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Daughter of Darkness
Chapter Forty-One
"Let's get going kids! We want to avoid the mass of people as much as possible," Mr. Weasley said, waving his arms, ushering everyone together before exiting the tent. The sun had long since dipped below the horizon, setting off many light giving enchantments and spells that other magicals had cast. Of course, Lyra had to chuckle at the sheer panic written across many of the ministry employee's faces at the sight.
Mr. Weasley led them through the herds of people as everyone, apparently having the same idea as Mr. Weasley, all went to the massive quidditch coliseum at the same time.
"Well so much for that plan," Mr. Weasley muttered, trying to keep an eye on everyone.
"So, where are we sitting?" Fred asked.
"In the top box," Mr. Weasley replied.
"Right you are!" the ticket taker exclaimed. "All the way to the top, as high as you can go!" she said.
"Wait a minute?" Lyra muttered, garnering her friends, and Fred and George's, attention. "The top box? That's the Ministers box!" Lyra only knew that from the invite that Minister Fudge had sent. Honestly, she was dreading now being around the Minister and whatever high-profile guests he had. She'd said no to the minister partly because of the prior commitment to the Weasley's and because she had thought they wouldn't be anywhere near the Minster's box. She felt a little bad for thinking that the Weasley's wouldn't have gotten good seats, though.
"We're in the Minister's box!" Hermione and Ron both exclaimed. Mr. Weasley looked so damn proud of himself as he nodded.
"Yup! Got a deal on the tickets from Ludo! I wanted to surprise all of you!" he exclaimed.
"Well, we're certainly surprised!" Percy exclaimed, looking so pleased, most likely about having people he could try and impress himself upon.
Lyra followed a little reluctantly behind the group, not looking forward to the Minister trying to Schmooze her all night, plus whoever he wanted to introduce her to. Narcissa had made him seem like a nice guy, but he was easily swayed, and liked to show everyone how many friends in high places he had. Lyra had no desire to become one of those friends unless she absolutely had to.
Well now she definitely didn't want to go.
The moment she'd walked into the box, her back straight and head held high, she'd noticed a shock of blonde hair. Two of them. She bit back the groan upon seeing Lord and heir Malfoy talking with the Minster. Oh right, Lucius was friends with the man.
"Ah! Lady Black!" Minster Fudge called, bringing the attention of just about every Lord and Lady inside the Minster's box to her.
"Minister Fudge!" she exclaimed, throwing on her best smile. She hoped it was good enough.
"I'm so glad you came, Lady Black! I'm sure you know Lord Malfoy," the Minister said. Lyra gave her sweetest most innocent smile as she nodded her head respectfully, just barely past acceptable by pureblood standards. He returned the gesture, but the tightening of his jaw and the barely there glare told Lyra everything she needed to know about what Lucius was feeling. Draco was practically an open book with how openly he was glaring at her, his mouth set in a tight frown.
"Thank you for the invitation, Minister, but I have been on my feet for the last few hours, enjoying the superb spell work and enchantments I'm sure the Ministry put a lot of time into. I would love to talk more, but I simply must find my seat. Perhaps we can meet sometime soon? I do actually have rather important business I would like to discuss?" Lyra asked. Fudge nodded eagerly.
"Of course, Lady Black. I would very much like to meet. Send me your owl on when works best for you," he exclaimed. Lyra smiled before leaving him and the blonde idiots so that she could take her seat.
Finding her seat, she flopped very unladylike next to Harry with Hermione on her right side.
"Dobby?" she heard Harry ask.
Lyra looked, having heard of Dobby the house elf, to see a small creature, much younger than her own house elf, sitting absolutely petrified by the height of the ministers box. Though, upon hearing the name, the little elf turned to Harry.
"Did sir just call me Dobby?" the little elf asked in a squeaky voice. Lyra guessed that this one was a female elf.
"Oh, sorry. I thought you were another house elf," Harry explained.
"But I's be knowing Dobby too, sir!" she squeaked excitedly, staring at Harry with big eyes. "My name is Winky, sir! And you is being Harry Potter!" she exclaimed. Lyra was watching curiously as Winky's large expressive eyes seemed to find hers and for just a moment, Lyra swore she saw some flicker of emotion, something akin to happiness and hope, grow within Winky before the little elf looked back to Harry.
"So that's a normal house elf?" Ron marveled from beside Hermione. Lyra chuckled, turning her attention to her redheaded friend.
