Snuggles by the fire

Outfit!

Chad was sitting by the fire, reading "A History of Magic",it wasn't his type of book, but he had to read up on it, for extra-credit. He wasn't doing to well in History of Magic at the moment, and need all the extra marks he could get, so he was going to get them. He had looked for the book, for 20 minutes before finding them, in case a girl walked in, he didn't want to seem like a nerd, but no such chance had came, so he had stopped stalling and sat down.

The fire was burning his face with a warm sensation, and he folded his legs to the side, to maintain warmth. He was sitting on a 3-man sofa, but whenever anyone wanted to sit down, he'd stretch out his legs, and say with a grin, "Sorry it's taken."

He hadn't seen Amelia in a while, but had heard what had happened, he wished he could get back into contact with her.

Amelia had either been feeling numb or angry since that day. She was certain she hadn’t smiled since. She began to wonder if she would feel anything but anger again. She didn’t even cry anymore, there was nothing left to cry. She just walking around going to classes and pretending she’ll get better. She barely ate anything anymore, every time she tried she imagined Edgar dying in front of her and she didn’t do a thing. Because of this she had easily lost twenty pounds. She knew this wasn’t healthy but it’s not like she was doing it on purpose.

She spent most of her time in the library now. The only person she had talked to was her little brother, Drew. Drew was struggling just as much as she was if not more so she tried to act strong for him but she was falling apart. She hoped her mother was faring well then they were. Every time Amelia felt like giving up she thought of her mum. She wouldn’t give up for the sake of her mum if nothing else mattered.

Typically she walked around the library without really talking to anyone. She was so sick of condolences and sad eyes. It just made her angrier. People just didn’t understand she didn’t want to talk and she wasn’t the same person anymore. No one understood her obsession on finding her siblings killer or killers.

She passed a couch then realized that Chad was there. They hadn’t talked since before that day. She couldn’t bring herself to talk to him. She didn’t want to hurt anyone but she seems to be hurting everyone these days.

Chad looked behind him as he saw a streak of blonde pass the corner of his eye. "Amelia", he whispered, comprehending the sudden sight of her. She was beautiful. "Amelia," he said, his voice getting stronger by the second, "Wait Amelia..." he said, he reached over the back of the chair, and reached her hand, and pulled her close, "Where have you been lately?" he said, looking into her eyes.

"You look beau-" was he allowed to say that still? He hadn't said it in a long time to her, "You look beautiful." He said matter-of-factly. The last time he'd seen her was in a DADA lesson, where they partnered up and duelled, boy was that nasty.

"Would you sit with me?" He said, his voice going slightly gentle, as he said this.

It was talking all of Amelia’s might not to pull away. She didn’t like being this close to anyone. What if they drew out her wand? She could trust no one. Anyone could be the killer. She knew the killer was female but who knows if she had a partner or not. She just wanted to be alone.

“I’ve been around,” she stated coldly. She didn’t need anyone in her business no matter who it was. She didn’t want anyone to know what she was up to. She didn’t need people knowing how much she had really lost it. It was only a matter of time before the whole school knew of her obsession of finding this killer, that in itself was a danger but she didn’t care it wasn’t going to stop her from finding the killer.

Amelia sat down without a word. She knew she was acting harshly but she had no other way of acting differently. Didn’t he know she wasn’t the same person? She wanted to bush Chad away not because she blamed him because she knew she would only hurt him. Her obsession would lead to her being suspicious of Chad just because of his sister. Maybe his sister was the killer for all she knew. She knew it wasn’t fair but she couldn’t bring herself to trust anyone who even knows a Death Eater, why should she after all that have happened? She knew for certain no ordinary student could do the damage that she saw.

He furrowed his eyebrow as she said, "I've been around," that was cold, but he understood. Her brother had been murdered, and he didn't think she'd ever forgive the killer, that's just how she was, but that was his opinion. She seemed down, maybe he could fix that?

"Here," he said, he reached into his bag, and pulled out a thin square of peppermint chocolate, he knew it was her favourite, as she'd told him, a while ago in the clock tower, Chad although he didn't seem it, was a good listener.

