The Kids Aren't Alright || Amelia

[Alfred F. Jones]

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[attr="class","gold"]Amelia Fitzgerald

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I never thought I'd see

Alfred hummed as he balanced his broom against his shoulder. Amelia had asked to meet him to do some extra practice on the Quidditch pitch today, and Alfred had happily obliged. There were few things Alfred enjoyed more on Saturdays than a good round of Quidditch.

It would just be the two of them for today. Opposing teams rarely practiced together after all, and this was not something Alfred intended to jeopardize. Alfred was quite intent on carrying Slytherin to winning the Quidditch Cup this year, and given how stellar their team was, Alfred had little doubt that he would succeed in that goal.

Perhaps it was odd then, that he would practice Quidditch with Amelia, but she was his half-sister, and over the years Alfred had grown quite fond of her. He could quell their Gryffindor-Slytherin animosity for an afternoon. Besides, it wasn’t as if he had another team practice he had to attend to.

There was, however, another quite interesting matter that had arisen on yesterday’s Quibbler issue. Alfred had it tucked under his arm for Amelia to read, assuming she hadn’t done so already. Once Alfred had warmed up to Amelia, it hadn’t taken him all that long to realize that both of them shared one crucial interest—aliens. Their obsession had been one of the quickest roads to their friendship, and both of them were part of Alfred’s Alien Terrestrials Club. They had pored over conspiracy theories together in the library until being shooed outside on several occasions. It was one of Alfred’s most cherished memories with his sister, and she was always the first one he would bring any news to.

This incident was no different, and Alfred was quite eager to obsess over the details of it. Some might have scoffed at Alfred’s readings of the Quibbler (and indeed a great deal of it seemed like nonsense), but it was one of the few news sources in the Wizarding World that endorsed the idea of aliens. It was true that many alien sightings could be chalked up to wizard activity, but there were always those unexplained events. Besides, who were they to assume they were alone in the universe?

At any rate, it was certainly something worth discussing with Amelia as they warmed up today. They both liked to chatter after all. Sometimes they were so similar it was almost scary—between comics, aliens, and Quidditch, the two of them could probably talk a whole day away. Then again, Alfred mused, he was also quite capable of doing that with anyone who could bear to listen to him.

It hardly mattered. Alfred turned to the Quidditch pitch. It seemed like Amelia wasn’t there yet, so Alfred busied himself getting ready, setting down his broom, the Quibbler, and the box of Quidditch balls he’d borrowed from Professor Cooper. It would mostly be a fun practice since it was just the two of them, but Alfred and Amelia could get quite competitive. He just had to hope that this time, Amelia wouldn’t aim a Bludger at his face.

Ah well, that was the price of having a sibling, wasn’t it?

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[Amelia Fitzgerald]

There were a lot of things that Amelia enjoyed around Hogwarts, but Quidditch was near the top of the list if not the absolute top. The girl loved being on a broom, and no matter how she felt - Sad, worried, frightened, angry - being in the air almost always made her feel better. There was something freeing about it, even if there was a marked difference between her position as a Beater and when she flew around the pitch just to let off steam. Her beater's bat gave her the opportunity to let off steam too. She was on her way out to the Quidditch Pitch for Quidditch practice with Alfred, which might seem a bit strange when one considered that Amelia was a Gryffindor and Alfred was a Slytherin. The fact that they were brother and sister, however, overrode this.


"Holy crappola I'm late. I hope he hasn't been waiting for too long. Can't let him get started without me." Amelia grinned. In all honesty, she was just excited to spend some time with one of her big brothers - but there was an element of truth to what she was saying. He might be her brother, but he was still on one of the competing teams. She didn't want him to get in a few minutes of extra practice without her, because what if those extra few minutes of practice allowed him to do better for his team and allow Slytherin to beat Gryffindor? She wouldn't stand for that. Admittedly she would concede defeat if Slytherin actually did win (though she would still be upset, admittedly), but she wanted to know that she put in as much effort as she could to get there.


When Amelia made it out to the pitch at last, she was somewhat dejected to see that Alfred was already waiting for her. She hoped he hadn't gotten started without her. When on closer inspection it didn't look as though he had, she let out a sigh of relief. "Good, you didn't get started without me. That would be cheating. ..whatcha got there?" She'd spotted the issue of the Quibbler lying with the rest of the items that Alfred had gotten out, and it immediately caught her attention.


