A relieved smile spread across Dirk's face, he had been abit less lucky in the past and bumped into some... unsavoury people. He couldn't help it, he just had his head away in the clouds alot. "Yeah..." He said softly, picturing in his minds eye, his mother taking him to Ollivanders for the first time. It felt like such a long time ago now. What he wouldn't give to go there again with her.
"Of course not." Dirk said kindly, "Though it is strange to see wizards holding phones and such now." He said, eyeing a passer by attempting an enchant what looked like a very old iphone. "Feels sort of like my worlds are colliding..."
Amelia was pleased to see a smile cross Dirk's face. It was nice to see a smile. There we so many downtrodden people as of late. She couldn't deny that she had been one of them. Times were tough, especially working in Law Enforcement. She was engulfed in the war. It was hard to get away from it. But in this moment she smiled. It was a reminder of what it meant to smile.
"Thank you for the offer," Amelia said in a soft but even tone. "I do agree with you that technology is strange. I'm not sure how to use much of it but have to learn for work. Anything can be used for nefarious reasons, you know?" If Amelia had it her way she wouldn't have anything to do with the phones that were popping up all around her but she had to get used to it. She had to get used to new apps that could help Death Eaters -- she hated it. "Magic is better than whatever these things can offer," she said, pulling out her own iphone.
Amelia found herself in the middle of Knockturn Alley. She may not have been an Auror but she was still in Law Enforcement and took her job seriously. If she could find danger or anyone breaking the law she could stand as witness.
She had picked up a phone to try to help her track the nerdowells but the app she had purchased was glitching. It kept freezing and flashing at at her. Amelia wanted to throw the awful thing but she had just spent three-hundred galleons on it. She was too logical to throw away such money. Maybe a different app. Maybe just using the old ways. This new technology seemed to be more effort than it was worth. She put the phone in her back pocket and realized someone had been watching her.
neatly folded clothes. highlighted passages in books. woman with a vision. three am writing by candlelight. kissed by fire. bigger than her body. more than you bargained for. that storybook kind of love. putting on her warpaint. eyes of classic novels and poetry. when we were kids we swore we’d never die.
DETAILS.
full name: amelia dina bones.
nicknames: mel.
dob: september third.
age: thiry-one.
gender: cis female.
pronouns: she + her.
orientation: heterosexual.
marital status: it’s complicated.
height: 5’ 3”.
eye color: brown.
hair color: brunette.
distinguishing features: none.
occupation: department of magical law enforcement / member of the wizengamot.
wood: applewood;; not made in great numbers. they were powerful and best suited to an owner of high aims and ideals, as this wood mixed poorly with dark arts. it was said that the possessor of an apple wand would be well-loved and long-lived, an assertion supported by the fact that garrick ollivander often met customers of great personal charm to find their perfect match in an applewood wand.
core: dragon heartstring;; produced wands with the most magical power, and which were capable of the most flamboyant spells. dragon wands tended to learn more quickly than other types. while they could change allegiance if won from their original master, they always bonded strongly with the current owner. the dragon wand tended to be easiest to turn to the dark arts, though it would not incline that way of its own accord. it was also the most prone of the three cores to accidents, being somewhat temperamental.
BIO.
walking before she crawled, amelia was a combination of stoicism and heart. she was never an easy one to pin down and made sure of that. growing up in the bones’ household there was a constant push-pull of how to present oneself. it felt like she and her siblings had to choose sides. their mother, yael, was full of light, love and compassion. their father, uriel, was all business, no play and his family was second to his career. it’s no wonder amelia was torn between who she should be. she saw edgar come to blows with uriel but gentle with yael. she saw edgar’s obvious struggle and didn’t want to repeat it so she learned to keep any bubbling emotion inside. she wasn’t going to allow anyone to see a weakness in her. whether she liked it or not, she was unconsciously following in uriel’s footsteps more than she imagined she would. she longed to have the warmth her mother had but she saw what would happen to with too soft a heart. amelia only gave her heart to those she deemed worth it. and when she did, she did she did it hard and strong. never an easy one to pin down.
