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It’s been a while || Amelia & Asher

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The time spent after Amelia had disappeared was not something he wished to dwell on much. The first few weeks, he’d followed her wishes, knowing that Amelia needed time to heal, needed space for herself. He had refrained from searching for her, had not wished to be turned away, and it was only when she had not returned after a month that he considered the very real possibility that she would never return. It frightened him, on a deep and visceral level, and though he’d focused on his business, the fact remained that thoughts of Amelia kept him awake most nights and there was only so long that he could ignore how much he missed her. It was after Christmas that he had taken a long leave of absence, leaving his second-in-command in charge of the company until he returned. While he remained available via owl, he spent weeks, months, searching for Amelia, using every contact he’d ever had. He’d finally tracked her down to a city, but had no idea where precisely he could find the woman he loved with every fiber of his being. He was currently staying in a hotel and had gone to a convenience store in the morning to purchase some provisions for the day; he did rather well in the muggle world, though his hands twitched daily when he wasn’t holding a wand.

But at least he wasn’t constantly looking over his shoulder wondering if a sycophant with a mask would murder him in his sleep.

It happened slowly, too slowly in his opinion. He saw a flash of hair and though he was too distressed to hope, he could not help but follow it. It was only when Asher caught her profile that he realized it was the one he’d been searching for and when he said her name, it was hoarse, sounding completely undignified from the rest of him. She shook her head and it shocked him, spurring the man into action. His fingers touched her shoulder and when he finally saw the eyes that haunted him only in his dreams, the relief that filled his body was palpable.

“Amelia,” he murmured, shaken, shocked, thrilled at finally being able to see her once more.

“Asher? Are you real?” Her voice was barely above a whisper, his name sounding so familiar on her lips despite the fact that she hasn’t talked to him in months. She’d dreamt a lot of him. If it wasn’t her family she was dreaming about, it was Asher. Of course she knew that she loved him when she left him, her love for him wasn’t something she’d ever questioned and leaving him behind made her break even more. It was because she loved him so much she did what she did. She was broken beyond repair and it wasn’t fair on him to try and fix something that couldn’t be fixed. Asking him to stay would have been selfish. 

Amelia hadn’t wanted him to find her, she had hoped that he’d given the search up, given her up, for the sake of being happy. Because he couldn’t be happy with her by his side. Not when she didn’t know what happy felt like anymore. The only thing that came close to it was a dream she had a few times, one where all her family was alive, sitting down to eat dinner with her and Asher. It was one of the most mundane dreams there could be, but it had brought her more happiness than anything else could’ve. When she woke up and realised it had been a dream she became even worse, not leaving her bed for a few days at a time. Those types of dreams were worse for her than a nightmare, because when she woke up she realised that she didn’t have any of them anymore. She was all alone. 

She was frozen in place, unsure of what to do, her eyes welling up. Just hearing him say her name, looking into his eyes, overwhelmed her. Merlin, she looked like a mess. She didn’t care when she left the house like that, but she was embarrassed now, standing opposite Asher, she could only imagine what he must be thinking. What was he doing here? How did he find her? There were tons of questions she had but none of them left her mouth. “I’m sorry.” It wasn’t enough, but it was all she could get out at the moment. 

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It’s been a while || Amelia & Asher

