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“Yeah, you are.” He should perhaps be angry with her, but in all honesty he was relieved to not have to lie to her any longer. “I wanted to tell you.. I don’t know why I didn’t? I guess, I wasn’t ready – talking about it is just hard and I wanted to avoid it as much as I could.” And he was worried if his friends would abandon him. “So, you’re okay with it? I get if you want to keep a distance.” he told her hesitantly. “Well, a camping trip gone wrong last summer, you don’t want the gory details.”

“I understand,” Amelia replied, putting on the best reassuring smile she could manage. “I’ll be honest, I... don’t really know what to think?” she began. She wasn’t sure what Blaise would think of her honesty, but it was one thing she always did with him — being truly honest. It would be unfair to both of them if she wasn’t. “Don’t get me wrong, I’m not going anywhere. I know you’re still you, you’re still one of my closest friends and you’re... condition shouldn’t - won’t change that. It’s not like lycanthropy changes personality.” She shrugged. “But...” she paused, chewing on her lip for a moment as she tried to carefully pick her next words. “Your life is different now. You are different in some way and neither of us should ignore that. I’m sure you are already being careful and that Dumbledore is helping.” The headmaster knowing that he was a werewolf was an easy assumption. A more genuine smile came on her face. “Sorry if that’s not the answer you were looking for. I’m still processing, and I know there isn’t much I can do to help, but I’m here if you ever need to talk.”

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“Don’t make me beg you, it’s part of my duty to make sure everybody’s in high spirits.” The redhead smirked as she pushed the champagne glass into the other’s hand. “Drink up, we’re celebrating.”

Amelia took the glass that Lily shoved into her hand, not that she had much choice or else risk the glass dropping or slipping on her dress. “The many duties of a maid of honour, I suppose,” she smiled. “Though I don’t understand why everyone insists of getting drunk at weddings, don’t you want to remember the event?”

“oh that’s no fun,” rita pouted slightly, making their way through the corridors. she wondered what it was like to be so well liked - amelia seemed to have a plethora of friends. then again, amelia really gave no reason for anybody to hate her. “wars rubbish,” she shook her head in agreement, shrugging. “then again, things would be awful boring.” maybe it wasn’t the best argument, but rita wasn’t one to sugar coat. 

Amelia huffed out a small laugh at her last comment. “That’s definitely one way to look at it,” she said. It wasn’t a view point she ever thought of — all she ever heard from her parents were the horrors behind the war, it was nice to try to focus on something else than that, even if it was temporary. “Are... is your family safe, from it all?” she asked, curious to see if Rita would open up about something like that. The two of them often talked, but they never really got into these types of conversations.

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Amelia smiled at Lily’s excitement to coffee. It was just another thing they had in common, though Lily knew a fair amount more than her when it came to coffee blends. She tapped her chin as she searched the cabinet before pulling out two bags. “Cuban and guatemala it is,” she said, holding them out to her. “Don’t tell anyone I am giving this to you. It would ruin my reputation.” It was a bit out of character for her to do so, but it was clear Lily needed some cheering up, and if made Lily happy, she was glad to make an exception to her own rules.

“Wow, I love you.” Lily said in all honesty, eager hands reaching for the bags of coffee. In that moment, with Amelia, she let herself forget about her personal drama, allowing her excitement to overweigh the troublesome thoughts that usually had her attention these past days. “My lips are sealed.” Lily gestured locking her lips and throwing away the key, grinning a little as she did. She’d never sell out a friend, especially someone who did her a favor.

He didn’t know what he had expected her to say, but it certainly wan’t this. He looked around as though worried someone would hear them even though he knew the shop was empty apart from them. “.. Right.” He almost considered denying what she said but he didn’t see the point in it. He was what he was and Amelia was observant – he knew it was only a matter of time before she found out. “How.. how did you find out?” 

“You know me, I’m good at finding things,” she replied, her reply vague and lame she knew, but it was the simple truth. “I’ve... I’ve known you for too long to not noticed the signs. I wasn’t really that sure before but now...” She had her doubts about her conclusion, but his reaction was all she needed to know for sure. “I’m, I’m so sorry,” she added, knowing that the words were empty, but what else did you say to someone who was forced to become a werewolf? “I’m so sorry for pushing you, I should have waited for you tell me.” She also wished that he had trusted her enough to tell her, but she wasn’t going to breach that topic. “How did it happen?” she asked, not sure if he would tell her, but she couldn’t help asking. It was easier for her to ask focus on the facts of the situation than to think about how her childhood friend had been suffering this whole time.

