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@Aine Thompson
Amelia had been seriously struggling with her classes this semester. After finally realizing this was not one big joke, she had been trying her hardest. But honestly, carrying a wand was enough work nonetheless having to use it. She had barely managed in her Charms lessons. A flashlight or even just throwing an object would have been easier. She still slightly wished this was all one big joke. She just didn't fit in, which was strange for the young brunette. She often found herself involved in so many groups, not afraid to just join in whether she was wanted or not. But this school was just so different.
Not quite knowing what to do with herself, she made her way to the Kitchens. An older Ravenclaw had told her the way. She still found herself lost going the easiest of places. Who had so many corridors anyway? It surprised her. Her feet just leading the way to the area where she felt most at home. The kitchen had always reminded her of her father. The baking, the competitions, the flour everywhere but the mixing bowl. Most importantly the laughter. Happiness without a wand. Something that was so foreign here.
Amelia entered into the kitchen. She did not expect anyone else to be here yet that was of course wrong. She saw a handful of little creatures making food, house elves. She was offered so many items, all tempting. She kindly asked if she could make something. They did seem offended, but that was not at all Amelia's intention. Trying to ease the silence, she took many treats, eating them happily. That seemed to make the house elves feel better. The tiny, adorable creatures even helped Amelia find a few things.
She collected the ingredients, with some help, for the brownies she had been craving, a family recipe. Amelia was waiting for the butter to soften as she hummed rather loudly to herself, a muggle theme song from the Scooby Doo series. It was just such a catchy song for being so old. The young girl zoned out thinking about the times when she was watching reruns with her father.
Amelia had been seriously struggling with her classes this semester. After finally realizing this was not one big joke, she had been trying her hardest. But honestly, carrying a wand was enough work nonetheless having to use it. She had barely managed in her Charms lessons. A flashlight or even just throwing an object would have been easier. She still slightly wished this was all one big joke. She just didn't fit in, which was strange for the young brunette. She often found herself involved in so many groups, not afraid to just join in whether she was wanted or not. But this school was just so different.
Not quite knowing what to do with herself, she made her way to the Kitchens. An older Ravenclaw had told her the way. She still found herself lost going the easiest of places. Who had so many corridors anyway? It surprised her. Her feet just leading the way to the area where she felt most at home. The kitchen had always reminded her of her father. The baking, the competitions, the flour everywhere but the mixing bowl. Most importantly the laughter. Happiness without a wand. Something that was so foreign here.
Amelia entered into the kitchen. She did not expect anyone else to be here yet that was of course wrong. She saw a handful of little creatures making food, house elves. She was offered so many items, all tempting. She kindly asked if she could make something. They did seem offended, but that was not at all Amelia's intention. Trying to ease the silence, she took many treats, eating them happily. That seemed to make the house elves feel better. The tiny, adorable creatures even helped Amelia find a few things.
She collected the ingredients, with some help, for the brownies she had been craving, a family recipe. Amelia was waiting for the butter to soften as she hummed rather loudly to herself, a muggle theme song from the Scooby Doo series. It was just such a catchy song for being so old. The young girl zoned out thinking about the times when she was watching reruns with her father.