Amelia Phelps was an anomaly-a rare Muggle-born in Slytherin, never expected her sixth year at Hogwarts to spiral into chaos. A chance encounter with a mysterious woman in a dark alley unlocked secrets she wasn't ready to face, and falling for Cedri...
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Amino dated.
The mysterious letter she had received the previous night was still fresh in her thoughts, but despite her best efforts, she had yet to uncover its meaning. Amelia had tried all sorts of spells to uncover its secrets, but nothing had worked. There was no clear sense to it. No direction. No explanation. It was a puzzle that she simply could not solve on her own. And so, Amelia did what she always did when she found herself in a bind: she sought out the smartest person she knew.
"Have a look at this," she said, handing him the letter, her brow furrowed with frustration. She watched as Philip took the piece of parchment from her, his sharp, calculating eyes scanning the text with the intensity of a professional chess player studying an opponent's next move. His fingers hovered over the letter for a moment, and with a flick of his wand, he muttered a soft incantation.
"Revelio," he said, his voice steady.
"I tried that already," she admitted, slumping back in the chair as if the weight of the letter had physically worn her down. "Nothing happened."
Philip didn't seem at all disheartened by the lack of result. Instead, he appeared deep in thought, considering the possibilities with the calm detachment of someone who had seen more than his fair share of baffling situations.
"It seems irrelevant," he said after a moment, his voice thoughtful as he handed the letter back to her. "I don't think it's important, really. Amino dated. Doesn't make sense. Do you know anyone named Amino? Or anyone they've dated?"
Amelia shook her head. "I only know amino acids."
Philip blinked, clearly confused. "What's that?"
"Amino acids are proteins," she said, smiling slightly at his confusion. She could tell that this was something he had no clue about, and it made her feel a little better about her own knowledge. At least she knew something he didn't—something scientific. "You don't know what amino acids are?" she asked, raising an eyebrow in mock disbelief. "I thought you were the smart one."
"You've just insulted me," Philip said dryly, though there was a hint of amusement in his eyes. "Rubbish, I reckon. But no, I don't know what amino acids are."
Amelia laughed softly, but her thoughts remained clouded by the strange message in the letter. "It doesn't really matter, does it? I don't suppose it means anything."
