WARNING: SPOILER!

The next day on the set Alan informed Amanda that soon they'd be heading to Dublin to film Eliza's Daughter, a sequel to Sense and Sensibility that Joan Aiken had written. "I mean, I know I'm supposed to die in this one, but really, I just want to see Ireland." She nodded. "Yeah, I've heard they've got the greenest hills in the world." Tom walked over and pinched her shoulder blade playfully. "That's because of all the clover." She smiled. "Right. I'm still not getting you coffee." At this Alan had to smile. "You should have been a secretary, hon." "Nuh- uh. Not this girl. After what my mother told me?" She clicked her tongue mockingly. Tom grinned. "Understandably." He looked at his watch. "Uh-oh, I was supposed to start filming the Shrieking Shack scene at five after! Great, time to get splattered across the face by mud courtesy of Dan and Rupert." Amanda laughed. "Boy, am I glad I'm just the assistant. I get mentioned in the credits and everything." "That's because you're so good at it." Alan said quietly for her ears only, and she looked embarrassed. "Well." But he'd already gone to talk to some extras, probably signing autographs.

She looked at her own watch and sighed. Might as well write that letter to the Rickmaniacs. As she stole a quill from one of the set guys walking by (and dipped it in the bottle of silver nail polish she kept in her jeans pocket to touch up on the go)she thought about how'd they reacted when she first got the job. Some furious, some ecstatic, some confused.but all crazy. It was like the best sorority in the world. Beer, parties and all- she chuckled. "Hello, all, especially Amanda, my best friend who is allowed to use my name when signing autographs on the red carpet beside Alan 20 years from now." She smiled to herself, not noticing Alan come up and read over her shoulder. "Life on the Azkaban set is hurried, but as always amazing. I'm the luckiest girl, Alan only asks for a few drinks and two bagels a day! He always seems to wait till we make our way (slowly) around to the staff table so I don't have to jog so far, through the crowd of costumes. The other day this little girl, she was like six, came up and asked for his autograph, and he made me sign it too. It was the sweetest thing." She still didn't feel him breathing down her neck, as she began a new paragraph.

"Can you believe it? Dublin next week! He promises to give me down time to get you all souvenirs, and I bet you I can get him to sign them all." She suddenly turned around to scratch her shoulder blade (the one Tom pinched, yes) and her eyes met his. "Oh, hi." He half-smiled. "Keep going."

So she did. "I miss you all so much. You guys would be so much better than me, I swear!" She waited for him to comment, but he refrained, so she continued. "He says hello, or at least he would if I asked him to, and I wonder how the weather is there. You know it always rains here. But today the Lord blessed us with cloudy skies, eh? Lucky, lucky, yes we are." She smiled. "So filming is so good, it's extended hours. Meaning I have to get back to my back-breaking bliss of delivering mochas to everyone's favorite. I promise to write you about the green hills when I get to Ireland. Adios! -Amanda."