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[Amaya]

It was starting to get hot. Amaya wore a plain black tank top and white shorts that she would never have been caught dead in two years earlier. Her hair was pulled back into a mess she'd piled on top of her head without much thought. Her ace was absent of any make up and though she was still pretty for the most part there was an obvious dullness about her. Something no one could possibly have imagined when she was modeling.

It had been a very long time since she'd left Hogwarts for any length of time. She had taken to studying, blocking out people and ignoring her so called 'friends'. She was letting herself drown in the sorrow of a lost dream. It was hard not to cry but she hadn't cried once since she found out her mother's company was bankrupt. Not one tear fell for her lost job.

Now, she was slumped uncomfortably against the hard wood of a bench in front of the Three Broomsticks. Her head was leaned back and she was starring blankly at the sky which was blanketed with a layer of clouds that seemed to be rolling passed her slowly. The fog that surrounded her made her feel calm as she closed her eyes and enjoyed a rare silence of Hogsmeade.

[lucychiang]

(( her hair and light makeup look like her siggy ))

Lucy had gravitated more towards her sporty look she had before Amaya had made her over. However she had kept a love of skirts from that time never really going fully back to jeans and track bottoms.

The hot weather and her developing body meant she had more grown up clothes these days. Today she'd settled for the dark red Arsenal FC tank top. The teams away kit in a fitted tank top style and better suited for girls. Certainly more suitable than a replica shirt was.

She also wore a black flowing skirt with zip pockets which rested a few inches above her knees. The same type of material you'd make fleecy track bottoms from. Add in sensible trainers and her strappy hand bag and it showed just how she had developed over two years.

So she was in Hogsmeade having a few things acquired already. One parcel was something Michael had ordered from the local bookshop; a pavement slab sized book about duelling which was in a heavy paper bag with string handles. Then she had a general black denim bag she used as a general carry all bag and was slung over a shoulder. She certainly didn't look like a witch but only really did when in school robes or quidditch robes.

Seeing a forlorn looking Amaya she wondered if she could talk to her again. They'd argued when Lucy was a 2nd year and had drifted apart after that never reconciling. She wasn't sure how Amaya would see her now and she send a little wave her way to see if she would notice.

Lucy was feeling a bit nervous about this situation what whatever happened she'd know for sure where they stood now.

[Amaya]

Amaya's eyes remained closed. She could hear faint footsteps that told her she was not alone but she blocked out the sound and tried to fall asleep, not caring whether someone messed with her or not. If they did she would unleash her inner Slytherin and she was perfectly content doing so, at least it was sort of emotion. She so rarely felt anything anymore.

She could feel the tears coming on and knew she needed to stop thinking about how terrible her life is and focus on something else. This is where school came in. She was going over dates for History of Magic like it was the lyrics to one of her songs. It came naturally to her and proved she needed to spend less time studying.

[lucychiang]

Both these girls had hellish periods in their life. Lucy had mostly recovered but the nightmares occasionally returned and she woke up in bed shaking on occasion. She still mistrusted boys and the way the vast majority of them behaved she'd still be very cautious and selective. She was still a lesbian and her affections gravitated to girls. The damage those boys had done to her would never be forgotten so boys had to prove themselves to her. Something most of them still didn't understand.

Amaya wouldn't have seen her anyway but she continued to approach. In the classes they did share she was sharp eyed enough to notice how distant Amaya was getting and drifting further away from how she was when they were friends.

Was that part of them growing up or was there another reason? She didn't know just yet but she'd hold out the hand of friendship once again. "Amaya?" she asked even if the older witch didn't want to look at the world round her.

[Amaya]

Her name echoed to her from the direction of the footsteps Amaya had been avoiding with her mind. It took every last ounce of energy in her not to explode at the semi-familiar voice. She didn't answer for few minutes maybe hoping the voice and footsteps were her imagination, or that they would go away thinking she'd fallen asleep. But the footstep did not retreat and Amaya was curious to see who it was despite her attempts at isolation. She looked up and saw Lucy, "What?" She asked in a snide, condescending tone.

[lucychiang]

Lucy hadn't expected a full Slytherin condescending tone and almost stepped back slightly. However she stood her ground. She'd started of her schooling as an innocent model Hufflepuff. Now she was closer in personality to a Slytherin at times given she'd had to rebuild her life and create a new personality in St Mungo's prior to her 2nd year and wouldn't buckle so easily.

"Is that really all you have to say to me Amaya? Did something die that day at the White Tomb?" she asked still standing there. Her tone in contrast was softer and showed a bit of warmth but she wasn't going to be pushed around.

Lucy remembered that day fairly clearly but time had softened some of the details. They'd argued and agreed to disagree. Then they never talked again to each other and Lucy had lost the link to the girl she first felt real affection for. Her first lesbian crush. That had hurt so much and after the second failed crush she did wonder if she could deal with another one.