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Amelia couldn't be more relieved to be out of the house for a while. Last summer, their first summer alone in the decent sized Bones estate after the death of her parents, had been hell. Every nook and cranny reminded her of her parents and the memories they had shared in the house. As nice as it was to spend some private time with both of her brothers, fact remained that the halls were eerily quiet without the presence of their parents.

This summer had been no different. Last year they had all stayed away from the kitchen as much as possible, as if by unspoken agreement. Their mother had always been in the kitchen, and Amelia experienced a pang of regret every time she entered the kitchen to see a big empty table, where her mother was supposed to sit. The same went for her father's chair, his cigars still neatly laid out on the small table beside it.

But this summer Oliver had been adamant. As soon as Edgar and Amelia had arrived home, Oliver had sat them down and declared in his oldest-sibling voice that it was time for them to face the facts. They spent the next few weeks going over all their parents' stuff together. Painful moments had been shared, as well as nostalgically happy ones, and by the end of it Amelia had felt as if she had been wrung out emotionally. It had been good for them, she knew, but it didn't change the fact that for the moment anything concerning her family wanted to make her run in the other direction.

Wandering around Diagon Alley, Amelia took her time looking in various shopping windows, just enjoying a day out but not really taking in anything she was seeing. She found herself randomly entering a brightly lit shop, smiling at the various items on display before suddenly crashing in to someone. "Oh!" she said, trying to regain her balance and blushing slightly in embarrassment. "I'm sorry. I wasn't paying attention."