“Do you smell something burning?” ( @unbrckenbones​ )

His brows raised as the other said it was not necessary to stalk him anymore. Perhaps she had decided to let him have the space he had been asking her for. He didn’t understand why she decided to close the shop to apologize but he didn’t question it, merely shrugged his shoulders. “It’s fine, I know I have been distant. You just have to trust that I have a good reason for it.” he said before his brows furrowed in confusion. “What do you know?” he asked her, not sure what she meant. 

“That you are a werewolf,” Amelia answered, holding his gaze as she finally said it out loud. She had known for a while, but saying the words made it finally feel real. She still wasn’t sure how to feel about it, wasn’t sure how he would react to her finding out, but she prepared herself for the temper that normally surfaced from him.

“That is an excellent way to find out.” he argued with her. “You’re not? That’s shocking? Has my sister decided to finally be… normal?” He feigned shock, clutching at his chest. “Bless whoever that friend is.” he scoffed. “So many years and I’m finally making a difference. Here, have some.” he said and handed her the bottle.

Amelia rolled her eyes at him. “I’ve always been the normal one,” she replied, implying that he was the one who was not normal. He pushed the bottle at her too quick for her to react so all she could do was take it. “From the bottle?” she asked. “Oh no, no thank you. I don’t want to become that much like you.” She tried to hand it back to him.

“Well, maybe not harmless to everyone. But they like me.” Elias said with a bit of a shrug, “That’s more than I can say about you and Ed sometimes.” He teased, leaning against the door frame. “That’s true, Ed’s terrible. Worse than both of us.”

“Everyone likes you,” Amelia corrected with a smile. It was true, Elias was so gentle, awkward, funny, it was hard not to like him. At least that’s how she saw it, and if anyone told her otherwise, she would tell them off. She laughed at his teasing. “It it makes you feel any better, I like you far more than Ed. Especially your dancing.” She knew he was being modest, Elias was actually a very good dancer.

“Not out of your league.” she said plainly. “And about experience, maybe it’s time you find a way to get more experience?” she winked at her. 

Amelia shrugged, starting to look through some of the other clothes Claire brought to try to act casual around their discussion. “Trying to get more experience means that I at least have some. I don’t,” she told her. It was easy to be open to Claire about these things. “How are you suppose to tell someone likes you? Or when you are suppose to kiss them or not kiss them? Also, how do you even kiss someone? And why? Touching each other lips just seems weird and wet.” She didn’t realize she was babbling now.

“Maybe not, what are you going to do about it?” he smirked. “You should try to lighten up a little, Bones. Take a leaf out of your brother’s book.” he said gesturing to Edgar who was snogging a girl not too far away. 

“Normally, my go-to would be detention, but I don’t think that would work on you,” Amelia chuckled. She glanced over to where Stefan gestured, making a face. “No thank you,” she quickly said, clearly disapproving her twin’s actions. “I have enough light in my life, more than my brother. Trust me.”

Lily offered a small smile at her words, appreciating that Amelia didn’t hold her attitude against her. She was fighting with enough people already, so knowing that her lifelong friend wasn’t going to join that list felt relieving. As they approached the prefect lounge Lily stepped in, watching Amelia as she made her way towards the cabinet. “It doesn’t matter. But if you have cuban there then I’ll love you forever. Or colombian coffee. And guatemala was also to die for the ast time I tried it.” She lets herself get lost in her own paradise before switching back to reality, chuckling. “I mean, any will be great.”

Amelia smiled at Lily’s excitement to coffee. It was just another thing they had in common, though Lily knew a fair amount more than her when it came to coffee blends. She tapped her chin as she searched the cabinet before pulling out two bags. “Cuban and guatemala it is,” she said, holding them out to her. “Don’t tell anyone I am giving this to you. It would ruin my reputation.” It was a bit out of character for her to do so, but it was clear Lily needed some cheering up, and if made Lily happy, she was glad to make an exception to her own rules.

“Captain America,” Remus smiled, showing her the cover. As she mentioned werewolves, he stilled. “Oh, right,” He muttered, thankfully, he’d gotten used to covering it up when they studied it in class. “Interesting creatures.”

“Never heard of him, though he sounds heroic.” It was a fitting name for an American superhero. Amelia began openning up one of her textbooks. “I suppose so. There really is only so much you can learn from a book, but that’s the only source I have so it will do.”

“I can only imagine,” Juliet grinned, before it faded a little as the other mentioned the phrase boys. “You definitely should. They won’t be able to resist.”

Amelia shook her head. “No. I’m not going to go chasing someone. If and when it happens, it happens,” she told her with a shrug. “And they will just have to accept my dance moves for what they are.” She chuckled. “But I’m sure people would be unable to resist you.”