#amelia1

Lark hadn’t seen Amelia since before the fog, and now that he had recovered some he figured now was as good a time as any to pay her a visit. Since it had been so long he thought it would be nice to do something special. So he gathered his supplies, complete with a new spice blend and the day’s catch of a couple small salmon, and headed out. Lark still wasn’t great at fishing, but he was improving and wanted someone to share that with. His first thought was Luke,—who’d taught him everything he knew about fishing—but, given that he still had no clue where he’d run of to, he figured he’d show off his winnings to someone who might appreciate it more.

He approached Amelia’s tree and dropped his supplies by the spot where he last built a small fire to cook for her. Looking up at the treehouse, it seemed fairly quiet, but that wasn’t necessarily an indicator of Amelia’s absence. “Amelia!” He called up, “you there? I come bearing food!” Without waiting for a response, he began to set everything up and get a fire started. If she wasn’t home, she would be eventually. Either way, it would take some time to prepare the meal and it was best to start sooner rather than later.

“Byeeee, byeee Miss American Pie...” Jennifer’s loud and obnoxious singing voice carried throughout the hallways, reaching the ears of a Prefect. Rounding a corner, Jen came to face to face with the exact one. “Care for a duet?”

Beth’s palms were sweaty as she sat there at the waiting room of the busy agency. She didn’t know if this all was Amelia’s or if the blonde worked for someone even bigger than her, but it didn’t matter to her at the moment. Amelia seemed to be the most famous person in Beth’s life right now, and even if everything else didn’t work out, at least she had tried, right? Looking at her feet, she was trying to convince herself that she was dressed nicely with her cute brown skirt and cream cardigan over a silk white shirt, but everyone else there looked like they were all Hollywood stars already.

Finally, her name was called and she took in a deep breath before stepping into Amelia’s office as she tried not to freak out over the fact that this was it... this was her future and she was going after it. “Hi, Amelia. I don’t know if you remember me? We met at Rory’s Christmas party... I’m Elizabeth---” She shook her head as she offered her hand. She honestly hated being called by her full name. “Beth. Beth Kress... Andy’s sister... I’m nervous and I’m babbling, sorry...”

Rissa had just arrived on Amelia’s office and they had given their name to the blonde’s when their phone buzzed and they got distracted for a minute. Clara was asking something about changing their lunch venue because the producers hadn’t been able to get a clearing to film there, which was annoying because Larissa loved eating there, but oh well... what can you do, right? Her fingers moved quickly on the screen as they leaned against the nearest wall, not bothering to sit down because they had driven to LA and were honestly tired of sitting down. As soon as they were allowed in, Ris blew a kiss to Amy’s assistant and stepped into the blonde’s office.

“Hey, gorgeous! How is that every time I see you, you look even more amazing?” They chuckled, giving Amy a hug and kissing her cheek. “Did you do anything different with your hair? It looks amazing. Mom sends you kisses, by the way.”

Kicking off his day with a headache was definitely not how Jaehyun saw himself doing, yet, here he was, looking around an unfinished floor and wanting to kill his partner for hiring this contractor who, not only charged them more for some details here and there, but also, was extending their working schedule by two weeks because he wasn’t going to be able to meet the deadlines. First, he gave the wildfires as an excuse which, of course Jaehyun bought it. Now, there was something going on with the glasses supplier for their offices. Next week would probably be the holidays. And not only this had been a headache for him, but he as certain that the same had been happening to the offices either below and above theirs.

Where: The Ministry of Magic | Department of Magical Law Enforcement When: Day After the Cheswell Attack, March 24th

It was a tragedy. Every newspaper described the attack as such, details of its brutality coloring each inked page. Though Bellatrix didn’t quite need a copy of the Prophet to understand what had happened. The sound of muggles and wizards screaming still echoed in her ears. It was always the same thing- why are you doing this? Please stop! Let me live... until a horrible silence, borne of realization finally descended. A green flash would follow, dark eyes meeting their victim as they watched life slip away. Dead and gone. Bellatrix had little patience for useless things, but in this case, the pain and murder served their cause. The Death Eater’s task was completed the moment the final body hit the floor. The Wizarding World would get the message.

The Department of Magical Law Enforcement was in disarray as Bellatrix entered, files and paperwork whipping past. No doubt the blame would fall on their lack of action. Where were the heroic aurors when the Death Eater’s attacked? Could the Ministry be trusted to keep the people safe? Doubt, like fear, would root itself in the mind of the masses until it controlled their actions. Drove them to desperation- to picking sides. 

Bellatrix rounded the corner, her gaze falling on the biggest failure of them all, Amelia Bones. She was almost certain that Minister Bagnold would be breathing down her neck because of this disaster. Good. “My my, Bones, I’m sure you’ve had quite a morning.” Bellatrix smirked, insouciance only furthered as she fixed her Wizengamot pin. “What was the death count again, fifteen? Twenty?”