"Yes Ron. Not all house elves are as…eccentric as Harry described nor as…rude as Kreature tends to be," Lyra said rather carefully. "They're generally like Winky. Willing and able to do whatever their master or mistress requires of them."
"I still say it's absolutely barbaric to practically own another sentient being," Hermione sniffed. Lyra nodded.
"I know, Hermione, but it's not technically ownership. Just watch," Lyra explained. She turned to Winky right as the little elf finished explaining how Dobby was not a good elf. "Winky?" Lyra asked.
"Yes, Mist-uh, Miss," Winky stuttered.
"Can you tell me what you get out of the relationship between yourself and your master?" Lyra asked.
"Oh, most certainly, Miss!" Winky exclaimed. "We elves get magic in return for our servitude. Without it, Elves live very short lives. Some even go…mad," Winky whispered, looking horrified at just the thought. "An elf without a master is nothing. A badge of shame."
"Does your master treat you well?" Hermione asked. Winky's eyes lit up for a moment before they seemed to dull, as if she'd remembered something. Odd. The moment passed however when Ludo Bagman interrupted the comfortable quiet of the box.
"Seats, seats! We're about to start!" Ludo announced. Everyone quickly took their proper seats, Winky the house elf being forgotten in the excitement.
"Says the mascots for each team will put on a little show!" Hermione said, reading from the pamphlet she'd gotten.
"Yup. Each national team traditionally brings out the creature's native to their homeland. I wonder what We're going to get this year?" Mr. Weasley said. "Last year, the Americans brought a Thunderbird, while, if memory serves, the Australians brought a Taniwha."
"Everyone ready?" Ludo called. "Ready Minister?"
"Ready when you are, Ludo!" Fudge called back. Ludo grinned before whipping out his wand and pointing it at his throat, calling out "Sonorus!" he turned back to the anxiously waiting stadium.
"Welcome, ladies and gentlemen, to the four hundred and twenty-second Quidditch world cup!" Ludo shouted, his voice echoing all over the stadium. The crowd cheered and stomped their feet, the whole stadium shaking like an earthquake. "Now, without further ado, let me introduce the Bulgarian national team mascots!"
"Aaah!" Mr. Weasley exclaimed as he leaned forward ever so slightly, watching the Bulgarian mascots gliding down to the field. "Veela!"
"What are Veela?" Harry started to ask. Lyra wanted to ask as well, but she found that the longer she looked at them, the more muddled her brain felt. There was a tugging in her mind, one she didn't understand. Closing her eyes, she felt the magic of the ring work through whatever it was the Veela were doing to her.
"Lyra? Are you alright?" Hermione asked. Lyra groaned, pinching her nose and tearing herself away from looking at the enthralling creatures.
"Yeah…yeah I'm fine," Lyra grunted, blinking a few times and trying to clear her head. Hermione stared at her oddly before turning to see Harry slowly making his way to the railing of the box.
"Harry, what are you doing?" Hermione asked.
All at once, the music stopped and both Harry and Ron were broken out their hypnotic trances. Both of them took their seats as the Irish mascots began to take the field. The crowd turned back to Irelands favor as hundreds of leprechauns dropped gold onto the entire stadium. Many were trampling others to grab as much as they could, while others simply laughed, sitting back as if nothing was happening. Ron scooped up a handful of the gold and thrust it in Lyra's direction, who took it with a laugh.
"There you go! Now you've got to buy me a Christmas present!" he exclaimed.
"Well, I was already planning on it but since you insist!" Lyra joked. Ron though was no longer paying attention though as he looked to see several of the quidditch players begin to take the field as Ludo announced them.
"Let's go Bulgaria!" Ron shouted.
"Let's go Ireland!" Fred and George shouted, trying to drown out their brother.
"Yes, sports! Do the thing!" Lyra shouted, giving a thumbs up to the redhead family, changing her own hair to match theirs. She gave an excited grin as Fred and George laughed while Ron turned back to the game.
"Honestly, Ron, I don't know what you're so upset about?" Lyra asked as Ron continued on his rant about Krum grabbing the snitch. "Krum knew the Irish had better chasers. They were just going to keep pulling ahead," she said with a shrug.
"Yeah, but he should've given his team a chance to find their rhythm!" Ron defended, and Lyra could see the logic in that.
"That's a good point," Lyra conceded as she sat at the table where Fred and George were counting their winnings.
