"The sun goes down the same as it did before
The roses die as their petals fall to the floor
The opera was always an awful bore
So don't blame me

You poetry was never in vast supply
So if you're less than inspired, I wouldn't cry
Your broken heart is hardly the reason why
So don't blame me

You weren't as good at dancing as you evidently thought
You swear that you were charming once, I promise you were not
So if you're treated badly now, I'd scarcely be surprised
You're seen for what you really are, it's time you realized
If you feel you're finally going gray
You were a long time ago, that should make your day
You dog was never your best friend anyway
So don't blame me

You've never thought of anything original before
So why should you be startled if you can't think anymore
And getting out of bed is now a challenge on its own
And eating's even harder, I don't care, leave me alone
I know a woman's power is undenied
And if I ruined your life I'd be filled with pride
Yet I could not harm you even if I tried
So don't, don't don't blame me
Don't blame me"

Quinn had been found that morning. The Death Eaters had fled the scene, leaving his body in pieces for the Order to find. He was cremated.
Amelie shook her head sadly, stepping away from the gravestone and setting her guitar to the side. It was a small service for his memory. To the world, Quinn Black had left the Black Dahlia to pursue a solo career. But they new. The Order. The three remaining members of the band.
He was dead.
As hard as she tried, Amelie couldn't stop the grief. The two other girls had always hated him, scorned him for his arrogance and vanity. But to her, he'd always been a close friend. He had his flaws, too many to count, but still.
Amelie sniffled and swallowed back the lump in her throat. It wouldn't do to cry. What would it fix? she thought with a scronful twist of her lips. There was so much happening in her life now, and if she didn't handle it... well, she didn't want to think what would happen if she couldn't.
Ai and Gemma were waiting impatiently at the cemetary gates, black limosine running behind them. Amelie nodded at the driver, her mouth set in a grim line, as she slid in the back.
Ai followed her and soon did Gemma.
"This sucks," Amelie murmured, her short white-blonde hair mussed and falling into her bloodshot eyes.
"Yeah, you tell me," Ai said glumly. "We're in the middle of a tour and now we have no drummer."
"My god, you can be so insensitive some times," the blonde yelled suddenly.
"What? It's not like he was even a person," Gemma said. "He was a horrible... it. It's not our fault you're too blinded to see that."
"Whatever."
She turned to the window, staring out at the rapidly passing landscape, lost in thougt. Magic. Magic had started this whole problem. Killed her family. Killed one of her closest friends. She wanted nothing to do with it. If things kept going on the way they were, everyone close to her would end up dead, including her. But... If she gave up magic... Wouldn't it be like giving up a part of her? It would leave her defenseless...
Her thoughts trailed off as Ai waved an insistent hand in front of her face.
"Hey, hey! Earth to Autumn!!! Anyone in there?" she called.
"Hmm? Wha?" she said distractedly, turning glazed eyes on her asian friend.
"Listen, I'm sorry if I sound harsh. I wasn't close to him, and I know you were. But we still have things to deal with. We can't just give up the tour. Think of the fans!"
She had to smile slightly at that. She loved the fans. "Well, that's kind of hard when we have no drummer."
"I wonder if Hogwarts has any hot male drummers," Gemma said thoughtfully, curling a lock of black hair around her finger.
Ai glanced at her sharply in surprise. "Wow, just wow."
"What?"
"Well, you just said something brilliant for a change."
"Oh," she beamed. "Thanks... Wait a minute. Hey!"
She grabbed the pillow from behind her head and threw it at a laughing Ai.
"Took you long enough!" Ai chuckled as she threw her own pillow at the fuming girl.
Amelie sighed, trying her best to ignore the fighting. They were nearing Grimmauld Place, and she wasn't really in the mood for socialization. Hopefully she'd get a few hours to herself before she was forced into a training session with the snarky bastard, Snape. She scowled.
She was really beginning to hate magic.

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