WHO: Amelia & Open WHEN: September 21st 1985, Early Evening WHERE: Outside Rosa Lee Teabagâs, Diagon Alley
Amelia had lost count how many times she had walked up and down the entire length of Diagon Alley. The victory celebrations had been in full swing for several hours now, but despite knowing in her heart of hearts that there was nothing to be concerned about, not anymore, it was still hard for her to leave her work in the office back at the Ministry. It made her happy to see the whole community come together, but even now, large congregations made her uneasy.
On this particular round, one of the waitresses from Rosa Lee Teabagâs had been able to catch her attention long enough to offer her a freshly brewed cup of tea. Accepting the cup, Amelia muttered the words âyouâre a starâ in thanks, before she turned to face out on to the street once more.
Often times the Cooperation part of Emmaâs title was one was she was happy enough to forego. Trapped in her office, hiding away from the world, she forgot the moments in which she was supposed to go out into the world and be simply human. It felt too foreign, too vulnerable, to be out and about. She realized belatedly that sheâd definitely worn the wrong shoes, her heels getting caught in the cobble stones and her gait resembling that of a giraffe rather than the dignified stature she clung to hold onto. And when she was feeling as lost as she was in this moment, the thought of tea calmed her nerves.Â
As she rounded the corner to Rosa Leeâs, it brought her a great sense of relief to see Amelia Bones in front of her, perhaps another woman who might share her sentiments, or so she hoped. She waved out a hand, trying to catch her attention. âIs it just me, or do you also find these moments more stifling than exciting?âÂ