"Whatever you do, don't tell your mother about the gambling," Mr. Weasley warned them. They both rolled their eyes in perfect sync.
"Of course not, we don't want it confiscated. We've got big plans for this money!" Fred said, a bright grin on his face. Mr. Weasley looked like he didn't want to know…but Lyra did.
"And what plans might those be, boys?" she asked curiously.
"A shop. We just need the money and product to get started," George said, keeping somewhat tight lipped about the whole thing. Lyra nodded to herself.
"Come see me before we all go to Hogwarts. Actually…come see me next week. I'll be handling financial business with my new advisor and I feel it would be best to handle everything at once," Lyra said.
"And what would we be discussing, Lady Black?" Fred asked.
"Nothing you need to worry about right now. Remember, next week, Monday, at noon. Don't be late," Lyra said. The boys tried to ask her more questions for the following hour, but she remained silent on what she'd said before she felt tired.
"Well, I'm going to bed. All this excitement has gotten me rather knackered. I'll see you all in the morning," Lyra said, slipping into the section where Hermione and Ginny were already in bed.
"Wake up, girls!" a panicked voice hissed into her ear.
"Huh? Whazzat?" Ginny snorted, sitting up in bed.
"We have to go, no time to explain!" Mr. Weasley exclaimed before rushing back out of the girls section of the tent. Lyra, now that her hearing was clearing up, noticed that the sounds of the campsite were no longer as joyous. Rather then the cheerful cries of excitement that rose from their neighbors, they were now screaming in terror and confusion.
Ginny and Hermione both jumped out of bed, bleary eyed and more than a little frightened.
"What's going on?" Hermione asked.
"I don't know, but it doesn't sound good," Lyra said as the three stumbled out of their section and into Harry. "Do you know-"
"No. No idea. Come on, Mr. Weasley said we have to go!" Harry exclaimed, stepping out the tent and into the smoky air.
Fires burned everywhere, through the tents, the flags, the trinkets from the match. It burned through everything. Further down in the inferno, Lyra noticed them, as did Harry.
"Death Eaters," Lyra whispered, horrified at the sight of the family of muggles, caretakers of the campsite, being contorted into awful shapes. Several of them looked dead. Lyra just barely managed to keep her stomach as Mr. Weasley appeared behind them.
"Bill, Charlie, Percy and I are going to help the Ministry!" Mr. Weasley shouted. "Fred, George you're in charge. Get to the forest, don't stop for anything, and stay together!" he shouted as his eldest sons took off towards the now larger crowd of Death eaters.
It looked like they were multiplying! Where there had been a handful, there now appeared to be over a dozen, maybe twenty, and the crowd was still growing! Mr. Weasley nodded to the twins, who looked far more serious than she'd ever remembered seeing them, before he too ran to fight off the Death Eaters.
"Who are those guys?" Harry asked as the twins led them to the forest.
"Death Eaters, Voldemort's followers, his own little army of murderers," Lyra explained, pushing through the panicking crowd. "I don't need to explain why it would be bad if they caught you or Hermione!" she added in haste, trying to keep an eye on her friends.
Suddenly, Lyra took an elbow to the side of her head, her vision exploding in field of bright stars as she and Harry were separated from the group. Lyra groaned, pressing her hand to the side of her head to try and at least feel like she was making the pain go away. Her fingers came away bloody from her temple.
Swaying unsteadily on her feet, Lyra looked around. Harry was nowhere to be found, and she was alone. Colors blurred together before her very eyes as the world seemed to spin.
"Guh…Harry?" she called, wincing as the volume of her own voice brought pain between her ears. Everything seemed far brighter than it should've, but she had to find the group. She had to find Harry. "Harry!" she shouted again. "Hermione? Ron!"
"The forest…gotta find them in the…forest?" she muttered to herself as she pulled her wand from the holster on her wrist. She could hear the panicked screams. They were far away, but that didn't always mean much when magicals could apparate over long distances.
Her head hurt so bad as she stumbled in what she thought was the right direction, not being able to quite see over the smoke from the tents where the forest was. Plus, everything spinning didn't help in the slightest.
"Harry! Ron! Hermione!" she called again, stumbling over a burnt out husk of a cart. She held on tight to it for a moment, fearing she might tip over and fall flat on her face if she didn't, before pushing off and making her way through the smoke.