growing up, amelia was lucky to have the siblings she did. they didn’t always get along but that was the nature of siblings – loving them and shared annoyance at the same time. she wouldn’t let him know it but amelia looked up to edgar. he was strong in a variety of ways and she, without his knowledge of course, wanted to make him proud. she longed for the wherewithal to stand up for herself no matter who liked it or not. amelia wasn’t one to stand up for herself the way he did. whereas she saw others abuse “standing up for themselves,” amelia learned to keep her composure. she wanted to be seen as having her life together, even if it made her appear cold to those who didn’t know her. — which couldn’t have been further from the truth.
while at hogwarts, the sorting hat surprised her. she assumed she would be placed in ravenclaw. her smarts and curiosity – they were all things she knew she had at just eleven years old. however, amelia didn’t realize that the sorting hat saw other prevalent traits inside her. gryffindor traits to be exact. remaining curious, amelia didn’t ask the hat to place her in ravenclaw. she trusted its insight and was happy to discover parts of herself she didn’t know were there. at such a young age, amelia was more in tune with who she was than those in her year; she was more in tune than others in years ahead of her, to be honest. as she grew, the courage, loyalty and bravery became obvious to her. of course she would be placed in a house to teach her to look inside and find more of herself. it was this that propelled her forth.
as a child, amelia never suspected she would be the type to fall in love, get married or have children. for perhaps the only time, the universe had a twist for her. she found a boy – or rather, a boy found her – following a game of quidditch. she was a beater for her gryffindor house. she was sweaty and in full gear, making her tiny frame much bigger than she actually was. her helmet covered most of her face yet this boy approached her. she had no recollection of who he was or why he would come to her in the aftermath of a quidditch game but there was something endearing about it. amelia found herself wondering about him. eventually that wondering turned into feelings. those feelings turned into honest love. the love could have turned into a wedding but amelia would have her heart broken before that happened. she turned back to believing that her work was where she was meant, not as a wife and definitely not a mother. the wedding provided a beautiful life. one day she would find out what the universe had in store for her and what a surprise that would be.
even before the war began to explode, amelia knew she was meant to assist in keeping order in london. the wizarding world was far too important to her to have vile witches and wizards in the streets. she needed to know she was doing her part for the safety of the innocent. she needed to be a watchdog, a protector – and a member of the wizengamot her father took for granted prior to his death. although she had started in uriel’s footsteps and although she took the spot where he once sat, amelia took her vows to mean something much different. for her, it was not about power. for her, it was about caring for those she walked by on the streets whether she knew them by name or not. if that wasn’t growing into a combination of uriel and yael nothing was. even if it wasn’t intentional, amelia found herself taking some of the best characteristics of both parents — her mother’s love and grace and her father’s passionate iron fist.
amelia’s decision to join the order of the phoenix was not taken lightly – just as any decision she made. she weighed her options and took her entrance into the side of the war she saw just and fit. although there was no chance amelia would come to the side of the death eaters, she did look into what it would mean and where it would bring her. staying neutral appeared to be a solid choice but the problem with that was that it didn’t keep scum away from families, children – the world – at bay. the order. it appeared to be the best option. it was aligned with reasons she became part of the magical law enforcement department to begin with. so it was: amelia would join the dedicated group fighting for the good cause, the just cause. the good cause had always been amelia’s and there she found herself, proud of where she stood in life.
mother’s status: yael bones (nee goldstein) – (senior healer in the janus thickey ward, mother, deceased) - honest, warm, and gentle were just some of the words used in her obituary. (fc : fran drescher)
Dirk tried to visit his Dad as often as he could, never telling him that it was mostly out of concern. It was no secret that muggleborns and half bloods who worked for the Ministry and were a part of the Order put their families at risk. Choosing to stay in Glasgow for the best part of a week, as it always did it took him a moment to adjust back to the Wizarding world.
Staring out at Diagon Alley almost as if he were a child again, the street never ceased to amaze him. Clearly he had been staring too long because he became aware of another person stopping beside him. “Oh I’m sorry, am I in your way....sorry.”
"Not in my way at all," Amelia smiled. "No need to apologize. The street has always been pretty amazing, hasn't it?" She said as though attempting to read his mind. "After all these years it still makes me feel like a little girl when I stop and really look."
Amelia needed to be reminded of simpler times. She was all consumed with work and the war that she never gave time to herself. It was her own doing. She could have taken more time to herself but believed that if she didn't do it herself it wouldn't get done properly. She was a perfectionist. But even a perfectionist workaholic needed a moment once in a while.
"Do you mind if I just stand and watch with you? I could use some nostalgia."
