"Amelia flies in tight figure eights around the quidditch pitch, goggled eyes darting to and fro as she tries to locate the her, the match is going in the Hufflepuff favor. Despite the fancy strategies that the Ravenclaw team is using, the Hufflepuff team has better skill.
The Ravenclaws have pulled some impressive tricks and even managed to fake out Amos a couple of 've spent more time on the broom and less time memorizing plays Amelia thinks to herself as she watches Rolanda intercept a pass and race down the pitch to score another ten points.
"And Hooch makes another 10 points for Hufflepuff! That puts the score at 50-20 Hufflepuff!"
Amelia smiles, and out of the corner of her eye, sees Vance suddenly pick up speed and fly in the direction of the Ravenclaw goals. "Shit." she zooms across the pitch, scanning for the snitch.
She sees Vance make a dive from behind the goals, but yank herself up to avoid a stray bluger.
Narrowing her eyes, Amelia sees the snitch flying dangerously close to the ground in the middle of the pitch. Amelia flies low to the ground, hoping to stay beneath the action playing above her. Luck is in her favor and she manages to get across the pitch chasing the snitch until it begins a vertical climb up the Gryffindor spectator stands. She yanks her broom up hard and flies straight up behind the snitch. As she flies higher and higher, she can feel the laws of gravity yanking her back towards the earth, she is slowly loosing momentum. "Come on. Come on." Amelia grunts to herself as she lowers herself to her broom, her fingertips are centimeters away from the snitch. Just as she completely looses momentum, her fingers close around the little golden ball."
She lets out a sigh of relief and allows herself to free fall for just a few seconds before making her way back to the pitch, holding the snitch high in her hand."The Hufflepuff stand roars louder than any other- "Hell yeah Hufflepuff!"As she passes the Gryffindor stand, she meets the silver eyes of one Sirius Black. He smiles cockily at her, his arms crossed. Her teammates are cheering and patting her on the back as she lands, Rolanda and Amos embrace her tightly.
/Amelia feels a slight tingle in her left arm, but ignores it, not allowing Voldemort to ruin her moment.
The Marauder's Map held in hand, the ink footsteps of Evan Rosier and Alexander Zabini are moving closer and closer and closer to the trap that he has set. As the two targets of his latest prank are about to turn the corner, he finally notices the footsteps of an Amelia Malfoy about to pass his own.
"Malfoy, stop!" he yells quickly, grabbing her arm and shoving her behind him.
"Black? What is going on?" she demands quickly yanking her left arm out of his grasp.
"You are about to see genius at it's finest." he smirks as he shoves the Marauder's map in his pocket and gestures in the direction of his latest creation."He'd received inspiration from an old muggle cartoon that Jordan had told him about, where a character had dropped honey and feathers on their enemy. Getting the honey from the House Elves was easy enough, as for the feathers he'd had to wait a few weeks for those. The pillows, comforters and owls only loose so many feathers a day. The muggle fishing wire was set at ankle level, the first step for his master"
At that moment Rosier and Zabini round the corner. The honey falls in heavy buckets over their heads, the feathers float like powdered sugar on top of them.
The two look up quickly and see Sirius Black standing proudly in the middle of the corridor, arms crossed and his trademark smirk on his face"
"Black, you're dead!" Rosier screams. Zabini coughing up feathers draws his wand.""
Oh shit." Black laughs to himself before grabbing Amelia's hand and running around the corner.
There are spells ricocheting off of the walls as the two Slytherin boys fling curses in his direction.
He almost runs past a broom closet, but skids to a stop. He throws the door open, shoves Amelia into the closet and leaps in after her, loosing his footing and falling on top of her.
Where'd he go? Was Malfoy with him?" Zabini demands from outside the door a few""
At this point, who cares. I want this shit off me." Rosier mutters, venom is dripping from his voice. "We will get him later. He can only hide for so long. As for Malfoy, we can pull something on her."
"When the sound of the two boy's footsteps disappear, Sirius is surprised to hear Amelia burst out laughing and he can't help but join.
He has to admit that despite almost being hexed into oblivion, his prank was a classic, and Amelia being there to watch his genius plan at work was the cherry on top.
Slowly their laughter dies and Sirius finds himself looking down at Amelia. He takes in her features- her skin is almost flawless, except for a small pale freckle on her right cheek near her mouth, diagonal to the corner of her top lip.
He shifts his weight quickly, taking his body weight off her, he keeps his hands on either side of her head in a push up position and on his knees between her lips. He looks at her questioningly, tilting his head to the side.
Amelia doesn't respond, but she doesn't push him away, wide eyes looking him him knowingly.
He lowers his head towards hers, he hesitates for a a breath before pressing his lips against hers.
He feels her hesitate beneath him before her lips move against his. He wants nothing more than to deepen the kiss, but he feels her hands push against his shoulders.
He rolls off of her quickly and they both move to their feet.
"I'm sorry, Black. It's just." she hesitates meeting his eyes.
