Just Don't Go

Amelia was curled up into a ball snuggling with wool blanket her father had sent her. She loved the feeling of wool. She was also sipping hot coco that was constantly being brought up by house elves. The best thing about being Hufflepuff is being so close to the kitchen. She always thanked the house elves when they brought extra food or the freshest hot coco. Most of them didn’t look at her, just ran off but once in a while they will thank her for thanking them.

She knew she should be studying but she didn’t want to study. She was too cold to study. She wondered how cold it was in the other common rooms. She knew the Ravenclaw common room had to be freezing; it was cold before all this snow came. She wondered how her father was doing up the Highlands, hopefully not freezing to death. She had forgiven her dad quite a bit over break after he proved he had changed.

Alex pressed his hands, as he rubbed them, wearing his thick jacket, his jeans had become cold outside, as he tried to warm up, walking into Hogwarts, slowly taking his jacket off, and taking hot coco, walking slowly up the stairs. His body ached, after nine hours of hardcore exercise, non stop. Push ups, sit ups, Quidditch, running, and some solo training in the woods. And then his body had shut down, so he slowly walked towards the Hufflepuff Common room, rings under his eyes. Scratches on his face, and passed the door to the Hufflepuff Common Room. After his injury in the Quidditch pitch, he went straight back to exercise, he didn't like feeling useless.

Injuries where never fun, and when you couldn't get up, and do anything for yourself. Alex had gone a while without deducing anything, and even he hadn't had a seer vision during the whole time. In defense, he hadn't had a vision in months, which somehow nerved him, but relaxed him at the same time. He had spent time exercising during the break too. As he walked in, he saw Amelia. Like always, Alex and Amelia had a complicated relationship, Alex hadn't really payed her much attention before that day with in Knockturn Alley. Then, they had become good friends, a while ago he had kissed her, and then he went another while without talking to her. She was one of the ones that took care of him during his injury. He had also seen her the other day in detention.

Amelia heard a noise a twisted her head around to see who it was. It was Alex and she could tell he was exhausted. She remembered how nasty her head injury had been, she hoped he wasn’t feeling too bad from the injury. She wished they hadn’t kissed, it made things to difficult. “Hey Alex, sit next to me,” she said petting the space next to her. She missed how they used to talk to each other.

She played with her hair that she had down for once. She loved to play with her curls as much as she loved brushing it. Her mum adored Amelia’s hair so Amelia had learned to adore it. She always but it up though lately, she thought about wearing it down just to see what people would say.

((I changed the Macmillan past. Edgar and Claire/Jessica were never killed))