Amelia sat staring at the fire in the Hufflepuff common room. She had given up on studying. She took a deep breath. The last week had been so stressful. She looked at the hole she made in the wall when she punched it a few days ago, she couldn’t keep a straight face looking at it now but when she did it, it so wasn’t worth a broken hand. That had been a hard one to explain to the healers at the hospital wing. She couldn’t believe no one had fixed it yet. “Repro” she casted. She couldn’t believe how angry she had been when she left Lance. She suppose it was because she ran away to be with Lance then her mother was killed. Part of her told her if she hadn’t ran off her mother never would have been killed because she never would have gone looking for her. It broke Amelia’s heart every time she thought about thinking about the fact she could have saved her mother’s and her unborn sibling’s life. She also knew if she had been there was a chance that she would have been killed along with her mother. She had accepted that her mother wasn’t coming back and there was nothing she could do to bring her back but she can’t help not to wonder. She cursed at herself out loud for even thinking like that to bring up the healing wound.
She opened up her bag. She had made the choice not to go home for Christmas so her father, brothers and sisters sent their gifts. She should wait until Christmas but she decided she need something to cheer her up. She started with Claire’s and Jessica’s, a wand holster from Jessica, a drawing notebook from Claire and inside the notebook was a coloured drawing of mom. Amelia ran a hand over the drawing, it was so lifelike. She swore she could fell her mother in the drawing. From Edgar was glass potion bottle she opened the bottle just to confirm that inside was firewhisky. Drew gave her a charm to put on her gold charm bracelet. She forced herself to open her father’s gift in fear it was going to make her cry. It was a huge box that had several small gifts in it. There was a heart locket with pictures of the family in it, engraved with the words ‘don’t ever give up faith’ words her mother always used to say, a pair of slippers and a wand box. Inside of the wand box was her mother’s wand. Just holding the wand was enough to make her cry, the locket was bad enough but something that was so important to her mother let alone her mother’s first and only wand. She was doing so well with everything. She hated Lance for making her emotional since she certainly couldn’t hate her family for sending such depressing gifts, she knew they were just trying to make it through all of this too.