healing heart. | D.M

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Healing; does not mean that the damage never existed, it means the damage no longer controls us.

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Amelia winters is a strong witch, she practiced magic, spells, potions, and much more at Hogwarts School of Witchcraft and Wizardry, Amelia's an honest girl, her personality is wonderful, she can easily draw you in with just a smile.

the specs of light brown freckles around her face, eye eyes were large, and colored with blue and green, her eyelashes were long, and she would always curl them to make them even longer.

Amelia is a healer, through her hands she is able to make you feel things that you've never felt before, Amelia can share her emotions with anyone and everyone. anyone who lets her of course.

a lot of people always ask, "Amelia, did you bewitch me?" And she would let out a breathy laugh, "I would never bewitch anyone." and that was the truth, she never intended to make people fall for her only because of her healing powers, in fact she only allows people to feel what she feels with consent.

"Are you coming with tonight?" Amelia's friend, Lydia asked, slytherin was throwing a party downstairs in the common room, she was definitely a party person, not wanting to miss any fun events. "Do you even have to ask?" Amelia laughed, standing up from her spot on the dormitory bed.

"what are you wearing?" Amelia asked Lydia, who was rummaging through her wardrobe. " I want to look seductive, and be able to pull anyone I want." Lydia placed a black dress in front of her, starring in the mirror, and you agreed.

it's been so long since she's been with anyone, scared of letting anyone feel what her powers can do, she doesn't want anyone to feel forced by her power.

she's learned how to conceal it, she's learned not to focus on it, Amelia's hands could even slightly brush against yours, and she's able to see what you are feeling, thinking, at that moment. if you are feeling sad, her happiness will course through your veins, giving you such an adrenaline rush.

Amelia found an outfit that suited her aesthetic very well, she placed the black mock neck over her head, followed by a pair of sheer black tights, and a beige and brown plaid mini skirt that hugged her hips and curves, followed by a pair of ankle boots. Amelia felt good, she gained confidence over the years slowly adapting to herself.

She hated her freckles, she hated her hair it was so bland, but over the years she learned that self love is greater than any other love, self purity and happiness was all she longed for.

Lydia looked over to her, she was dressed in a black long sleeved V-neck sweater; paired on the bottom of her sweater was a white collared top, she had on a black mini skirt that had a chain hooked like a belt on each sides, she looked wonderful. Lydia always was beautiful, even when she was younger. her beauty was elegant, her melanin skin, her beautiful curls. Lydia was no match for this earth, she was a goddess, she was beauty, and she knew it.

"You look amazing Lyd." Amelia looked at her with pure adoration, her eyes looked up and down at Lydia approving of her outfit. "You look hot mels." Lydia replied cheekily. And the both of them laughed, hooking their arms together and walking out of the dorm and into the common room.

The common room was loud, it was dark, filled with green and black decor, the black leather sofas that laid in the middle of the room, the fireplace was already started, making the room they were in cozy, they had placed a charm on the room for no professors to hear, a lot of people was already drinking fire whiskey and dancing with each other, on each other, alone.