I'm not crying I swear... Open Closed

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Interacting with @James McMurtie

Amelia wasn't one to wander new places by herself often, but as the week progressed she found herself doing it more than once. She had taken almost every chance she could to either spend her time in the library or out wandering the courtyard, doing her best to make friends along the way. However, today made something about her venture different. You see, she had already managed to get herself lost. She knew she was somewhere near the library but other than that, she truly didn't know where she was. Not that it bothered her, really. She knew she would find her way back to the commons room at some point, but the books in her hands were really starting to toll on her.

So was something else, but she didn't want to touch on that right now. So instead, she smiled brightly and quietly made her way down the mostly empty corridor. Soon enough, she began to hear voices. It seemed like friendly banter at first, but the closer she got she realized it was quite the opposite. She found herself standing in a corridor she hadn't been through before; paintings covered every square inch of the place, some reaching from the ceiling to the floor, others covering a small space on the wall.

"Yes! Cry in defeat, traitor! Yo have insulted the Centaur King and you will suffer for your crimes!"

Her gaze flit to the centaur painted on the wall and she frowned softly, wondering just who he was talking to before her eyes flit to a figure sitting nearby. She nearly dropper her books from being so startled but took the moment to regain herself and assess the situation. The boy sitting nearby was obviously distraught, which immediately bothered her. Surely the paintings knew better than to harass students?

"Oh... shut up!"

She nearly flinched at the sound of his voice but composed herself long enough to look up at the Centaur King, her eyes narrowing ever so slightly. She wasn't sure why, but she felt the need to defend the boy sitting nearby,"You should be ashamed of yourself! A King! Picking on a student. What would the others think of your behavior!"

The Centaur opened his mouth to say something but she glowered at him, smiling to herself when he fell quiet. She sighed and turned her back to him before she carefully made her way over to the boy, biting her lower lip before she gently sat next to him,"Are... are you okay?" She asked softly, unsure of what to do or say, but seeing another student like this nearly broke her heart.

@Amelia Boux (Sorry for the late reply)

Amelia watched the interaction with the boy and the Centaur closely, her eyes alight with a soft glint of anger, but when he told her that he wasn't the source of his problems, but it was a Gryffindor girl, surprise flit across her features. She hadn't really met anyone from the house yet, but hearing something so awful from this boy made something stir in the pit of her stomach, especially since she herself was born from a muggle family. She took a minute to gather her thoughts, her eyes gliding across the walls of the corridor as she considered the boy's words.

"Of course I don't believe you should be hated. Its not something you can control,"She hesitated a moment and played with the edge of her robes, trying to cool the anger in her tone so she didn't upset the boy any further. She wasn't sure how to respond to the information he presented her but found herself rambling anyway,"My mum and dad are muggles, but that doesn't change the fact that I can do magic. And yeah, I get that they might not always be the best people but... they were so excited for me when they found out I actually had somewhere to go, somewhere to learn, and the fact that some families pride themselves on the fact that they're pure blood... Its despicable. Nothing changes the fact that muggles as human as the rest of us."

She really didn't understand the ideology. Muggles weren't all bad, as wizards weren't all good, and vice versa. Even the thought that one was more superior than the other made her mouth taste sour. For a moment, she found her thoughts drifting to some of the general things she had learned in history class during her time at a muggle school. Chills swept down her spine at the thought of someone evil having access to the kind of power wizards do, but as the boy had said, the Dark Lord had been born a wizard, and he was what she would describe as evil incarnate.

Without her realizing it, she had balled her hands into fists. She released her grip some and drew a soft breath before she looked over at the boy again, her eyes kind despite the spill she went on,"I'm sorry, I got carried away... but... all I'm trying to say is, you're just the same as the rest of us; the same as me. We're in this together, okay?" She extended her hand and smiled sheepishly,"My name's Amelia, Amelia Boux."

Interacting with @Amelia Boux

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Interacting with @James McMurtrie

Amelia listened patiently as he spoke and made a small 'o' shape with her mouth when he told her the names of the girls that had upset him so much. She made a mental note to store the names in the back of her mind, wondering if she would have such a bad first impression on them as well if she ever met them.

She smiled as she listened to James speak, however, her eyes dancing with amusement as he went on to explain the story behind the Centaurs. She couldn't help but laugh at the thought of the boy outwardly insulting the King, and wondered if she too should apologize later for snapping at the painting so easily when she herself didn't know the situation. It was amusing, of course, that the boy was led astray by a Centaur, but it was easily just as amusing thinking from the Centaur's point of view on the matter.

But the moment James called her nice, Amelia felt herself swell with pride. She didn't think of herself as that nice of a person, I mean sure I do nice things but does that really constitute being a nice person? She figured it was something she would have to dwell on later as the boy had offered his friendship.

She couldn't help but grin at him before she shrugged her shoulders, very obviously being theatrically dramatic about the question,"Would I like to be friends?" She pondered aloud, tapping her chin with her pointer finger,"Hmm... well, James, I don't think I would like to,"When the boy's face dropped she quickly continued,"No, I believe I would love to."

Amelia smiled softly at the boy's words, glad that he thought so highly of her, but she found that was she was doing was something anyone should have done. Regardless of probably being in the same year as James, she felt that if she had been in an older year she still would have gone out of her way to help him out; that was just the kind of girl she was as she knew all too well what it was like to be somewhere so foreign.

She considered for a moment where they were, and listened as he talked about not knowing where they were, and bit her lower lip. She had no idea where the Ravenclaw common room was, but she was pretty confident that she could lead them back to the library. She spent the majority of her time there after all; her nose stuck in a book as she studied to help one of her friends out with their own homework.

She told James as much as she turned her gaze to look at him,"Well... I'm not sure where your common room is, but I should be able to get back to the library. I just came from there." She gestured to the two books sitting on the floor nearby and stopped to pick them up, realizing she must have sat them down when she first got here. She turned to look at him again, and grinned softly," If you can trust my navigational skills, we could walk back together? If all else fails we'll get lost again, but I'm sure we could ask a painting for help... As long as it's not a Centaur."