#c:amelia

[grangerliam]

TO: @robertsameliax

LOCATION: Outside of Perry Mason Law

Liam haven't seen or really spoken to Amelia since the night he walked out of her apartment. In all honestly, that was probably the lowest and most birth righted thing he had ever done. But it wasn't necessarily because he wanted to, he had a job to be at, and remaining in her presences would've probably made matters worse. Mainly because he was truly just saying anything at that point. He accused her of trying to trap him, which after the fact, was a truly hilarious notion. Because if anyone would attempt to trap the other, it was Liam. Instead of waiting at her apartment, he had made the decision to wait outside her office. He wasn't 100% sure she'd be there, but he figured he'd give it a try. His decision would be proven smart the second he saw her exit the building. Slowly walking up to her, he pressed his lips into a flat smile, "Hey--" He greeted, shoving his hands into his pockets, as he rocked back on his heels, "You haven't really been picking up the phone. Which, I mean, is fair." There was a small pause, before a sigh, "If you're not busy, I'd like to talk. Maybe get some food? My treat." He suggested, his eyes falling upon hers, "Please."

[xesotericconundrumx]

“alright so now we just let it sit for the time being, we’ll come back to it a little bit. so for now.” grabbing amelia by the hand she took her to the back and pointed at the roller skates. “come on, we’ll start here and then we can work our way out to the road. sitting on the chair she put on her holographic skates and stood up gracefully. “we had those weird ass skates you put your shoes in at the commune and they cracked and creaked all the time but once i started i couldn’t stop. my grandma bought me new ones the moment i arrived and it’s honestly the best feeling.” she rocked back and forth. “come on we’ll learn how to fall first.”

@wxlksxflxfx​ for amelia

[the-raven-guy]

@bonesmelia​ said:  “¿Por qué vería las estrellas cuando puedo verte a ti?”

—Déjame adivinar estás aburrida y no encontraste nada mejor que hacer— expresó una vez que se encontró a la chica en aquel baile al cual claramente solo había asistido porque sus amigos lo habían llevado

[k-shacklebolt]

Fantastic Drunks & Where to Find Them | Shacklebones

Kingsley finishes the second of his drinks, alone, again, because Frank had to leave early, again. It’s the third time Kingsley has to stand alone until he’s done nursing his beer, forcing the thoughts that usually come with this amount of beer hidden. 

He glances around at the general depravity of the bar he was standing at: several groups of wizards were watching a Quidditch game between the Appleby Arrows and the Falmouth Falcons, both teams he doesn’t care for. He sips the stout he did not order (for he preferred beers of the lighter variety) and makes a chance turn of his head towards the door.

As if he hadn’t already gone through turmoil that week.

Amelia Bones, dressed as if she’s coming directly from the office, practically gliding into the bar as if the smoke and the heavy laughter did not affect her.

She does not initially meet his eyes, and for that he is eternally grateful. Because just at the moment she entered, his stout-bearing glass drops to the floor and shatters. Beer cascades around him and soaks his very nice jeans.

And there is a half a second where he doesn’t know what to do. He glances at the bartender, who gives him neither pity nor a reason to launch himself over the side of the bar so he can evade her. He turns to the rowdy gentlemen who are not paying attention, as the Arrows just scored a massively-desired goal. 

Amelia Bones then, winning in some sort of sick way, focuses her gaze on Kingsley and approaches. Quickly, he composes himself, sending a cleaning spell to both the glass and his wet pants in the hopes that he can gather the marginal bit of his dignity he can muster before she gets within smelling or seeing distance of the atrocity that he has become in her presence.

“Uh...hi. Why are you here?”

@habeas-bones

[goldensmileboy]

@bonesmelia​

Tenía un rato que se le había pasado el efecto de la poción envejecedora, y sin duda estaba sin entender que pasaba pero quería asegurarse que todos los que le importaban estaban bien así que no tardó en buscar a Amelia y una vez que la encontró acercarse a ella —Melia ¿estas bien?— preguntó con preocupación

[detmccallen]

closed starter for @akrongold​

It was only a matter of time and Tim was not surprised when he was laying on his couch and heard very curt demanding knocks against the wood of his door. Though he he could easily guess who would be standing behind the door when he pulled it open, Tim still grabbed his firearm when he headed towards the door then looked out the peephole, scanning the space behind and around the dark-haired woman standing in the hall before he undid the chain and deadbolt.

“Well, to what do I owe the pleasure?” He asked, taking a step back to allow Amelia into his place even as she made to storm her way inside with a huffy passion that had him working hard to hide his initial amused smile, settling it into something sterner to not further her anger. Shutting the door and relocking it, Tim turned back to Amelia and simply waited. He was well aware that she would have plenty to say to him, no doubt.

[littlepotterdoe]

@bonesmelia​ send  [ help ] — tu personaje encuentra al mío atascado en una prenda de ropa de la cual no puede salir sin ayuda.

—¿Como lograste siquiera que cupiera por tu cabeza— expresó empezando a tratar de quitarle el sueter a la chica

[canutx]

@bonesmelia​ send:  [ stuck ] — tu personaje encuentra al mío atascado en una posición extraña.

—¿quiero saber como acabaste así?— preguntó mientras observaba a la chica en esa posición extraña