Who: Amelie and Pansy Parkinson What: Mother and daughter meet Where: Bungalow #2 When: After Amelie's arrival Rating: tbd Status: Complete
Amelie was trying not to pace. Was she expected to stay in this pathetic shack? And with two blokes? Looking around, it was already a mess. She wasn't going to clean up after them, or sleep in the bed besides theirs. One was a Weasley and the other Pucey. They, and everyone else, had seemed to have settled in nicely. Was no one trying to get back to civilization? Did no one have answers?
She was weary of the magical journal that sat on her bed. She had recognized her mother's handwriting, but her mother was in France. She wanted it to be her mother, but she was beginning to suspect it was all a trick. Done by the very same person who had brought her there. She couldn't take a day off of work, she had to be in the office. There was no time for this little vacation. Standing in the small bedroom, she looked around, not sure where to go or what to do. But she didn't like sitting around. There was so much to be done, but she didn't know where to start. She was going to give it another ten minutes and if her mother didn't come through that door, she was leaving.