"It's just what?" he asks, brushing a strand of champagne colored hair from her face. Most of her hair had fallen out of her ponytail and is framing her face in what he can only think of as a sexy way.
She remains silent, he finds that she is thinking of an excuse.
"What is it?" despite the short kiss he feels as if his breath is already taken away.
"I just can't right now. Besides, aren't you with McKinnon?" she changes the subject.
Black wants to ask more, but the pleading look in her eye causes him to drop the thought. "We broke up a few days ago."
"So soon?"
Sirius can't help but laugh. "McKinnon and I have a complicated relationship. It has always been on again off again and." he pauses realizing that he is just digging himself a hole when he sees Amelia rolls her eyes.
She takes the opportunity to slide past him to the door.
He wants to stop her, but he doesn't.
The way that she apologized, the look in her big eyes saying so much more.
Sirius sighs as she slips through the door, leaving it wide open. Amelia Malfoy is an enigma; a beautiful, kind, funny, talented enigma that he wants. He'd never believed in that story about the original human having 4 eyes, 4 arms and 4 legs trying to find their other half.
To her relief, Sirius decides not to follow, and Amelia retreats to the sanctuary of the owlry. Soren, her barn owl, swoops immediately down from his perch and lands on her shoulder. Sensing her distress, he begins to run his beak through her hair. She smiles at the beautiful bird.
Other owls swoop down, landing on lower rafters and stones, one landing on her other shoulder. Soren shoots the other owls a reproachful look, but continues to preen Amelia's hair.
"At least you won't judge me for what I'm about to become." Amelia sighs as she strokes her owl softly.
Soren nibbles her knuckles affectionately.
"Such a stupid choice. Impulsive, selfish." she says out to the owls. She walks to edge of the owlry, ignoring the hoots of protests that the owls on her shoulders relay. Careful to avoid the owl pellets that litter the floors, she rest her elbows on the edge of what used to be a window and gazes out over the landscape.
"What do you think?" she asks Soren as he hops down from her shoulder and stands next to her. The owl moves his head beneath her arm, She laughs. The other owl who was perched on her shoulder lands on her opposite side, but with a warning look from Soren, simply settles himself with leaning against her arm.
"I see the rumors are true." a voice chuckles from behind.
She turns to see Remus Lupin walking across the owlry, the black owl that was leaning against her arm flies to him obediently.
"What do you mean?" she asks turning towards him.
"That you have a way with animals. Every bird in this place was looking at you, and it looks like Shaggy Dog has a thing for you too.""You named your owl Shaggy Dog?" Amelia asks.
"No. Sirius named his owl Shaggy Dog, mine is out of commission with a broken wing. She's with Hagrid now getting patched up."
Of course I would bond with Black's damn owl. Amelia mentally groans to herself.
Remus ties a message to the bird's ankle and releases it.
Amelia turns away and continues to look over the country side. She feels a jacket land over her shoulders as Remus stands beside her. "Sorry, you looked cold."
"Won't you be cold? It's not exactly warm out."
Remus glances up at the moon, it's almost full. "What can I say? I tend to run hot every now and then."
Amelia laughs. "Did Black teach you that line?"
Remus looks at her puzzled for a moment before he too burst out laughing. "No. I never really thought of it as a pick up line before. And Black wishes he were that clever."
Well thank you." she says softly as she wraps the jacket around herself.
Still concerned about Remus's well being. She sneaks a glance at him from the side of her eye. Remus is attractive; he has a square jaw and kind caramel colored eyes. His only flaw is the scar that runs down his jaw line another that she knows is on the other side of his face, that one is smaller and runs from his temple to just below his eye. Remus is on the thin side, tall and just a couple of steps above lanky. He looks pale, his eyes are rimmed with red, and there is a sound of exhaustion in his voice.
"So what brought you up here without a jacket and only a bunch of owls for conversation." Remus asks breaking the silence.
"Owls are exceptionally good listeners. Just wanted a place to think. It was a bit of an impulsive choice."
Remus hums. "Well I'll leave you alone to your thinking then, I didn't mean to interrupt."
Amelia turns and smiles at him. "It's alright, I was getting ready to leave anyway."
"You sure?""
Amelia nods. "Want to walk me back to the castle?" she asks.
Remus laughs. "Careful Malfoy, I don't want to be on Black's bad side."
Amelia shrugs off the comment."Are you alright, Lupin? You seem tired, you aren't getting sick are you?"
"Just going through a rough bit. It happens every now and then. Don't worry I'm not sick."
Amelia looks over at him again, but decides not to press
"The match went well." Remus says changing the topic.
She smiles at him. "It did, didn't it?"
"You destroyed Ravenclaw."
"I know."
"You're modest too."
She nudges him with her shoulder.
The two of them walk into the castle and she returns the boy's jacket.
"Thanks, Lupin."
"Anytime Malfoy, see you in Herbology."
"See you." Amelia walks down the hallway towards the Hufflepuff Common room. When
