* not just a pretty face {open}

[amelia]

Amelia Vanderbilt was not the type of girl you would suspect to be completely obsessed with Quidditch. She had beautiful long blonde hair, blue eyes and came from a family of wealth. She tended to take pride in her appearance (not as much as her best friend, Cecily, but still), although not in the way one would think. She didn't apply a ton of make-up each morning, nor did she really tend to her hair. The way Amelia attended to her appearance was mostly through eating healthy and keeping fit. She did wear make-up, but it was always only enough to enhance her features. She believed that using too much make-up only made you look trashy. Her style tended to be simple, classy and fashionable all at the same time.

Whenever someone inquired as to what she did for a living, they were often surprised when she informed them that she worked at Quality Quidditch Supplies in Diagon Alley - unless, of course they had seen her play Quidditch herself when she had played as a Chaser on the Slytherin Quidditch team during her schooling years. People weren't just surprised due to the misleading nature of her appearance, but the were also surprised by the fact that she had decided to work for a living when her parents had quite a admirable amount of money to support her.

Amelia liked supporting herself. Sure, her parents had helped her out with the apartment in London that she shared with Cecily, however, after the apartment had been purchased Amelia was able to support her life by herself. She had been shopping for a new broom one day and had noticed a job advertisement on the window of Quality Quidditch Supplies and applied right then and there. Her father wasn't too pleased that his daughter would be selling the luxurious broomsticks that he would purchase in the future, he said it was beneath her...she accepted the job when the owner had offered it to her in the next couple of days. She no longer took orders from her father, she had become her own person now.

The young blonde had worked her way up to the assistant manager position and enjoyed working at Quality Quidditch Supplies very much. Amelia didn't want to work in the shop for the rest of her life, but she was content for the time being. However, today she was going about her normal duties in the shop and was restocking the shelves of new items to purchase.

[chi]

Blaine could not have possibly felt more out-of-place in the wizarding world. After spending four years in Azkaban, finally being free just seemed.. weird. He hadn't seen daylight since the day of the Battle of Hogwarts, having been confined to his prison cell for so long. He was one of the only Death Eaters who had survived and many were surprised that he hadn't been driven to insanity. Heck, even he was surprised that he was still very much alive. Other than being a lot thinner than before, he showed little to no signs of having been imprisoned for so long. All he had left were the memories, which he would be scarred with for life.

He was confused, to say the very least. He was living in one of the rooms at the Leaky Cauldron, which he paid off by carrying out duties around the inn: cleaning, bartending.. that sort of thing. It was pretty pathetic but Blaine didn't know what else he could do. Now that Voldemort was defeated, was he still a Death Eater? No, he couldn't be. And it's not like he could've just waltzed back into his parents' house to tell them he had returned. Everyone from his past hated him, he was sure of it.

The only person he sometimes thought of was his sister. They had been so close -- Blaine would even go so far as to say she had been his best friend -- but he knew he had let her down when he ran away from home, leaving just a note. He hadn't spoken to her since then, although he had saved her life during the Battle of Hogwarts. That had to count for something, right? Surely that was enough to make Amelia forgive him for what he had done? But whenever Blaine tried to put himself in the other person's shoes, he realised that he probably would have a hard time forgiving such a traitor.

Blaine sighed, as he heaved a large box onto his shoulders and carried it down to the pantry. He knew he needed to pull his act together and get a proper job. Blaine wasn't a religious person but he knew that whatever God there was must have given him another chance at life. The fact that he had survived Azkaban proved it. He was still as indecisive about his potential career as he had been when he was seventeen, but he knew he would figure something out eventually. He wasn't sure how good 'Ex-Death Eater' would look on his CV, though.

He started making his way back up the stairs, stealing a glance at his watch. He had been working all morning and he was exhausted. It was almost lunchtime and he was sure his boss wouldn't have minded if he took a quick break. He was a pretty easygoing guy, and Blaine was eternally grateful to him for his help. Usually, he didn't wander out of the Leaky Cauldron for his breaks, but today he needed some fresh air.

He kept his head down as he walked through the streets, hands buried deep into his pockets. He didn't want to be recognised. As he walked, he couldn't help but remember walking there when he was an eager eleven-year-old buying his school supplies. Life was so simple and carefree back then. He would have given anything to go back to those days, and possibly make different decisions to the ones he had already made. Life would have been better if he had never become interested in the Dark Arts.

He stopped in front of Quality Quidditch Supplies, smiling reminiscently as he remembered his days of playing Quidditch for the Slytherin team. He had only played chaser for a year, having dropped out the following year. Still, he had always enjoyed the sport.

He was about to keep walking when he suddenly spotted something through the window. Rather, someone. He could only see the back of her blonde head, but he instantly knew who it was. He placed a hand on the door handle, pausing hesitantly and wondering whether he should just keep moving. But he shook his head at the thought.. if he was going to try building his life back up again, he might as well start here. Slowly, he pushed open the door and walked in, unable to find the words to express how sorry he was.

STATUS finished
OUTFIT too lazy to make one, just look @ banner.
FEATURING amelia + blaine
NOTES sorry, this sorta sucks. haven't roleplayed in a while.
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showuser=24002]IRONICALLIZE_IT @ CAUTION 2.0 + coti-tastic for banner.

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