to Sunday dinner from time to time, I’m sure everything will be alright. [ amelia rolls her eyes ] You are a total brat, thank Merlin no one’s questioning that. Let’s go by when we shop for my dress and find a nice piece for me to wear to your wedding. Like a necklace or a bracelet. [ she laughs ] He is! We still go out dancing from time to time, it’s a good stress relief. I mean, I can see why he wouldn’t be. Maybe I’m a bad dancer, but I wouldn’t put money on that. [ amelia raises her eyebrows ] What does the term traditional mean to you?[ she snorts ] Full set of robes at the wedding traditional?

Of course I will, Sunday dinners are the best. [ she laughs ] Thanks for that. Aren’t you supposed to be nice to me all the time? Ooh yes, that’d be so much fun. You can pull off just about anything, but we’re going to find you something perfect, I’m determined. [ she shakes her head ] I can’t believe you two are still friends, I think it’d be so weird to be friendly with an ex. I mean you’re not amazing, but neither am I, so I can’t really judge. [ she shrugs ] Old fashioned, I guess? Bit posh, overly polite, nice pureblood family. [ she snorts ] I mean it’s a wedding, not a party. Of course full set of robes is necessary.

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If I were nice all the time, I don’t think Edgar would’ve survived childhood. [ she lightly tapped her friend’s arm ] Oi, it’s not that odd of an occurence, we were young and now we’re friends. Civility is nice. [ she laughs and points at her friend’s glass ] Do you want another? [ amelia snorts ] I’m not looking to be married into a nice pureblood family currently, but thanks for offering. Just a date. Who can keep a conversation. Oh, someone who’s not too hard on the eyes wouldn’t hurt.