She heard a scream close by, and she could vaguely see light from various spells poking through the ashes. "Get back here!" she heard a shout, then there were the footsteps heading directly for her. She would've been bowled over by whoever the person was if she hadn't heard them coming.
It was a little girl with blonde hair and odd robes. The oddest thing was that she was clearly panicking and speaking in another language. Okay, so maybe that wasn't odd, but Lyra didn't understand French.
A spell, dark red, flew by Lyra's head as the girl regained her balance. Lyra pushed the kid behind her and began backing away, her wand in the air and pointed in the direction of the spell. Something cracked on her right, causing her to whip around, wand at the ready. There was another sound behind her, and another to her left. Her heart pounded in her ears as she turned to look at the sources of the sounds.
Shit. She was surrounded.
"It's going to be okay," Lyra whispered to the shaking girl while trying to calm her own racing heart.
"Just give over the girl. Don't play hero," a harsh voice called through the smoke. Several cloaked figures revealed themselves. Death Eaters. What did they want with the girl?
"I don't think so you inbred fuck!" Lyra growled, pulling the girl in tighter, pretending she wasn't as afraid as she really was. "You want her, you'll have to get through me!"
"That can be arranged!" the man behind the mask exclaimed excitedly, his low pitched voice coming out rough and slurred as he raised his wand. Lyra raised her own, ignoring the fact that her wand was shaking.
The first spell out of her wand was a piercing hex followed by a tripping jinx. Both spells were batted away easily as the Death Eaters laughed. One of them cast a spell to her right that she barely raised a shield against. Another she tried to shoot off a blinding charm at, but it seemed those masks were useful for something since it didn't even faze them.
"Crap…crap, fuck, shit," Lyra muttered. Think! Think!
"Aguamenti!" she exclaimed after barely dodging a sickly yellow curse. Many of the Death Eaters laughed at the water spell, even as it soaked one of them to the bone, the robes sticking to their body.
"Glacius!" Lyra followed up, freezing everything wet surrounding her into a solid block of ice, including the one Death Eater.
"I tire of these games, little girl," the first Death Eater growled. Lyra turned her wand back to him as the other Death Eaters raised theirs to her and the girl.
"Avada-!"
"Eviscerus! Diffindo!" a voice called from within the smoke and ashes. Suddenly the Death Eater in front of Lyra dropped dead as he was hit by two different curses at the same time from his right side. Several of the Death Eaters whipped around as the shadow moved.
Another of the robed bastards was struck, this time with some kind of curse that hit her square in the chest. She screamed, the sound full of pain and agony as she began to choke. Lyra gagged as the woman vomited, though nothing ordinary. No. The woman was literally puking up her own guts.
"Close your eyes," Lyra muttered shakily to the girl, even though she knew she probably wouldn't understand.
The Death Eaters began firing off curses left and right. Killing curses, bone shattering curses, blood boiling. You name it, they probably cast it. Lyra was going to use the distraction to her advantage, intending to run and taking the girl with her when she turned. One of the Death Eaters was right behind her, a wand pointed between her eyes.
"Protego Diabolica!" the mystery person shouted. Suddenly, Lyra and the girl were surrounded by a blue ring of fire as the Death Eater backed away, almost getting singed by the fire. "Come on lamb, this place isn't anywhere you or a child should be!"
Lyra recognized that voice. Well, that name anyway. Nobody called her 'lamb' except for that odd woman she'd run into. Either way, she wasn't intending on thinking about it now.
"What about the Death Eaters?" Lyra asked as she ran towards the voice. Her question was answered as one of the robed idiots tried to get through the fire, only to be turned to ash.
"Don't worry about them!" the woman said off to her right. "Follow me. Your Aunt Amelia is here, looking for you. I can take you to her."
Idly, Lyra wondered how this woman knew, but again decided the thought wasn't worth pursuing given the still dangerous situation. Instead, she dragged the little girl behind her, following as close to the mystery woman as she dared, who was somehow navigating perfectly through the ashes despite being blind.
"It's the runes! I can see through just about anything so long as it isn't solid stone or thick wood!" the woman called out just ahead of them.
How did-?
"I can see everything around me within a few meters! The confusion on your face is quite adorable, I must say! Come on, not much further. I can see Amelia through the ash."
No sooner had the words left her mouth than the woman waved her wand in the air, a breeze blowing through the campsite, making a nice clearing where Amelia and several dozen aurors were gathered.
"Lyra!" Tonks called in relief, rushing over and crushing her cousin to her chest. "Merlin, you had me so worried!"
