Amelia Bones ★ Witch ★ Head of the Department of Magical Law Enforcement
Resting, in theory sounded like an absolutely marvelous idea, but even when she blinked, she seen the hideous face of the wizard who had invaded her home with the intent on killing her. She wasn't new to death though, having spent years as an Auror and a Patrol officer before becoming Head of Department, Amelia had come across many deceased witches and wizards, had even dispatched a few of her own, but she'd never been targeted like this. No never like this.
Voldemort obviously thought of her as a threat and while every bone in her body ached at the realization, she also felt...proud in a very strange and twisted way.
Reaching out her hand, she waited until Minerva reached out as well, "You'll stay?" She asked quietly.
• 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. •