What now?

Lance felt embarrassed that he had heard her wrong. Blushing because of his mistake and slightly chuckling with her. At least he knew now, and would not make that mistake once more. When she had asked him about, where he lived it wasn't that hard.

" I live in London with my parents. Not much to talk about, we've been here for a long time since they were in Hogwarts "

They had reached the three broomsticks, and he opened the door for her. Like a gentlemen would and waited for her to enter the building first before he followed in behind her. Looking around for a empty seats for the both of them. Wondering if she would find some before him.

Amelia looked around the three broomsticks first off looking for anyone she knew then for spots to set. She saw an open area but Edgar was near it. So she had to come up with a new place. She saw a small booth off by itself. She noticed it looked to be one of the older booths, hence why no one was in it. She didn’t care though, she wondered what story it would tell if it could talk.

“Lance over there,” Amelia said pointing out the booth. She walked a bit towards it tugging on Lance’s sleeve. She wanted to get settled into a booth before Edgar spotted them. He’d scare off Lance for sure.

Lance was looking around for a booth, when Amelia had tugged on his sleeve. He saw the open booth and held her hand with his own. Walking past the crowd of students in the way and finally reaching the booth. Where they would sit down and wait for the waiter to come over.

He looked around and saw that a few of his dorm mates were around. Of course having fun with there girlfriends and friends......turning to look at Amelia. He wondered if he should be bolder with her but he wanted to take things slow. Not even wanting to screw up his chances.....he really liked her.

" So tell me, have you had other boyfriends? "

He asked in a semi-serious tone, wanting to hear her response. His eyes focused on her now but he was just curious about it.

Amelia tried not to show much reaction when Lance asked about former boyfriends. She panicked at first but then calmed down after telling herself that Lance really cared about her and that it wouldn’t matter. So she’ll come out with the truth.


“I had one boyfriend. He was a huge mistake and I wish I had never met him,” said Amelia. She still hated Chad’s guts. He had used her to get to her older sister, Jessica. It still hurt a bit but more because she felt cheated of having that ‘first true love’ experience.

“Have you had any girlfriends?” she asked.

Lance didn't mind that she had other boyfriends, she was experienced at least. But he on the other hand wasn't, he was a little mad that her former boyfriend was that bad. He wanted to make sure that he had made it up to her, placing a hand over hers on the table. Caressing it because he cared for her.

" Don't worry, I understand "

When she said if he had any girlfriends. His eyes looked to the side as he tried to think of what to say. Really he should just be honest with her because he knew that she would be there for him.

" I never had one. I think that I wasn't that good of a catch...... "

He said doubting himself because he wondered if Amelia really liked him.

Amelia smiled at Lance turning his hand over so she could draw circles on his hand like she did in the Astronomy Tower. It was a comfort thing she had always done with people she cared about. She did it mostly with her dad and Drew. She didn’t really know why.


“Quit talking like that Lance. Most of the girls in Hogwarts are rather superficial and think arrogant jerks like my older brother are the good catches. I know better,” she said lowering her voice at the end.

Amelia ran her other hand on the booth seat. It was clearly old and worn. She knew that it had been here at least the second wizard war if not longer. She noticed something carved into it. She looked down at it squinting a bit. She could make out to initials S.B. and E.M. then 1997. She knew who S.B. and E.M. were instantly. She gasped unsure if she should be curious or not. She knew her parents had been kids once too, she really did understand that. Was that why she was drawn to it? Well as they say daughter like mother.

Lance instantly smiled at her for being so sweet. He relaxed himself now and wondered what to do now. He really hadn't been on many dates but he knew that he had to be himself. Thinking of what to say, until she had told him that he was better.

" Thank you Amelia, I will not act like that again "

Lance wondered what she was doing, until she gasped. He wondered what was wrong, looking around the three broomsticks for someone that could cause her harm. But he didn't see anyone and decided to ask her, if something was bothering her. He wanted to be there to protect her.

" Amelia, whats wrong......is someone trying to harm you? "

“Lance nothing is wrong. And even if someone was I can handle myself. I’ve done it a few times,” said Amelia. She didn’t quite understand why Lance acted like that. He supposed it was a bit like what her dad did.
She wondered how she could explain the carving. Just as an experiment she reached down into her show and found her dad’s pocketknife he gave her. She didn’t press the knife down at all but she could tell that it was the knife by the indention and the curve of it was consistent to how she knew the knife was when carving with it.
She wondered what she was even doing. She wasn’t sure what to really say. She did care so much about Lance but the words weren’t coming. She felt so stupid not knowing what to say.

" Sorry, I was trying to make sure "

Lance looked at her with a simple smile on his face, inching closer to her. The Bar maid had finally reached them, and he ordered two butter-beers for the both of them. While he got closer to her, he noticed that she had a knife in her hand. ( If I can see it? )

" Is that a family heirloom? It looks interesting "

He wondered what she would do with the item, pull it on him or was it a good luck charm. He knew that he couldn't baby her at all, so he would need to let her do her own things.

Amelia smiled at Lance. She reminded herself he wasn’t doing it to patronize her like her older siblings do. He just really cared about her. But she didn’t even see anyone in the building that could be hurting her and if she had a cursed item you would have known much earlier.

“It’s alright Lance,” she said softly. She thanked the Bar maid when she dropped off the butterbeers. It seemed like the polite thing to do. She nearly laughed at herself, she is turning into her mother.

“Not really. It was only my father’s pocket knife. He bought it when he was sixteen or seventeen even though my mother didn’t like weapons other than her wand and at times her fists. She did get a muggle gun eventually but it wasn’t until Drew was born, sometime after my Uncle Neville’s house was broken into. Luckily he was home so the intruder ran off in a hurry soon as they saw him,” she said rambling a bit. She could see Lance was a bit tense. What did he think she was going to do? Draw the knife on him.

“Lance I’m not going to draw a knife on you. I’m not even sure I’d ever use it. It’s just something my dad gave me,” said Amelia. She supposed if she was scared enough and without her wand she would use it. But she wouldn’t be able to use it unless she was so scared she wasn’t thinking clearly.