"Got separated after taking an elbow to the face," Lyra grunted, trying to break the breathtaking hug Tonks had wrapped her in.
"We found your friends in the forest, but you and Harry were missing. I…god, I feared the worst and I didn't know what to do with myself."
"It almost was bad. If it hadn't been for that woman, me and the kid would've been toast!" Lyra grunted, swaying a bit on her feet. Tonks conjured a simple chair, which she sat in gratefully.
"Kid? What ki- Oh my god, that's Gabrielle Delacour!" Tonks exclaimed.
"Lady Black," Amelia called, striding over as quick as she dared to her niece. She wanted to respect Lyra's wishes to keep the familial relationship hidden for now.
"Madame Bones. I'm sorry to say, but you'll probably be having a lot of paperwork to do. Lot's of bodies back where I came from. Not my doing though," Lyra assured when she saw the worried expression on Amelia's face. "Hers," she pointed to the woman off to the side.
"I'm glad you're sa-Celestia?!" Amelia exclaimed.
"What?" Tonks added, looking at the woman who was her mentor.
"Hey Ami, Dora. Sorry about this, I know how you auror types are, but I can't really stay and chat. Got places to be," Celestia said with a smirk, her gray eyes dancing mischievously. "Tata!"
"No, wait!" Amelia exclaimed, but it was too late, Celestia vanished in a cloud of smoke, seemingly melting into the darkness around her.
"That was Celestia?" Lyra asked, looking between her cousin and her Aunt. Both women nodded.
"She hasn't changed, or aged, a bit," Amelia scowled, looking at the spot her best friend who had been missing for over a decade had been.
"Well, she's a metamorph, better than me. She'd keep herself looking young. Plus, she did love doing stuff like this," Tonks said, rubbing the back of her neck.
"I suppose," Amelia sighed before turning to Lyra. "Well, I suppose I'll need to take you in for a quick preliminary interview, Lady Black, along with miss Delacour," she said, turning her wand to her throat. Immediately afterward, she was speaking in French. The girl lit up and nodded as, presumably, her parents, appeared and hugged her tight.
"Mr. and Mrs. Delacour," Amelia said, nodding to them. Lyra knew the name of course. They were of one of the French Noble houses. "I'm sorry, but we need a statement from your daughter and Lady Black. I'd prefer to do this in the ministry, in my office as it's the most private. One of the people involved has since run off and I used to know her personally. I know how…violent she can be."
"Of course. Our eldest is already waiting for us at the ministry anyway," Mr. Delacour said before turning to Lyra. "I understand we have you to thank for protecting our daughter?"
"Not really, Lord Delacour. That was the woman you just missed," Lyra said.
"We should head to the Ministry soon. It looks like miss Black could use the attention of a healer and I would like those statements while they're fresh in everyone's minds," Amelia said impatiently, anxiously looking at the still sluggishly bleeding wound on Lyra's temple.
"Are you alright?" Amelia asked gently as soon as the Delcours departed through Amelia's private floo for their home in France. The interview was over? Lyra couldn't even really remember anything she'd talked about.
"Yeah," Lyra replied weakly. Amelia could see the way her hands were shaking, and the slightly paler than normal complexion and hair on her niece that that wasn't entirely true.
"Come on," Amelia said, holding out her hand for the girl to take. "Let's get you to my house and I'll have Flopsy look after you for the night. You have a nasty concussion, and you still seem pretty shaken up about everything now that the adrenalines worn off. I'll speak to Narcissa once we arrive."
Lyra didn't put up any protest as Amelia led her to the floo before they went to the Ossuary where she was immediately rushed by another redhead. "Susan!" Amelia chastised. The girl looked sheepish as she backed away. "Take her up to her room. Flopsy, I'll need you to monitor her for the night. Make sure to wake me if it's needed. I have to go back to the scene."
Lyra fell asleep as soon as her head hit the pillow, wondering when she'd gotten upstairs.
Amelia walked through the scene, processing whatever she could see. The dark mark hung in the air like a terrifying omen, a reminder and a sign all at once. The Ministry and her aurors had been unprepared for this level of chaos. The Death Eaters had been silent for near a decade now, and suddenly they return, the dark mark cast into the sky, and what looked like a bloody warzone at the scene of the worst of the fighting.
