#hardasbones

Lady Bones,

Your office?  Why... are there issues in your office?  However could I possibly be responsible for there being changes to the temperature in your office?  What a strange question to ask.

Date: Thursday 8, 1979 Time: 8:03 p.m. Location: Amelia's place

Lily had nearly called it off. A mere four days after burying her parents, she didn't feel like meeting a friend, not even to speak of revenge and mourn the dead. It felt... disrespectful, somehow, as if she were going partying when she should be mourning, though she knew very well that neither Amelia nor her would feel like partying. It was only because she'd promised that she apparated over at 8 o'clock on Thursday night, carrying a bottle of firewhiskey in her hand. Well, because she had promised and because James needed a break from hovering over her. He looked nearly as drained as she felt, and she remembered how it had been when he lost his parents. She had supported him, of course she had, and she had done it gladly, but there had been moments when she was so mentally exhausted from being strong for him that she just wanted to curl up in a corner and cry, but she couldn't... She had to be strong for him. James needed an evening off.

So here she was, knocking on Amelia's door. This was a very different Lily Evans from the one known from the Order meetings, the vivacious young woman looked pale and frail, with deep shadows under her eyes, her hair unkempt, clothes a rumpled mess. She'd held herself together long enough to get the funeral over with, but then her reserves of strength had been exhausted.

Amelia, she knew, would understand, and so she hadn't even bothered to try and repair the façade of being okay. Her friend knew better anyway, and tonight was about not having to pretend.

[Lily’s letter is a crumpled mess, the ink blotchy from tears.]

Dear Amelia,

I don’t know how anyone could help nothing can make it better is going to bring them back to life. But I’ll take whatever help you can give me. I need your comfort friendship - and for you to help me hunt down the monsters who killed my parents. Amelia, I’m so angry I don’t know how to keep going I’m scared I want them to pay. We’re going to bring them down. I couldn’t protect my parents but I won’t let them rob any more people of their parents.

AB,

Stop responding to him. You're only making it more fun.

Oh, Goddess, I... I don't know why I keep picking these up. I'm gonna blindfold myself or something to stop myself from reading them, that might work. But I think the owl might peck me until I pick it up. 

Um.

I...

Jesus. 

Both at once.

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Amelia. God fucking dammit. Another one on the wrong side, another one who for some stupid goddamn reason I seem to want to look after.

It's ridiculous. And obviously I'm not going to. I'd kill her in a second.

If I was ordered to.

(in a voice deep and careless, tinged with drunken abandon):

"Imaaaaginaary looverrs... neverr turn you dooown. When all the others turn you away, they're around! ---"

"--- it's my priivate pleasure... midnight fantasy... someone to share my wildest dreams with mee... -- imaginaaary loversss! You're miiinee!... Anytiiime!"

Joshua Yaxley was completely over the Amelia Bones phase of his life. He didn't think about her anymore. Like, ever. That had been a one time fling, and well, there had been minor complications that went along with the relationship (if you would even call it that). Overall, it just hadn't worked out. And yeah.

"Ooooo yeaaaah-yeah~~"

Joshua was so over Amelia.

"When oordinary lovers, don't feeeeel what you feeeeel... and real life situations looose their thrill.... imagination's unreal!! Imaginary loverrr!!"