Amelia Black, daughter of Isabella Black. Starting her third year at Hogwarts, things begin to change. Previous family members stroll into her life. The real question is, will she be able to forgive and forget?
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Amelia was a mess on Tuesday morning. To start off her day she woke up late and had to rush to breakfast where she met Blake.
She was talking to Theo but it seemed that the boy didn't mind being in Amelia's company.
Amelia was glad he was starting to come around and only hoped that the others would do the same soon.
She missed them, especially Daphne.
After telling Cedric, who was very grateful and appreciative, about the dragons on Saturday the next people she informed were Blake and Draco.
Almost immediately they had dragged her to the library where they could sort out a plan.
"I can't find anything!" Draco had slammed the book on the table, alerting the surrounding people that they were there.
Amelia too had put her book down, having enough of words for one day. Sometimes, she wondered how Charlotte could read for hours on end.
The trio were about to give up when Hermione Granger and Olivia Black had showed up.
Immediately Draco walked off muttering something like. "Why are they here when I am!"
Though, Blake remained with Amelia after rolling her eyes at Draco. "Barbie doll is such a wuss." She said to Amelia, who was looking at Hermione.
"Any idea what the first task is?" Hermione asked, when she realised Amelia wasn't going to speak first.
Amelia lied to her: "No. I'm just revising some spells." She didn't know why the girl was talking to her.
In addition Olivia was being unusually quiet but Amelia didn't care enough to ask.
"Well. If you need help with anything, you can ask." Hermione offered.
Amelia nodded, not wanting to be rude. "Yeah, thanks."
And then they too walked away back to where their group had resided in the library.
Eventually Amelia finally thought off something: she was allowed to use her wand, she could easily get her broom to her by using the simple summoning spell.
She was good at Quidditch, nobody would deny that. Amelia knew she was an excellent flyer she had taken lessons since she was first able to walk.
On top of that majority of her blood line participated in the sport.
Tuesday had gone by and one moment Amelia was sat in her first lesson of the day, Transfiguration, and then the next thing she was walking into the Great Hall for lunch when she was approached.
"Black, the champions have to come down onto the grounds now. You have to get ready for your first task." McGonnagal informed her.
"Okay." Amelia said, standing up, her fork falling onto the plate with a clatter.
