Insane Or Grieving

"It's a plant, stop talking to it!" she said her voice raised but calm, she could get frustrated very easily, especially when people in her family did supernatural things, just being able to Astral Project freaked her out. "When Father comes to the wake, be nice, it's both of their faults we don't have two parents," she said making sure her blonde-haired sister understood, "Got it?"

“Merlin’s sake, I will talk to a plant if I want to. It’s supposed to help them grow. See it likes me because I talk to it all the time,” said Amelia calmly though she was pissed. She loved plants and plants aren’t that much different from humans. Sometimes she believed they were better than humans. They don’t fight, have wars, kill, and lie or abuse other plants.

“Like I was going to be rude to dad, I’m pissed he didn’t contact us at all but I don’t hate him and I wouldn’t do anything publicly. I have manners you know,” said Amelia narrowing her eyes. She felt a lot more than just a bit insulted. “You know what it’s not always anyone’s fault. Sometimes it’s fate. You can’t stop fate. Sometimes it gets twisted around and things end up going in a full circle,” she said flatly going back to coddling the plant.

She stood up and faced Amelia, and landed a slap across her face, then drew her wand, "I might be your sister, but don't think I won't curse you, because I will" she said her voice quickly going from calm to yelling to sobbing, "You don't have Chlorokinesis , you can't control plants!"

Was a unforgivable curse on a plant illegal? She'd have to find out, "Crucio" she whispered her wand now pointing at the plant, it writhed and squirmed as it was being tortured. She was now sobbing violently and dropped her wand on the cold floor. She sat down on the cold earth and looked at Amelia, "I'm sorry"

Amelia was shocked at first then she was filled with more anger then she had ever felt. There were a lot of things she didn’t stand for. She would not be treated like trash. She deserved respect and when she didn’t get it there was no going back.

“What the bloody hell is wrong with you?!” yelled Amelia her face red with anger. BANG! One of the glass windows shattered. She had lost it.

“Reparo!” casted Amelia at the glass window she had brock.

“Episkey,” casted Amelia at the plant not sure if it would help the plant or not, it was worth a shot. She picked up the pot and started to carry it away to a safer home. “You’ll be alright little guy. I’ll take care you once I ask the professor if he minds if I take care for a while,” cooed amelia.

“Tá mé go bhfuil aon rud fágtha le rá leat. Saoire dom féin, labhairt liom nuair nach bhfuil tú chomh foréigneach,” she called back to her sister in perfect Scottish Gaelic.


((OOC: Translation: I' have nothing left to say to you. Leave me alone, talk to me when you aren't so violent.))

(Do you mean you want me to stop RPing with you in general? Or like just in IC? Because i can stop being violent if you want?)

((I meant in IC. Sorry if that wasn't clear))

(Oh ok, I was so scared that I'd insulted you or something. Do you want her to chase after you or something?)

((If you want to))