veneer served to protect adelaide from the curious prying of others. she understood that misunderstanding bred inquisitiveness, but when questions pried past the carefully crafted exterior into malleable core, defensive hackles raised. certainly the half-veela was known for her temper, for the sharpness of attitude and words that had reduced countless others to tears; perhaps she was truly more monstrous, more harpy than poised exterior would let on. digits tugged hem of her skirt lower some, wanting perfectly pressed edges to align in perfect parallel to stockings– even in crisp cool of night, the female required utmost in perfection. nose crinkled at mention of those other magical creatures, less blessed in physical exterior, though violent and beastly all the same. adelaide sighed. “ it’s cleansing, i think. although the lake is a fair bit less – well, enchanted than the oceans i am used to. seems like it just keeps going on forever, with no bottom. – i do wonder, sometimes, how deep it truly goes. “ hues turned towards the inky blackness of the lake, flat reflection of moon creating an almost foreboding aura. what once invited and tempted only pushed the female away, mentally. any further thoughts regarding the black lake dissipated at mention of edgar’s name, rare bloom of color tainting icy pale of cheeks. how curious to think that, even when removed from his company, the name alone could elicit such delirious spread of warmth throughout glacial form. “ – of course he tried to make you soup. that’s – he’s rather too perfect, isn’t he? selfless and caring and unnaturally giving. edgar is … “ and she stopped, perhaps unwilling to admit to others just how preoccupied she’d become with the boy. least of all his sister– surely, the stakes were elevated, if only for amelia’s proximity to edgar. adelaide worried herself over making a particularly bad impression, or saying something that might be misconstrued. “ he’s perfect. anyways. “
Amelia’s eyes widened in slight excitement at the mention of the ocean. It was a strange thing, to be interested & afraid at once. But her fear had kept her from going as a child, staying home with a pretend cough to keep their family’s house elf company rather than go near the fathomless depths & crashing waves. Yet as she grew older, her fear bore curiosity -- a need to know, to dispell the fear. “I’ve never been in the ocean. British waters don’t exactly seem... friendly. But they have beautiful beaches in Southern France, right?” She didn’t know much about geography outside Europe, but she was alright within those small boundaries. “I’d much rather shower, anyway. Going in the lake for cleansing mostly seems counter-productive.” Said with a lilt of light teasing, a way of trying to figure out just how Adelaide would fit between them. “Our lake has a definite bottom, but I don’t think anyone’s been near it & survived. There are a lot of grindylow in the kelp.”Â
The change that came over Adelaide’s face was almost magical. Amelia was sure the other girl had never been more beautiful than right then, when she looked happy. “I always thought so,” she said with a wry smile. “He was my hero, especially when we were young. Edgar taught me how to play Quidditch, how to climb trees... how to make friends. But sometimes that caring can hurt him. I’m rather protective because of it -- a trait that goes both ways, I’m sure.” Amelia didn’t want to imply that she was distrustful, but she did want Adelaide to know that there were a lot of people who adored Edgar besides her, & who would support her too, if she would let them. Amelia would love her from the moment she saw her feelings for Edgar on her face, but she wasn’t the only person who loved her brother, either. “Yet I do hope that... as time goes on, he finds in you someone who knows he isn’t. Perfect, that is. He has flaws & hopes & light & darkness, even in a heart as big as his. There are too many people who would put him on a pedestal rather than care for him.” She smiled reassuringly. “But you don’t seem like someone who sees only the surface. I’m not overly worried in that regard.”
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