RP: Amelia and Dorcas Who: Amelia Bones and Dorcas Meadowes Where: Hogwarts When: 7 November 2025, evening Summary: Amelia finds herself inexplicably in a Hogwarts corridor after being in the Ministry in 1982 only moments before; Dorcas comes across her.
It had been yet another late night for Amelia. There had been a fair few of those in the past year... no, more than a few. In the wake of the downfall of He Who Must Not Be Named, the bureaucratic nightmare that had ensued had seemed to drag on and on and on. The trials, oh Merlin, the trials. Amelia was beginning to feel some weeks as if her arse were permanently glued to her seat in the Wizengamot chamber.
It was, in the end, perhaps a very good time to be an ambitious workhorse within the Ministry, and Amelia felt as if she were truly being noticed. The sort of notice that she thought may serve her very well indeed in the event that, as he had threatened over and over and over again in the past year, her boss decided that retirement was a very appealing option.
As a result, it had been yet another long day of work, and yet another night leaving the Ministry with her arms loaded with files. And perhaps a touch of sleep deprivation that led to a stumble in the hallway outside her office, the files scattering at her feet.
Cursing under her breath, Amelia slid to her knees to gather them up - only to look up, startled, when she heard some strange sound. Only... she no longer saw the Ministry hallway. And when she looked down again, she no longer saw files. What she saw instead was a familiar floor, and around her, a familiar corridor - only it was one that she hadn't seen in a very, very long time.
Pulling her wand out of her robes, she rose to her feet, wary and confused as she tried to work out how on earth she had landed in Hogwarts. Perhaps she had been working too hard after all.