Her life had changed so much these last few months and if she knew what would happen she’d do her damned hardest to get her hands on a time turner and turn back time, no matter the consequences it would bring for the future. At least her family would be alive then. It was a nice dream she fled to most nights, at least those where she wasn’t plagued by nightmares. Back in the UK she could seek comfort in Asher’s arms when she had a nightmare, but she was all alone here. It hadn’t been an easy decision to make, quite the contrary. Leaving Asher had been difficult for her, extremely so; she loved him more than anything else, but her mind had been clouded with grief for a while now and everything she saw back home reminded her of her family. First Eli had been taken from her. Then Edgar. Then their parents. Her whole family. Gone. Wiped out in a matter of months. She was the sole survivor of the Bones’ family. She was left all alone to plan their funerals. Without Asher there she would’ve fallen apart immediately, but she held onto him with an iron grip. He was the only reason she hadn’t lost her sanity completely. Without him by her side, she lost it completely. She didn’t notice it at first, but Amelia had lost touch with the real world slowly, seeking comfort in her dreams where she saw her family. Even when she saw them in nightmares, it was better than not seeing them at all. She’d spend most days in bed, too weak to leave it. This had gone on for months, longer than she would’ve been willing to admit, days started blending into each other after a while. Amelia let her depression consume her and she became numb to the outside world. Asher hadn’t found her so far and she hoped that he abided by her wish and hadn’t gone looking for her. He was better off without her. She half-way between the dead and the living, not quite there on either side. Her mind was with her family and her heart was with Asher, what she was doing now couldn’t be called living, she was merely existing. She wasn’t eating much, drinking only because she knew that she couldn’t let herself wilt way, her family would be angry at her. Her mom always chastied her in her dreams. To stop this, to start living again, but she couldn’t. It didn’t feel right without them there.

It was the first time in three days she left her apartment, hair thrown up in a sloppy pony tail and stuck in the comfortable clothes she’d grown accustomed to. She wasn’t wearing any make up and her eyes were red and puffy, which was a constant for her nowadays. Amelia was at the convenience store close to her apartment when she thought she heard Asher call her name and her heartbeat quickened, but she shook her head. She’d imagined that before. It wasn’t real. He wasn’t really here. But then she felt a hand on her shoulder, making her turn around.

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The only way | Self para

There weren’t any words to describe how Amelia was feeling right now, if she was being honest she didn’t really know if she was feeling anything at all. She was becoming numb. Each loss hit her harder, just when she thought she was fine, taking things day by day and returning to a semi normal life, someone else died. First Eli. Her big brother. The one she had always looked up to, despite them not being as close as her and Edgar she loved both of her brothers dearly. Then just as she was starting not to get a gut wrenching feeling whenever she walked through the ministry’s entry way. Edgar died. She lost her second brother. They had always been close, thick as thieves and they stuck together through everything. Sure they picked on each other constantly but she could count the actual fights they had on one hand. They lived together and some of her best memories were in their flat. Now she couldn’t even step into it anymore, bombarded with memories at every turn. It was hard from being the youngest of three, to being the only child her parents had. They had never been overprotective before, but they started sending her letters every day, needing confirmation that she was doing alright, well as alright as she could be given the current situation. Amelia didn’t mind, having been doing the same with constantly checking in with her loved ones from Eli’s death onwards. She just needed the reassurance.  It made her feel safe. Well as safe as one could in her situation.

She’d felt like something was off when she didn’t get her a letter from her parents, having a bad feeling that something was wrong. Amelia told herself that she was only being paranoid, wanting to check in on them on her lunch break. However, it didn’t come to that. An hour after she got into work, the Aurors appeared in her office. Her old roommate Alice was one of them, face white as a sheet of paper.  Her parents were murdered. In her childhood home. They hadn’t done anything and yet fell subject to a murdering spree. It wasn’t fair. She was all alone now. The entire Bones family was eradicated. It felt like Edgar’s funeral was yesterday and now she had had to prepare her parents funeral. It took everything out of her to keep it together during her speech about how great of people her parents were. Without Asher by her side she knew she would not have made it through these last few weeks, months even, since Eli’s death. She was trying so hard to be strong but she just couldn’t do it anymore. She couldn’t put a smile on her face and interact with people like nothing was wrong. Couldn’t hear the same speeches of condolences that didn’t change anything and didn’t make anything better. For everyone else, life seemed to be going on, but she could not bring herself to even entertain the idea of going to that ball. It seemed selfish asking Asher not to go, he had sacrificed so much of his time already because of her. Even though she knew he didn’t mind, that he’d spend every minute with her if she asked him to, she couldn’t do that. Amelia loved him with all of her heart and the thought of losing him terrified her. He was the only person she had left. He told her he was her family now when she broke down saying that her entire family was gone. But that was why she was so scared. Scared that he would die to. Everyone around her died. Eli, Edgar, her mother and her father. She had to identify Edgar’s body, her parents had been dismembered. Cut into pieces. There was nothing left to identify. Was it her fault? Was it her fault that everyone around her died? 

