#ebones

Remus glanced over the large dining table that had been set up in the room adjacent to their meeting, overflowing with a sampling of a feast not unlike those that he had enjoyed time and time again at Hogwarts. The smell attracted the group, a few sitting at the table or helping themselves to a plate as conversation carried through the rooms. He had gone out in search of a drink, intending on bringing one back for James and Sirius, and had found a large crystal bowl filled with a glistening liquid that smelled sweet and pleasant.

Beside him stood a familiar face; a man who Remus remembers running in the same circle as Sirius during their time at school. Remus had remained on the peripheral of these hangouts, often coerced at the last moment by his grinning friends. Edgar Bones' charming personality and wit had always been contageous, and his good looks hadn't seemed to have faded in the few years that had passed since then. This is he how he remembered the man, although here he seemed much older.

Date: November 3, 1979 Location: Bones wedding reception, London

Amelia snatched a glass of champagne from a passing waiter before shrinking back against the wall again. The wedding had been lovely, as expected, but she’d been seated next to her mother and therefore forced to endure whispered comments about how it was high time Amelia got herself down the isle as well. As soon as the ceremony had ended and photographs had been taken, she’d begun the time honored tradition of avoiding her nosy family. 

She’d slipped up once by agreeing to dance with her father, who had then led her over to the table where her mother was sitting. For the next fifteen minutes she pretended to listen to her mother’s opinion on her hair, dress, posture and facial expression before excusing herself to go to the restroom. Now, she was tucked into a corner behind a door the servers were using to go back and forth with trays of food and drink. 

It was the perfect spot. 

No one could sneak up on her, the food passed her before continuing to the ballroom at large, and, best of all, she’d charmed the lamp to be dim and make it harder for her to be seen. Here no one would tell her that she was too skinny, too pale, her hair had looked better before she’d cut it short, even though it had been growing back out for several months and was nearly as long as it had been before the unfortunate incident that led to it being chopped off. There were not long lost family friends or acquaintances to make polite chit chat with or pretend to remember. This spot, right here, this was Amelia’s favorite spot in the ballroom. 

She wasn’t moving until it was an acceptable time for her to go the hell home. 

That plan worked for a while, but from her spot in the corner she caught sight of her brother -- the one who hadn’t just gotten married -- firmly in the clutches of what she could only assume were Lance’s new wife’s relatives. 

If you snuck into my room I would:

[  ] Go back to sleep                 [  ] Kick you out[  ] Cuddle with you                   [ X ] Be like “How in the world?”[ X ] Let you sleep on the floor    [  ] Become angry

If you kissed me (or hugged) I would:

[ X ] Kiss or hug you back                       [  ] Smile and laugh[ X ] Stiffen, and feel uncomfortable        [  ] Push you away[  ] Be shocked                                       [  ] Strike you

If you asked me to go out with you for a day I would say:

[  ] No          [ X ] Yes          [  ] Most certainly not.          [ ] Without hesitation.

You are:

[  ] Cute          [  ] Adorable          [ X ] Attractive          [  ] Beautiful[ X ] Okay         [  ] Ugly              [  ] Am not going to grace this with an answer

You are to me a:

[  ] Stranger          [ X ] Acquaintance     [ X ] Ally[  ] Friend              [  ] Love                        [  ] Rival [  ] Enemy

I find you to be: