Days had passed since the party, the attack and interrogations and she couldn’t quite put her finger on what connected them all but there was a common enemy showing up at all three -- at least that would be the only thing that made sense. the interrogations seemed far too informal in her opinion and from what she’d heard all of them involved Dumbledore’s supposed drug ring. Though she didn’t understand why specific students attending a part had connections to anything Dumbledore was doing when everyone had been invited or why their family had been targeted in the attack.
--Amelia was lost deep in thought, tapping the feather of her quill against her nose, oblivious to how much time had passed while she’d sat in the corner of the library. By the time she’d grown tired of thinking, curfew had passed by for two hours. The halls were dimly lit and though she wasn’t one to sneak around, Amelia avoided using her wand. It was best to quickly find her way to the tower without alerting all of the paintings with a lumos charm as they were the best at rumors. She rounded a corner, thinking it perfectly safe to walk blindly due to the curfew and rounds being over, but found herself crashing into someone else.
Her hand shot up to cover their mouth in case they felt the need to scream and held a finger over her own, releasing only when she thought they got the hint. “What are you doing out of bed? It’s after curfew...”
