
Letting out a wet, pitiful chuckle, Amelia turned her gaze back to the hand she was holding as tears began to fall down her pale cheeks. Reaching out with her free hand, she draw a finger tip over the pointed knuckles of Minerva's hand.
"I don't know," She admitted, wishing very much that they could just erase this conversation from their memories. Pretending like it didn't happen was going to be difficult and with Amelia now spending her days in Minerva's spare bedroom...things were only going to get more complicated.
Amelia sighed, "Perhaps I should talk with Albus about other accommodations. With Black now gone, I know Grimmauld Place needs someone to maintain it."
• I amar prestar aen. The world is changed. Han mathon ne nen. I feel it in the water.
Han mathon ne chae. I feel it in the earth. A han noston ned 'wilith. I smell it in the air.
Much that once was is lost, for none now live who remember it. •
Han mathon ne chae. I feel it in the earth. A han noston ned 'wilith. I smell it in the air.
Much that once was is lost, for none now live who remember it. •