Always Giving A Helping Hand

Amelia always studied in the duelling arena now so the PA members could find her easily. She was always open for helping anyone the older students and the younger ones. She was their leader. Leading wasn’t just ordering around but adapting and compromising. She also understood some of the younger ones had confidence issues or didn’t like large groups, so she’d met them privately. She also understood that some of the older ones were very busy and could only do things when they could. Which she never had an issue with. She was busy herself.

She did feel like no one appreciated her though. Not once had anyone said thank you or apologize for being late or not showing up at all. She felt like she was being used over and over, again and again. It drove her batty sometimes. People wondered why she would escape sometimes. She loved leading the PA though. She was doing things her own way, she could see a slight improvement but maybe that’s just her.

Quelyn Werther, had missed the first meeting of PA, as she had been stuck unconscious in the hospital wing. So she had gone looking for the leader of the group. The eleven year old had been told she could be found in the dueling arena, and the one who had told her this was right, because in front of her. "A-amelia," she spoke quietly, "I-i'm sorry I-i wasn't t-there a-at the m-meeting. I w-was in the h-hospital w-wing. But, I would still like to learn." She spoke with a slight stutter though it wasn't as bad as it normally was. "C-could you p-please h-help me, and my friend?" she asked quietly

Dakota Snowden had been hiding slightly behind Quelyn quietly as the younger girl spoke to Amelia. She was the only person Dakota really talk to aside from her brother, even though Nick had broken Quelyn's heart. "H-hi," She whispered quietly when Quelyn mentioned her, with a slight wave. She moved so she was even more hidden by the girl not wanting to be around people, they normally made fun of her. "I'm s-sorry w-we a-are b-bug-ging y-you." She said peeking around Quelyn at Amelia.

Amelia watched as a young girl approached her. If her memory served her right she was a first year Ravenclaw. She tried to keep tract of everyone in the PA. She knew who the first years were due to perfect duties were. She really did try her best to know everyone. But she still wasn’t great with names.

“That’s fine. As long as you’re feeling better. I’d delighted to do so,” said Amelia in a cheerful tone. She knew how scared she was upperclassmen as a first year. She wanted to make the girl fell welcomed. It was just her way of dealing with people. She smiled at the other girl.

"Yes I'm feeling much better," Quelyn said giving the girl a half smile. "And Thank you for doing this for me." She looked over her shoulder at Dakota, "Oh and I'm Quelyn, T-this is D-dakota, she's v-very shy, but she will get better around you. s-so will i." Quelyn didn't consider herself shy in the same since that Dakota was. She was scared, scared everyone would be like her father, scared the good would go away. Amelia seemed good to Quelyn, she had to be since she was the leader of PA.

Amelia just smiled. She had to remind herself not to get overly excited or loud. She needed to be calm and collective. She had to remind herself to try not to scare them away. She needed to get as many people to stay in the PA as possible. If she could teach them in the PA she could help make sure they stayed alive.

“So what can I help you with?” asked Amelia. She resorted her books. She pulled out the old books that her godfather had given her. She used that for reference when it came to the PA over her textbooks. Textbooks were boring, these notebooks were not.