Part of her just wanted to run away, leave everything behind. At least Asher would be safe then. The logical part of her knew that this was crazy, but she had no access to that right now, too overcome with fear and grief. Fear not for herself but for Asher. She believed that he was in danger with her being around. Rash decisions were entirely uncommon for her, used to doing a pro and con list for everything, evaluating all the possible outcomes of a situation, but she was on autopilot now. She had to go. It was the only way to keep Asher safe. She had her suitcase here, having had Asher transfer most of the things from Edgar’s and her flat to his place, chucking in her clothes and all other essentials. Amelia didn’t know where she wanted to go, she didn’t even want to go if she was being honest with herself, but she thought she was doing the right thing. Making a sacrifice to keep the man she loved safe. She halted in her panic seeing a notepad left on the table. She had to tell him. Hopefully he would understand that she was doing what was best for him. This was the hardest decision she ever had to make and her heart was aching already and she hadn’t even left yet.

Dear Asher,

First of all I need you to know that I love you and that I could not have survived these last few months if it wasn’t for you. You were there for me whenever I needed you, without me even needing to say anything and I can’t thank you enough for it. I could never have imagined even a year ago how close we have gotten. We’ve known each other all my life and what they say is really true- sometimes you don’t see what’s right in front of you. I’ve been blind for a long time, I think I’ve always loved you and just didn’t realise it. You sacrificed so much for me. I love you. So so much. That’s why I have to go. For your sake. Everyone around me dies.. My parents, Eli, Edgar. I can’t bear the thought of something happening to you too. You’ll be safer without me here. I’m sorry, darling.  I completely understand if you’re angry at me, but I also hope that you can understand why I have to do this, why it’s the only way.  I just ask you to do one thing-keep yourself safe. Please do not come looking for me. 

Love, Amelia

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Delilah realized that this was a mistake. She hadn’t imagined that Amelia would be this… angry with her, and she hadn’t meant to put any more trouble on Amelia. She had just wanted to come here to pay respects to Edgar, and to say goodbye. Delilah couldn’t not be here, even though she knew that her presence wasn’t wanted by anybody. And if her husband knew that she was there, he wouldn’t understand. But they had to understand that Delilah needed to be there. She just needed some sense of…closure. Even though she knew that funerals wouldn’t give her that. Now that he was gone, Delilah realized that love wasn’t for her. She was never going to love her husband, and the man that she loved was gone. It wasn’t fair. What had Edgar done to deserve a fate like this? Why did the people that Delilah cared for keep dying? Was it something that Delilah did? She didn’t think that she could handle another loss. Her heart was already shattered, she didn’t think that anything would fix it. “Amelia…” she trailed off, unsure of what to say. Or what she could say that would make Amelia see. Maybe she should just go.

She bowed her head when she said that Ed wouldn’t have wanted her to be kicked out, feeling tears brimming in her eyes. Edgar was such a kind man and it wasn’t fair that he was gone. “I would never,” She looked up at Amelia, tears starting to fall down her cheeks. “I didn’t…I didn’t even plan on speaking to them. Or to you.” She reached up and wiped the tears away. “I only came to pay my respects to Edgar. You might not understand…and it’s okay. You don’t have to.” she paused. “Your brother…he was a bright spot in a dark time in my life. And i’m going to miss him terribly. I’m sorry, Amelia. For the pain i’m causing you…and that your brother is gone. He was amazing.”

Amelia kept scanning the crowd for her parents, not wanting them to see who she was talking to and then having to lie to them about it. How was she going to explain Delilah Carrow here?  While she was raised to believe honesty to be the best policy, she did not want to hurt their feelings in any way, shape or form. So her best bet right now was to avoid it and hope it doesn’t come to that. “I said don’t.” She raised a hand to stop Delilah from whatever she was gonna say, not wanting to hear it, having no energy for it. 

