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There was a brief moment in which Amelia debated taking offense at Ginevra’s laughter at her stressed situation, but before Amelia’s redhead temper could flare up her housemate continued, saying aloud that which Amelia had intentionally avoided mentioning. It was a curious thing, that Ginevra could read her so well as to anticipate what Amelia might be concerned over, but then again, the Hogwarts Tournament was not exactly a secret. Amelia had known when she put her name in the goblet at the beginning of the year that the action might mean the dissolution of her anonymity, but the allure of proving something to herself and her parents was too strong.
For all her life, Amelia had made only the “right” decisions. She did what her parents told her to, did the responsible thing instead of the easy thing, took the path that would lead to success instead of the fork which led to fun. But the little scrap of paper with her name on it? That had been her decision. She hadn’t even told her parents about submitting her name, not wanting them to be disappointed if she wasn’t chosen or putting up a fight if they thought it was not a ladylike endeavor.
When her name had not originally been chosen, Amelia had thought she made the right decision by not telling her parents, but now that the circumstances had changed, she was faced with a new challenge: telling them. It was too late now to back out of the tournament, and she could hardly avoid telling her parents at all. If she didn’t send them an owl with the news soon, they were bound to hear about it through the grapevine that entwined its way through the upper crust. Amelia could only imagine the howler she would receive from her mother if Antoinette had to hear about Amelia’s championship from someone other than the primary source.
Ginevra’s explanation of why she had behaved the way she had around Christabelle seemed reasonable enough. Amelia too had not been altogether thrilled with Christabelle’s gloating over her position, especially to the point of throwing herself a party as well. She had not been quite as vocal about her distaste for Christabelle’s actions, but her feelings had not been that far off from Ginevras. Amelia merely nodded in response to this, listening as Ginevra continued, playing with her hair as she did.
Amelia blushed at her housemates flattering statements, though Ginevra was rather reserved with her congratulatory remarks. Amelia actually preferred it this way because she didn’t want to build anyone’s hopes up too high only to let them down. Amelia had exceedingly high expectations of herself, not to mention those placed on her by her parents, the headmaster, and her professors. Quite honestly, she didn’t know how she would respond to the pressure of her entire house weighing on her shoulders as well.
It’s only a matter of time before they find out… Amelia’s more logical side reminded her, causing an involuntary twisting in her stomach.
“Terrified is probably putting it lightly,” Amelia agreed, though Ginevra probably wasn’t referring to Amelia’s fear about her housemates or the loss of anonymity. To Amelia, these were more terrifying than anything the school could possibly throw at her in a tournament. True, the challenges would be difficult, but Amelia trusted herself with a wand far more than she trusted herself with other people.
“I didn’t know you were the champion last time,” Amelia admitted, not trying to be offensive, but rather stating a fact. Amelia had never been one for social events, and thus the last time the tournament had taken place Amelia had strayed away to the library. She had heard that Ravenclaw had won the tournament – it was hard to ignore the celebration in the common room – but had never really taken the time to find out to whom she owed the glory of her house.
“Any helpful hints?” Amelia asked with a slightly nervous laughter, finger combing her hair back from her face in one of her countless nervous ticks.