"An open bar is the cure for many ills," Amelia said dryly. Merlin knew that it was true. An open bar helped her deal with her parents' constant expectations, and her boyfriend who was completely wrong for her, and the fact that her dreams were back so she wasn't sleeping again.
Being in this town set her on edge. There was too much negative energy flying around the place. There was too much possibility of destruction. The last thing she wanted was to feel responsible for another death that she'd somehow failed to prevent by not understanding her Sight. She'd carried the guilt about Cedric Diggory around for too long already as it was.
All Amy wanted was to continue being able to pretend that this gift, or whatever it was, didn't exist.