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[buff_hufflepuff]

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.

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[buff_hufflepuff]

[OOC: I WOULD HAVE SEX WITH HIM, LIKE, FIVE TIMES *EVERY NIGHT* FOR THE REST OF MY LIFE. LMAO.]

*nudges her* Don't laugh at the pain I had to suffer from listening to that three times more than everyone else!

Yeah, watch, you'll probably find them all again in the most randomest place.

[buff_hufflepuff]

Threw them out? Aw, c'mon, that's like... against the parent code of law!

[buff_hufflepuff]

*frowns slightly and looks at her*

... why not?

[buff_hufflepuff]

*looks away, embarrassed*

Oh. Right. Sorry.

[buff_hufflepuff]

*flustered. pushes the book closer to her so she has better access and fiddles with his tie*

[buff_hufflepuff]

*looks sad suddenly*

Amelia Bones.

[buff_hufflepuff]

*chews lip*

She's... sort of sick. I'm just worried about her.