She sighed, looking down at the body of Mathias Parkinson. His eyes were wide open, never seeing the curses before they slammed into his side, surprising him before he was disemboweled and choking on his own blood. She'd known, like many others, that he was a true supporter of Voldemort. He'd claimed Imperius after the war, but his actions before and after the war suggested a fanatical following of the Dark Lord's ideology. She didn't feel sorry for the bastard as several aurors bagged his body.
The other notable Death Eater in full regalia was Alecto Carrow, another who claimed Imperius. A rather unremarkable witch if there ever was one. Amelia had never met the woman personally, but she'd heard of Alecto's reputation as a bit of an idiot, never completely there, and always on the brink of snapping at someone and throwing curses. It was why she'd never even interviewed Alecto when she'd applied to be an auror before the war.
Then Amelia came to the most concerning part of the crime scene. No, it wasn't the fact that she knew Celestia had cast two very lethal curses (Hit witch's and Wizards were allowed to cast darker spells when facing dangerous individuals or severely outnumbered by their foes), nor was it that she had violently and painfully killed Alecto Carrow. No, it was the cursed fire that Celestia had summoned that worried her.
"She moved like she was conducting a symphony," Lyra muttered, a glazed look in her eyes. Amelia knew she didn't have long before the girl crashed. "Not like she stood there, though. She moved quite a lot, but the way she moved her wand-"
"I'm well aware of how good Celestia is with a wand. But I need you to tell me everything you can remember about how she dealt with the Death Eaters," Amelia pushed. Lyra blinked, squeezed her eyes shut, and blinked again.
"Right…yeah. We were surrounded, Gabrielle and I. Where is she, by the way?" Lyra asked, blinking large expressive eyes. Literally. They were a lot bigger than a normal human beings eyes should be.
"She's being interviewed by Tonks right now. You said you were surrounded?" Amelia asked.
"Yeah. We were surrounded. One of those guys, they uhhh…he was throwing some low-level stuff at me. Just…messing with me, I think. I froze one of em' solid though so he…he stopped messing around. Then he…he started the incantation for the killing curse." Her eyes were wide before they flashed a mixture of colors. "That's when Celestia showed up. She called me lamb, like she usually does. Don't know why…only met her a few times," Lyra muttered before pressing a hand to her aching head.
"She uhhh…she killed the one who was about to kill me. Some…curse. Eviscerus, I think? Then a diffindo at another one, though I don't think it killed who she was aiming for. Oh yeah! She was totally aiming to kill with her curses. Seemed like it was personal with them."
"Right, can you tell me anything else?" Amelia aske,d noting that her niece was sagging forward further and further.
"Right…Ummm. Some…blue fire? That sounds about…right? Pro-Protego? Oh, I remember, P-"
"Protego Diabolica…" Amelia muttered, running her fingers through her hair. That was the incantation that Lyra said she'd heard. That spell wasn't an easy one, and it suggested a fair level of skill and knowledge of the dark arts. Of course, as a Hit Witch, Celestia would know and have permission to use the dark arts only in the apprehension and if it was justified, but this…this was far more than she should've had access to.
After Grindelwald had famously used the spell to murder almost a dozen aurors in less than five minutes, both France and Britain had banned any knowledge of the spell, deeming it too powerful in the wrong hands. So where had Celestia found knowledge of it? And why would she use it now, knowing that she would definitely be arrested for its use? Why now?
That was the most pressing question in Amelia's mind. Not that the Death Eaters crashing the Quidditch world cup, that was easily explained as just a bunch of idiots wanting to remind everyone that they were still around and relieve their glory days under Voldemort.
No. The most pressing question was why Celestia showed up now. Thirteen years since she'd disappeared, and Amelia hadn't heard even a whisper of the woman who was one of her closest friends.
Celestia never did anything by accident. She calculated, she planned, she strategized. Amelia knew that Celestia was here tonight for a reason. She'd saved Lyra and Gabrielle Delacour for a reason, sparing several of the Death Eaters she'd attacked (Amelia knew that Celestia could've done so much more damage if she'd wanted to). Celestia had made the first move for a reason, and Amelia was going to find out why.
Red=angry
Gray=nervous/anxious/irritated
Orange=happy/excited
Blue=sad/overwhelmed
Purple=worried/concerned/frustrated
Green=jealous/suspicious/grossed out
Brown=content/relaxed
Yellow=afraid/shocked
Pink=amusement/surprise/mischievous
Silver=determination
Light blue=embarrassment