Being resentful wasn’t one of her personality traits, believing holding resentment to be the worst thing for yourself, hurting you more than anyone else involved in the situation, but that was before she had to deal with both of her brother’s dying. Nothing could have prepared her for this situation and she still wished that it was all a bad nightmare she could wake up from. She didn’t want it to be real. She’d do anything to get Eli and Edgar back. Anything. Life however, didn’t work like that. Even magic couldn’t bring dead people back to life. There was so much she wanted to say to Delilah, to have someone to let her anger and all the other negative emotions out on, but she tried her best to hold herself together, constantly reminding herself that Edgar wouldn’t want this. Amelia didn’t think Delilah was pretending to have feelings for Edgar because that wouldn’t make sense. She had to think about this logically without being clouded by emotions. The repercussions of anyone knowing she was here, of her husband knowing what she just said to Amelia would be too great to risk. She had always been weary of Amycus, he didn’t seem like the type of man to just accept this. So she decided to do what she hoped was the right thing and not go into everything Delilah said before to avoid a fight, settling on nodding. “He was the best. I am sure he would have appreciated you being here.” 

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Asher chuckled. “I don’t think you need to worry about that,” he said with a wry smile. He was reasonably self-aware, though he certainly wouldn’t call himself arrogant by any means.

Nodding, he stirred the food on the stove once more. “They do,” he agreed. “And it’s also important they understand the more nuanced sides of all candidates as well. So many seem to be campaigning on one or two major issues, but it’s the smaller issues that affect day-to-day life.”

Asher tilted his head to the side, taking a sip from his own glass as he considered Amelia’s words. If he was being honest, he supposed she had the right of it; Dirk had been his right hand at the company for what seemed like so long that it was hard to fathom a world where he wasn’t. “You’re probably right,” he admitted with a shrug of one shoulder. “It’s also hard because he had so many intangibles, too. It wasn’t always something cut and dry like many other positions.”

“I know, I’m simply teasing, love” She smiled back at him, waving it off. So many men she knew were cocky and arrogant, her own brother and her best friend was, but Asher had never been like that and she appreciated it. 

“So many people just focus on the bigger issues and try to find a candidate they kind of agree with and don’t look further into their policy proposals and ideas. In times like these politics are incredibly important, the right minister could put a hand in stopping the war. Well that’s the ideal and unrealistic, but it could be a possibility. Or the opposite, the wrong minister could be influenced to make matters even worse.” Amelia was passionate about politics and was getting worked up whenever she heard people basically flipping a coin to make their decision. 

“I usually am. I have a gift.” Amelia joked, wanting to lighten his mood, clearly seeing how stressed Asher was in choosing someone to take on Dirk’s workload. “I know. Just take your time, only choose someone when you’re sure about them. It’s no use hiring someone you don’t trust, you wouldn’t be giving them any work to do and doing it all yourself anyways. I know you.” 

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Delilah had never had any intention of speaking to anyone in Edgar’s family. It was difficult, not knowing if any of them knew about her. And if they did…it would be an awkward conversation. And if they didn’t? They would just be wondering why a random woman was at his funeral. Delilah didn’t want to do that to his family. She couldn’t dream of doing that to them, if she was being honest. If someone strange had shown up at Gisela or Evan’s funeral, Delilah wasn’t sure how she would have reacted. But Delilah couldn’t not go. She needed to be there, she needed to be able to say her goodbyes to Edgar. She loved him. She knew that she would always love him, and nothing was going to change that. Not his death, not her husband. Nothing would change any of it. 

She didn’t know what to say to Amelia. Did she know about her and Edgar? Did she know the truth? She opened her mouth to say something, but immediately shut it when Amelia told her not to say anything to her. She froze. Amelia sounded angry, and Delilah couldn’t blame her. She remembered how broken she had been over Gisela’s death, and Delilah hadn’t been close to Gisela. Not the way that Edgar and Amelia were. Delilah wished that she could escape this conversation, she didn’t want to have it, she had come there to honor Edgar. She felt tears burn in her eyes, but she blinked them away. She wouldn’t cry right now. 

