Amelia was a bit out of sorts lately since everything had happened. It seemed she had even lost touch with Gellert and Albus, which was to be expected. After all, she had been seeing Harry's son. That seemed to be a conflict of interest after all. But she owed it to herself to go out and do something, instead of just moping around and sleeping.
She made her way to Gellert's cottage, and was a bit nervous at first. She wasn't sure who all would be there. She wore a nice pair of jeans and red v-neck shirt and had even managed to curl her hair, since she really wasn't sure how she was supposed to be dressed and hoped this was neither too dressy or too plain. She knocked on the door, loud enough for someone to hear but without being persistent and waited for an answer.