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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Instead of going to the Great Hall for dinner (Amelia made a mental note to go to the kitchens later) the girl rushed around the castle to find Blake.
Walking down the corridors, students stopped to glare at Amelia whilst chattering amongst themselves in hushed whispers.
Amelia tried her best to ignore them, the best that she could, but it was hard. She hated how they stood around, talking about her as if she wasn't stood near them.
They didn't even know her, most of them she had never even spoken to before.
"Amelia!" A voice called out.
Amelia turned expecting to see some student, who so desperately wanted to ask her the same question: how'd you get your name in the goblet?
"Look I didn't-" She began then faltered.
In front of her, wearing the same warming smile she always wore, was Charlotte. The Hufflepuff girl wore her hair down today, with many books in her hands.
Amelia was surprised she could carry so many - she was definitely more like Lily than James.
"Oh hey Charlotte." Amelia greeted, grabbing some books off of her. "You should really invest in a bag."
Charlotte walked beside her, though Amelia didn't know where they were headed off too. Not that she minded, Amelia was just glad that there was at least one person who didn't actively hate her.
"I do have one, I always just forget it in my dorm room. Morning rush you know?" She admitted. "Where'd you wanna go? I wanna hear about this tournament thing, if you don't mind."
Amelia desperately wanted to find Blake, she felt like she had searched everywhere though. At lunch and in between lessons Amelia had tried to find the Ravenclaw to not prevail.
It seemed Blake Rhodes was a hard girl to find. But, she also wanted to speak with Charlotte.
"Can we go to the kitchens? I missed dinner." Amelia asked.
"Of course."
Considering dinner had just ended, Amelia wasn't surprised to see there were no other students in the kitchens.
There were just house-elves rushing around the place, doing Merlin knows what. Amelia swiftly found one, who wasn't busy, and asked for some food items.