She looked down when Amelia said all she did was hurt his feelings. “I love your brother,” Delilah said honestly, looking up at Amelia, tears burning in her eyes. “I couldn’t…I couldn’t not be here, Amelia. I love him.”

“You love him?” She scoffed, rolling her eyes. “The nerve you have showing up here-” The nerve that that woman had was unbelievable. Right now, Amelia couldn’t care that Delilah was hurting and missed Edgar too, having no idea how deep their relationship actually had been. Blinded by her grief. Her brother just died and Delilah, who was married to another man, was here proclaiming her love for Edgar. It seemed like a sick joke. He deserved to be happy and now he would never have the opportunity for it and she seemed to be a reminder for that. Had they been dating in secret? How many times had they even spoken to each other? Did her husband know? She doubted it, but yet she couldn’t be sure. She was too upset to ask questions, that would come at another time. Delilah’s words reminded her that she almost had another fight with Edgar when he told her about this. She had wanted to be happy for him for finding someone, but she had wished that he would’ve found someone he could actually be with.

Taking a deep breath she focused her attention on Delilah again, keeping her voice calm and steady. “I’m not going to kick you out, Ed wouldn’t have wanted that and I want to respect his wishes, but don’t you dare say anything beyond offering condolences to my parents. They don’t need to hear this.” They were old fashioned, hearing a married woman say she had feelings for Edgar and that they were reciprocated? It would be too much for them. She was barely holding on, but she knew she had to be strong for them. 

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“This may be a bit long, so I hope you’re prepared. I can’t put Amelia into just one box. Who could do that? She is my inspiration most all of the time, but how could she not be? She handles everything the world throws at her with grace and strength. Even with all that’s happened to her brothers, she hasn’t given up. And I’ve known her for so long and she’s tough as nails; it’s even more amazing that I get to…well, a gentleman doesn’t shag and tell does he? She’s my hope for a future life when this war is over, when I can leave the house knowing she’s safe, knowing we can have a family when we’re ready. She is the person I want to share the good with, the bad with, and everything in-between. I don’t mind if I’m bloody cliche as long as I’m with Amelia. I don’t think I ever will.”

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Delilah felt like she was stuck in a nightmare. All she wanted was to wake up, and for Edgar to still be alive. She hadn’t accepted that she would never see him again. She was still so sure that it was a nightmare. It had to be a nightmare. She had been withdrawn since the day that she read the newspaper and learned of Edgar’s death, and she didn’t care what Amycus thought of her behavior. None of it mattered. She just wanted to cry all the time, just wanted to pull away from everyone that she knew. All she wanted was Edgar. And she couldn’t believe that she was at his funeral. She felt sick to her stomach as she pushed the doors open, hoping that she could just stay in the background and then slip away before anyone knew that she was there. She knew that nobody would understand. She knew that if Amycus found out that she was there, he wouldn’t understand. He would ask questions she didn’t want asked. But she needed to be there. She had to. She loved Edgar. She needed to be there. But she knew that she didn’t belong. 

She finally got the courage to open the doors and she stepped into the room and froze when she came face to face with Amelia Bones. She hadn’t planned on speaking to anyone, especially not Edgar’s sister. And yet…she was right there.

“I-I’m so sorry,” She managed to say. 

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It was hard keeping things together at the funeral, having spent the days leading up to it half in denial and half crying hugging Edgar’s pillow. She hadn’t been eating or sleeping properly, refusing to believe this was actually real. First Eli, now Edgar. In a matter of months she’d lost both of her brothers. She was the youngest and now she got turned into an only child. Was she an only child now? Or was she still the youngest of three, but without her brothers there anymore? Thinking about it hurt. Amelia was hurting so much. She was at Edgar’s funeral. Her brother. Her best friend. He was gone. He wouldn’t be coming back. It felt worse than when Eli died, at least she still had a brother to comfort her, but now? Now she was all alone. How was she supposed to go on living like this? How was she ever supposed to feel better? 

