habeas-bonesโ:
Amelia held the teacup in her hands, turning it over to watch it catch the light. Sheโd found it tucked away in the back of a consignment shop, forgotten among the masses of old hardware and books of titles so worn it was impossible to identify them until you opened them to realize they were abandoned almanacs. It had a blue green shine to it, depending on when and how you were looking at it, but what had caught Ameliaโs eye was the trasncription around the teacup. What looked like nonsensical nicks were actually, upon closer inspection, the marks of a language Amelia believed to be mermish. Sheโd found no saucer, or any other peice that looked like it belonged with the cup, but it hadnโt stopped her for buying it for a couple of sickles and squirrleing it away to her office, where it sat on the corner of her desk for her afternoon tea. In moments where she needed to center herself sheโd run her fingers around the side of itโ as if she could memorize what it said by touch alone.ย
It was in this moment that a shadow by her door caught her unaware, her fingers slipped, and the cup hit the ground, shattering into a tiny thousand peices. SHe swore, pulling her wand out of her hair and spelling it back together before looking up at Kinglsey sheepishly.ย
โYou know, Iโm far more trustworthy with cases than china, unfortunatelyโย
@k-shackleboltโ
And his cry - possibly along with his sudden appearance - caused Amelia Bones to drop a cup, sending its porcelain pieces shattering across the floor.
โBloody fucking...โ he kept the rest of the sentence to himself as, without so much as a complaint, Amelia had already begun cleaning up the shards of porcelain with her wand. And there Kingsley was, already preparing an apology.
โI would imagine,โ was all he could reply, because for some reason he couldnโt place, Amelia looked fantastic this morning. It wasnโt that she looked incredibly different than she usually did - she was a lovely dresser, and with the confidence of someone whose job warranted an unusually high level of ego, she could arrive in pretty much anything and look the best she ever had. But something about the light, and the way she was looking at him - or maybe it was the influx of caffeine - made her look twice as attractive as he would normally expect.
And that was a bar heโd never seen anyone else reach before. It was like she transcended attractiveness and...well, yes, it was probably the coffee.
โDidnโt mean to frighten you, but...did you get the report I mailed this morning? Iโve got a meeting with Crouch later today and I need some of your barrister-ly lingo so I can sound smart in front of my boss.โ
