Amos is sitting against the wall of a corridor, flicking his wand lazily to place pictures in a sort of scrapbook he's created for Amelia. He stares at a particular one he was showing Bertha earlier and sighs softly.
I, my friend, have the answer to your problems. *pulls out bottle of Felix Felicis that Amelia gave him for Christmas* I can't think of a more perfect time to use it.
You two are adorable. *glances back at Amos* So what happened to you? *half-hearted smirk and fiddles with something in his pocket*.
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Yeah, we were.
... I got gorgeous, that's what happened.
*raises eyebrow* What're you messing around with in there?
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I, my friend, have the answer to your problems. *pulls out bottle of Felix Felicis that Amelia gave him for Christmas* I can't think of a more perfect time to use it.
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...
*GRINS*
I'd hug you right now, but you're a poof and would probably get off on it.
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I want her back too, y'know. Maybe...this way we'll get lucky.
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Of course you do. *nods, excitement dying down a bit* Hopefully.
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