She wanted to kick Delilah out the second she noticed she was there, but she bit her tongue, refusing to even look in her direction, pretending she wasn’t there. That was until Delilah had the nerve to speak to her. “Don’t you dare say anything to me right now.” Amelia bit out, channeling how upset she was about Edgar’s death into anger. She couldn’t bring Ed back and she couldn’t be angry at the inferi, but Delilah was here. The perfect person to focus her anger on. Logically she knew this attack had nothing to do with Delilah, but maybe if Edgar hadn’t fallen for her he’d have been more careful instead of risking his life like that. It was easier focusing on hating Delilah than dealing with how broken she was feeling.

“What are you even doing here? You didn’t know him like we did. All you did was hurt his feelings.” 

[theyoungestamelia]

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Asher continued to stir the sauce, pausing only to add a few ingredients. His lips turned up at the corners as Amelia pressed a kiss to his cheek and he turned his head with a grin. “Is that what you’re calling it now?” he teased her as he removed the spoon from the pot and set it on the spoon rest so he could pull her closer. He kissed her lips quickly before pulling back and moving to the stove. 

“How was your day?” he inquired, curious as to how busy it had been for her. “Has everyone been talking about the elections?” 

He moved to the table and uncorked the wine, pouring a healthy glass for Amelia before he poured one for himself as well. “I went through a stack of applications today,” he murmured with a shrug of his shoulder. “Is it just me or are most people just dreadfully incompetent?”

“I’m open to other suggestions but I wouldn’t want you to get a bigger head...” She teased him back, shrugging, unable to stop herself from smiling when he grinned at her like that, happy when he kissed her. Conscious of kitchen safety protocols she decided it was better to stop distracting him, even though she did want to continue kissing him. 

“Stressful with the elections going on, but all those conversations are necessary, so I really would not have it any other way.  People need to be informed about the candidates and have discussions about their qualities.” 

Thanking him she took a sip from the wine, not surprised when he continued to talk. “I think you’re comparing people to Dirk. Which is completely understandable, but that is why none of them seem good enough. He’s your best friend, it’s hard for anyone to match up.”

[theyoungestamelia]

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Sirius had been about to go to work when he heard the news about the attacks. Figuring his absence would be justifiable on a day like today, Sirius went toward it instead. He wasn’t an auror, didn’t even work at the Ministry, and he knew his presence would just be in the way if he offered to try and help with cleanup. Instead he scanned the crowd, looking for one person in particular.

When Sirius didn’t spot Amelia, he assumed she was upstairs in her office. He managed to talk his way up, keeping along the edges of the room to stay out of the way. When he reached her office, Sirius could understand her hesitation toward comfort. He could acknowledge her words, but Sirius couldn’t let her just stand there with no comfort. Instead he leaned forward, giving her time to escape if she was really against it, and pulled Amelia into a hug. He tucked his head down on top of hers, just letting them hold like that a moment. When he let go, Sirius left a hand on her shoulder. He stayed silent for now, following her instructions.

Amelia didn’t know what to do or how to act right now. She couldn’t go through the lobby again, looking at the spot where she had seen Edgar’s body laying there, helpless. The only way she could deal with it is take it slow. She didn’t think she could go back to her and Edgar’s flat. And she didn’t want to go back alone to Asher’s place either. He’d know where she was so she decided to just wait for him here. 

Amelia had jumped up when she saw someone at her door, taking a deep breath when she figured out that it was only Sirius. No danger here. She was safe. Her first instinct was to push him away, but his hug had a comforting effect. They stayed like that for a few minutes until she felt like she could talk again. “I don’t want this to be real.” 

