Amanda's New Apartment

Amanda sighed, and left a note for Olivia.

Dear Livvy,

I want you to owl by every other frigin day.

I will come atfer you if you don't.

With stalker-ish tactics,

Amanda.

Amanda rounded up all of her stuff, and Pinkie, (who was scratching the couch) and appartated into her new dorm.

Amanda sat at her desk, busily scribbling on a piece of paper, her elbow close to knocking down the large piles of highlighted notes and pieces of writing beside her. Amanda had been working extremely hard with her studies in college that year, and had been able to do very well in her English classes. The only issue, was that because she never took Arithmacy in Hogwarts, she had the math education of a sixth grader. Her second semester of college was just full of math classes she tried to catch up on, thank god she didn't want to do anything associated with math for a living.

She sighed, putting down the pencil, and slipping the piece of paper under the pile of paper. She reached for another, but a thought occurred to her. ...Wait, page 550? That means, I'm done. A grin of a six year old in a candy store spread across Amanda's face, and she grabbed the folder, holding it tightly in her arms. After checking Pinkie had fresh food and water, she apparated to her college friend's mother's publishing business.

As Amanda was feasting on some Chinese noodles, a thought that had been planted her head head and forgotten for several years began to reek havoc once again. I've got everything I need! Education, a soon to be job... And... and a few friends... and...Nothing more than a strict business-esque life. Sure, Amanda had her college friends she'd pull study all nighters with, but what happened when school ended? Just like Hogwarts ending all over again. She'd have no one. Unless... Unless... Amanda slowly got up, and went to her desk, that had been untouched still so the papers were still everywhere messily. But the book's stack of papers was gone, so that helped. Kind of.

She began writing quickly, her girly, cursive-ish handwriting appearing on the page.

Dear Wallace,

We have unfinished business to attend to, and by that I mean a question you never answered. Come to my apartment as soon as possible.

Amanda Potter.

Sure enough, the next day, Amanda's doorbell rang. Over and over and over...

Amanda rolled off of the couch, annoyed at her alarm. Damn. Postal Workers never take no for an answer. Throwing her hair into a messy, but kind of cute, pony-tail, Amanda answered the door in her short sleeved t-shirt and short-short pajama bottoms. "Hello?"

Immediately, Amanda was - for lack of a better word - glomped by a wailing platinum-blonde woman in her teens or so. "You're Abada, ared't you?!" she cried.

Amanda's eyes widened, and she stepped back, still in the bear hug of this stranger. Who the hell... "Um, yes, I'm Amanda Potter."

The woman wrapped her arms around Amanda's neck even tighter. "I'b so sorry! You're dot hurd, righ'!? Well," Sniffle, "He didn' kill you, obvioushly..."

Amanda jaw dropped. Wallace's mom!? How can she look twenty and have him how would that--- vampirism. "No-no, the bite marks healed after a month... Um, not to be rude, but why exactly are you here?" Amanda wished she didn't say that. This woman could be like Wallace, or be an insane killer. But from the way she was acting now, the latter seems highly unlikely.

Wallace's mom pulled away, keeping her hands on Amanda's shoulders, staring up into the girl's face. She sniffed again. "I god your ledder! I-I'b sorry, was thad rude!?"

"O-oh... I was going to ask Wallace something, did he move out?" Amanda felt bad, her letter probably sounded like she was going to expose Wallace's attack or something.

"He's still ad school, I'b sorry! Please dod't tell anybody about us! I mead, the headbaster dew, bud... They dod't consider us hubad! You DOW about the prejudice agaidst half-bloods! Or is dat over dow...?"

"Oh..." Amanda voice dropped, as she looked down, avoiding his mother's direct eye contact. "I'd never tell anyone. I had something much more important to ask him... Can you just tell him I need to talk to him when he comes home?"

"I dod't dow, I had edough of a tibe trying to get the school to take hib in the first place! It was awful!" She just continued with her rambling. "Beigs, they call us! Nod eben wizards!"

"I-I think your wizards. Could I just have his address then, so, I could sent him a letter?" Amanda was trying to avoid anymore tears.

"Id's a good thing his father's a full-fledged wizard, though, I doubt we'd have had a chants! What did you say, dear?"

"M-may I have his address? I just, have a question to ask him."

"Oh, ub... Certainly!" She grabbed Amanda's wrist, taking a hot-pink sharpie out of her back pocket and scrawling the address on her arm. Pff, teenagers.

Amanda smiled, "Thank-you, Mrs. Vainglory." Amanda was a bit annoyed though, sharpie ink is really hard to get off of skin. "I think you guys deserve not to have to be so hidden."

"I'b still sort of paranoid... The past few years haven't been a cakewalk, even with the... the main source gone."

"The main s---oh. Yeah, everything is still trying to die down, but for the most part it has."

"I know, but, we just cad't afford to take any chances." She shrugged.

Amanda nodded. "Yeah, that's true."

Wallace's mother wiped her eyes on her bare arm. Didn't do much good. "I'b sorry about what he did! He's still... He's still young, and... you know, they're bad at controlling things!"

Amanda sighed, and finally made eye contact with his mother. "I forgave him already. He begged me to leave, but I thought I'd be able to break through. But, I didn't."