"Amelia..." he said trying to place the right words, "I'm very sorry for your loss," no too formal. "I'm here if you need to talk," he said putting his arm around her, he enjoyed her company. "Tell me, what your'e feeling, and release what's building up inside, don't bottle it up, it will just cause you to do something irrational

“Thank you,” Amelia said her voice still distant and cold. She couldn’t have changed her tone if she wanted to. She ate the chocolate despite the memories that flooded her when she did. She remembered that the mint chocolate taste was still in her mouth when she asked Edgar to meet her at the Shrieking Shack. Why hadn’t she choose somewhere in Hogwarts? Then maybe it would only be Claire dead and her unborn niece or nephew wouldn’t be fatherless.

She wanted to roll her eyes when Chad gave her his condolences. She was so sick of them. She huffed when he tells her to tell him what she is thinking. She knew if he really knew the truth he wouldn’t want to know her thoughts. He wouldn’t want to know what she was planning to do with the rest of her life. No one really wanted to know. She starred at his arm. The funny thing was she couldn’t feel it. She couldn’t feel a thing.

“Don’t say anything you’re going to regret later. Trust me you don’t want to know my thoughts, you’d tell a professor or something then my mum has to fight to keep me here again. She will only do it so many times before she will take me out and send me somewhere else” she stated firmly but still just as cold. She couldn’t speak any other way but cold. That was just how she was these days. “I’m not going to kill myself, that’s too easy. And I don’t need to talk when I’m doing fine not talking,” she said enfacing I every time. Everyone thinks they know the best way to help her, Only she knew that and she knew that as well so she stopped listening to what others think she should do. This was her life so she was going to do whatever she wanted to do.

"You're welcome," his voice growing ever more stubborn. Why couldn't she accept he'd be there for her, he would be. Chad would be there whenever and why ever she needed him, he was there for the people he loved? He thought even though, she could sometimes be a pain, she had gone through a lot, a lot more then he had ever experienced, and he was pride of her for that quality.

She had rolled her eyes at him, and he grinned. He sensed she could be a smart-aleck, and was also very stubborn, well he knew she was definitely the latter.

"I'm not," he said truthfully, letting his heart out, "I want to know what goes on in that little head of yours." He said, he pecked her on the forehead, and quietly whispered, "I can help you, let me!"

[OOC: Sorry there always so short]

“What goes on inside my head belongs to just me. It’s better that only I know what goes on in here,” Amelia said softly. She wondered what it would take to be left alone. It was nothing personal. She just wasn’t sure she could trust anyone anymore. Anyone could be lying to her.

She tried not to cringe from his touch. She wasn’t sure what her feelings are for him anymore. It really wasn’t his fault, it’s just she had changed. Something was wrong about how fast it was going. Either that or she was just really paranoid these days. To be honest she believed it was the latter but she didn’t want to fake anything. He deserved better then she was capable of doing anymore. Maybe in a few years it would be something different but it isn’t now.

"Amelia" he whispered, "I want to, I want to be there for you. I don't care if you yell at me, alp me. I don't care if it takes day for you to tell me what's in your heart, I'm here for you, I always will be, Amelia" he said, looking into her eyes, "please divulge" he whispered into her ears.

He held his two hands cupped under hers, and looked into her eyes, he thought he could see coldness, but this couldn't be true, how could someone so beautiful be troubled, well he realised, it was her brother, it had always been her brother. "I know I sound like a boring old therapist, but what was your relationship with your brother, were you close?"

Amelia just sat there ridged like a brick wall but when he whispered in her ear it sent a chill down her spine. She wanted to be able to be with him but she knows it would never work. Her mum would be fine with it, maybe stalk him for a while but she’d accept him. Drew would hex him if he ever hurt him. She had no idea about Jessica. She knew her father would not like it all. That was going to be fun, not.

“Duachaill amaideach, of course, we were close. He taught me how to fly, how to swim and saved my life a few times. Dysfunctional as my family is at the end of the day we love each other and need each other,” she said mixing Scottish Gaelic with English. She rarely did this but she felt like speaking Scottish Gaelic.

((Translation: Silly boy))