[theyoungestamelia]

When she had come back from America with Asher everything had been going great, she was starting to feel better about the whole Eli situation, although not well enough to speak about it. It would keep hurting for a while she knew that, but the pain was lessening. She hadn’t lost her whole family. She had her parents. She had Edgar. Well she had until now. What she had worried about while in America had come true mere days after she had gotten back. Amelia couldn’t wrap her head around it, feeling like it was a bad nightmare she couldn’t wake up from. An Inferi attack right in the Ministry’s Lobby. This shouldn’t have been possible. There was security. How could this have happened? In a matter of months, both of her brothers had been taken from her. Her parents had lost both of their sons. It wasn’t fair.  Edgar didn’t deserve this and neither did Eli. Both of them dying in the Ministry’s lobby. Was she supposed to die there too? 

 “Don’t. Please. Whatever you want to say. I don’t want to hear it.” 

[montygreen]

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@theyoungestamelia

Asher stood at the stove, stirring a pot of pasta sauce as another pot boiled. He hadn’t intended on making dinner tonight, but had decided to come home early after his last meeting and wait for Amelia. There was a bottle of wine on the table, with two glasses set out, and Asher had changed into something more comfortable for the evening. 

Since their return from America, he felt that things had been better between them - not that they were bad to begin with - and Asher was thankful that things in Britain seemed less tense, to him anyway. The election was currently ongoing and after voting, Asher had dedicated his time to work and to finding a new liaison. But tonight, at least, he resolved not to think of work at all. 

When Asher heard footsteps in the entryway, he called out, assuming it was Amelia. “I’m in the kitchen, sweetheart.”

Their time in America had been great, exactly what she needed, she was glad that he could convince her to join him on his trip. Of course she was not over her brother’s death, but it got easier to function and let the pain be a dull ache in the back of her mind instead of a constant thing, taking over her life. 

Amelia smiled when she heard his voice, following it to the kitchen, happy to see that he was making dinner. She always enjoyed watching him cook, especially because she knew that the end result would turn out well, certainly fair better than whenever she tried to make him something.

 “You’re my hero.” She teased as she came into the kitchen, placing a small kiss on his cheek, not wanting to disturb him as he was in the middle of something. 

[theyoungestamelia]

[ text from asher ]: I made a spreadsheet, and a pros & cons list, and I think that tonight we should discuss you moving in.

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Let It All Go

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Sirius nodded and offered a quick thanks to the bar tender as he brought their drinks. He looked back to Amelia, toasting her briefly before taking a drink. “To Eli,” he said, knowing he was treading on thin ice by mentioning her brother. “To Regulus too.” He seemed only fair, and Sirius had to swallow hard before starting his drink. 

“That’s adorable and almost too boring to believe,” he teased. “The old splinch-to-get-the-object-of-your-affection-to-play-nurse routine. Works every time.” Sirius had never heard of anyone doing anything of the like, but he enjoyed any little way to poke at her. It was fun. 

“To them. They will be missed.” She gave him a sad smile before clinking her glass together with his. 

“Oh no, it wasn’t like that!” Amelia blushed, covering her face with her hands to mask how embarrassed that accusation made her. She knew he was only teasing her in good fun and not making fun of her or anything like that. “This wasn’t planned. I didn’t even go to his place on purpose. I just somehow ended up there?” Too logical to believe in faith or meant to be, she believed that her gut instinct lead her to Asher’s door that day. 

[theyoungestamelia]

Dear Edgar,

America is... interesting, we’re not in the city we went to when we were kids, but it’s nice here. Very different from home, so it’s interesting to explore and learn the history of the place we’re staying at. I don’t think I ever took a vacation off work so I’m working on getting used to the idea of not having to do anything besides relax. Asher laughed at me when I said I missed working yesterday and I know you will too, but it’s true. Other than that I really miss all of you and I can’t wait to see you again when we come back. Tell mom and dad I send my regards. Asher’s is in a meeting right now and I realised I haven’t checked in with you for a few days, so I wanted to know how everything was going and if you’re alright. 

Please don’t get into too much trouble while I’m gone,

Love, Amelia 

@edgbns