Amelia Bones

“I’ll never understand what the perk of taking a Ministry job is if we can’t borrow time turners from the department of mysteries. I mean, I suppose it is possible for some people but it’s so much paperwork. They don’t make it easy and they keep everyone too busy. I don’t mind a talk and eat at all though. Where are you going for lunch?”

“I don’t see the appeal of time-turners if I’m honest. Sometimes the day feels long enough without then adding on an extra few hours.” Amelia could almost shudder at the thought. “I was just heading to a cafe down the street. They do awesome bagels there.”

“Oh c’mon you surely don’t mean that I mean look at this face,” he shot her a bright smirk, one that had done good work for him for years, he was handsome and he knew it– no shame. He kept in time with her, slowing his pace a little. “It is quite specific, for a very specific reason. Now you see the reason I’m asking you, is because last time I asked a very specific question like this I was put in front of several higher-ups and they were all very interfering about my business. Surely you understand.” He matched her eyebrow with one of his own. “Then how about a friend date, I’m never one to pressure a girl into anything. But illegality smegality, we Pyrites have never cared for that, I’m more wondering about possible fines or years in Azkaban. To be sure it’s not me, just for your peace of mind.” He slipped his hands into his pocket. “So where shall our lunch commence?”

“I’m looking at it and I’m still sure I can manage without it.” This time she couldn’t stop herself from rolling her eyes at him. The ministry was full of guys like him, pretty boys that think they can get anything with a smile. Her department was overrun with them. But, because of that, she’s practically immune to it. “You should expect your business to be interfered in if you need to question if what you’re doing is illegal or not. Or, maybe you could just look into it yourself instead of just asking and expecting an answer that you’d like.” She said with a disapproving tone. “Participating in dragon racing won’t get you time in Azkaban or a fine. You’d lost likely get a slap on the wrist and a warning. But, if you run an illegal dragon race then you’ll be looking at some time behind bars.” She told him in the hopes if he got what he wanted she’d be left alone. “Can’t you-no wait sorry your friend, find something less illegal to do to pass the time?”

Maybe walking around in Diagon Alley the day before a match was a bad idea, and maybe he should’ve learned that by now, but he’d been in need of some new robes and figured he might as well go see the other shops while he was there. It had without a doubt been a mistake and had left him moody, which led him to accidentally accusing innocent people of something they hadn’t done. Upon hearing the strangers reply, he turned around on his stool and quickly realised his mistake. The corner of his mouth twitched upwards by her comment. “Quidditch.  It’s -.. it’s been a long day. Think I’ve got some politeness to spare. My bad.”

“Oh, well I don’t follow Quidditch that much...not since my days at Hogwarts actually. So you’re safe from being badgered for freebies from me.” Amelia chuckled before turning to the bar and ordering herself a drink. She couldn’t imagine how annoying it must be to get bothered everywhere you go, so she felt a little bad for her attitude towards the man. "You do know there are ways of disgusting yourself, though? So you won’t be bothered? Maybe you should consider that.”

“I mean I could wait, but then you wouldn’t get to see my face, and I wouldn’t be able to offer an ethereal hard-working woman like yourself lunch,” his smile was wide and he couldn’t help but fall into step with Amelia. He himself had been in the Ministry, some errand from Gringotts to drop some artifacts in the Department of Mysteries and spotted the blonde. “I was going to ask if you wanted a lunch date, and also pick your brain about exactly how illegal dragon racing is. Just asking for a friend.” he raised his hands, it was true, his youngest sister was debating a trip to China and wanted information on what exactly the rules were about dragon racing, generally speaking before she got sent to Azkaban or kept in an international jail cell. He loved that kid.

“I can manage just fine without seeing your face and I’m pretty sure I can also manage lunch on my own,” Amelia sighed without stopping and she had to resist the urge to roll her eyes as he fell into step beside her. She should have left for lunch earlier. “That is a rather specific subject to just be asking for a friend. And, in my experience, it’s never just for a friend so maybe you shouldn’t be asking someone within the law department. Perhaps the department for the regulation and control of magical creatures could help you more than I can.” She said, finally turning her head to glance at him with an eyebrow raised. “But it is illegal if the proper regulations aren’t followed. And I don’t want a lunch date thank you.”

“I mean it could wait until later I suppose, I wanted to ask about some by-laws for muggle and wizarding marriages and such. But honestly it could wait, or I could look it up myself,” Charity smiled, softly, not too big because she’d been told she was overly-cheerful at times and it got on people’s nerves. “I was actually headed to my lunch too, just saw you and it came to mind. Sorry for the disturbance and all.” she rambled, it wasn’t a fond characteristic people had of her, but so be it. “I suppose I could ask how your day is going but judging by your fixation upon food I could just offer to buy, you look like you need it honestly.”

“No, no, it’s totally okay. It’s only on the luckiest of days that I can sneak out of the Ministry for lunch without running into someone. And alas today was not going to be that day.” Amelia chuckled. She was used to getting stopped and asked to file out some paperwork or sit in on a meeting or countless other things and interrupting her lunch. So she honestly didn’t mind. “My day has made me crave bagels which I don’t really know what that says about it but I plan on filling that craving. So how about you join me and you can ask all your questions while we eat?”

   peter had the day off from work, yet he found himself in the ministry following up on a lead with his team. although the war was somewhat simmering down, he had done whatever was necessary to shift his focus elsewhere. he needed to feel useful. as he was walking out he spotted a familiar blonde and quickened his pace to tap her on the shoulder. he let out a chuckle before answering her, “i was thinking we could have lunch together. but if you’re too busy for me, i guess i’ll just wallow in self-pity and eat alone.” he feigned a pout before flashing his signature grin and extending his arm for her to hold. “let’s go bones, before your break runs out.”

“Well I am pretty busy, but I suppose I could make some time for you. You’re lucky that I’m too nice to let you wallow. And that your little pout is too damn cute to say no too.” Amelia teased as she took his arm, leaning against him slightly as they walked. “I didn’t know you would be here today or I would have come and found you.” She told him as they walked. 

(ELIZA TAYLOR, 25, SHE/HER), have you seen (AMELIA BONES ?) SHE are working as a WIZENGOT ADMINISTRATIVE who, rumour has it, are also NEUTRAL but don’t tell anyone. Some people say they can be THOUGHTFUL and DRIVEN, but they can also be SKITTISH and RESERVED so watch out!