Amelia Bones (![[info]](https://www.insanejournal.com/img/userinfo.gif){kind=small} bonetopick) wrote in ![[info]](https://www.insanejournal.com/img/community.gif){kind=small} incipimusiterum, |
"Perhaps we need to get our mothers together because mine still thinks I am a terrible adult." In truth, they just had very different ideas on what a 25-year-old woman should be, and until Amelia was married with her second child on the way, it was doubtful she could go a day in her presence without hearing a lecture. And even then, Amy was sure that her mother would merely find new things to criticise her for. Yet she wasn't about to allow the Bones Matriarch to put a dampener on this day. Amelia trying to shove the underlying issues that fueled her words aside, with a reassuring smile for Fabian.
It was only once they'd set everything down that she was able to appreciate the setting. The lush grass, the sprawling lake that from here seemed to go on forever. Memories flooded her as, with hand on hips, Amy drank in the scenery. It had been a long time since she'd found herself staring at these shores, and she could almost hear the sound of the laughter that had erupted from a much younger version of herself. Edgar, Molly, Gideon and Fabs - the latter of whom would always grab her hand and pull her along to ensure she wouldn't double-back on them.
"Pretty sure I got burned just walking from Hogsmeade." Yet she didn't sound annoyed. She would challenge anyone to feel that way here, with the nature that surrounded them teasing her senses and, for once, allowing her to forget about the enormous pile of work she had waiting on her desk. "Why did we stop doing this?" Knowing the answer even as she asked it. They grew up, got jobs, got busy. She herself was almost never available. They left school and rushed into adulthood, yet forgot to take the time for things like this. Honestly, if they all weren't working in the same department... would they even see each other as much? She couldn't remember the last time she saw Molly and the kids, outside of them coming to see Arthur at work.
"I know, coming from me, that must sound ridiculous..." She had always been the one who had excuses for why she couldn't come. "But we really should make the time somehow... especially with... everything." Her recent brush with death, pushed to the forefront of her mind before she could shake it off. Amy then dragging her gaze from the lake to refocus on Fabian - pushing a smile into place.