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Amelia was starting to grow bored. She had visited every attraction the ball had to offer - she listened as Celestina Warbeck crooned for the better part of an hour, danced with the sons of her parents friend’s and had her toes savagely assaulted by their shoddy dancing in the process, and she’d snuck into the auction, even bidding on the first edition of Beedle and the Bard (she lost). She had even found her parents, who seemed to be having the time of their lives as they tittered on about ministry gossip with their friends. 

Finally - she caught sight of a familiar mop of curly hair and quickly picked up her long skirts and made her way over. Amelia began an excited tirade once she reached her brother.  “Eddie! I was looking all over for you. Where did you disappear off to? Honestly, I turned around for a second and then it was as if apprated to Scotland - wait.” She paused, reaching out for the pale blue tie that encircled her brother’s neck and adjusting it. “There - your tie was crooked.”