The Quibbler, of course, stood out. He hadn't brought an issue of the Quibbler out to the Quidditch pitch with him for no reason. And now she was eager to see exactly why. She'd read more than enough issues of the Quibbler to know that the Quibbler printed fantastical stuff..some admittedly unbelievable, some just a tad paranormal. And as it so happened, Amelia and Alfred both shared an interest in subjects that often found their way into the Quibbler...

[Alfred F. Jones]

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I never thought I'd see

Alfred was honestly considering just hopping on his broom and doing some warm ups since Amelia hadn't shown up yet. It wasn't entirely unjustified, and besides, Amelia had a penchant for coming late. Still, Alfred hoped she hadn't forgotten or willfully abandoned him. Alred rather disliked being the one stood up (and if he'd known, would likely have not shown up himself, just to prove a point).

Still, Alfred had nothing to worry about as Amelia came flying (figuratively) onto the pitch. His spirits brightened immediately. He had carved out this time to spend with her after all, and he really did want to talk to her. Amelia was more or less co-Head of the Alien Terrestrials Club with him after all. They were beyond impassioned, particularly compared to some of their bemused friends that had been coerced into joining. Not that Alfred himself cared too much.

"It's not cheating if you show up late," Alfred said, amusement scrawled across his face. Not that he wasn't guilty of the same thing at times. That had been mostly curbed since Ludwig had given him a lecture on what being a Captain meant at the beginning of the year.

Alfred lit up when Amelia mentioned the Quibbler and he immediately turned around to grab it for her. "The latest edition of the Quibbler! It's pretty damn good this time around…they have their usual nonsense, but look at what they printed on page seventeen."

The spread covered a good three pages, much longer than the average Quibbler article. It was written by Augustine Delano, Alfred's favorite alien specialist in the Wizarding World. The Daily Prophet occasionally published his writing as well, but he'd often said that the Quibbler was more willing to give him room to expand on his works. There had been a UFO sighting last year in Arizona, which Delano described in detail. He covered the supposedly strange remnants left near the location, the U.S. government's sealing of the area and refusal to release more than a few indescriptive press releases, and the general bafflement of the Wizarding community. Most UFO sightings were relatively evidenceless, and no wizard or Wizarding government would allow for such remains to be found, Delano argued. MACUSA had even issued a statement saying that as far as they knew, no magic was involved with the sighting or the supposed remains.

Alfred certainly agreed, and his eyes shone as Amelia read the article. Unable to contain himself for very long, he finally blurted out, "Well? So? What do you think?" It was really quite possible that Amelia hadn't even finished reading yet, but Alfred didn't really want to wait. What he wanted was to hear Amelia's opinion-and optimally, her agreement.

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[Amelia Fitzgerald]

Upon hearing Alfred's defense, Amelia arched an eyebrow. Leave it to him to rub in the fact that she was late. She'd tried to get here on top, she'd just..gotten distracted and had lost track of time. This actually happened quite often, and was part of the reason why she wasn't doing so well in the classes that didn't hold her interest as much. She never much had to worry in Astronomy, where the stars could hold her attention, or Muggle Studies where Allen could always make things fun? Potions was probably one of her worst classes for this. And she couldn't even blame the teacher, because she loved the professor. She just struggled with the subject. She wasn't sure what she wanted to do with her life, but she did know that a lot of careers needed at least some background in Potions that went beyond OWL.

Before she could pout at Alfred too much, he showed her the latest issue of the Quibbler. She immediately turned to page seventeen and began reading. "An article by Augustine Delano? Oh, this should be really good, I can't wait! What did he find this time?" Amelia recognized the name immediately as well. She often found herself frustrated that those in the wizarding world passed off Muggle reports of aliens as being magic. Often they were, admittedly, but there were still events out that there could not be explained through Muggle or through wizarding means. What did that mean? Well jeez, the universe was huge..how could anyone think that Earth was the only planet with life on it out there? How silly!

What she read certainly had the hallmark of aliens. The wizarding community was just as puzzled as the Muggle one, which was always a good sign (at least in the alien hunting community). When she looked back toward Alfred, she was positively beaming with excitement and grinning from ear to ear. "I think it's definitely aliens. Wonder what they're hiding? Was it a crash landing like Roswell?" Like most alien enthusiasts worth their salt, Amelia had read up on Roswell on more than one occasion. She was grateful for the time that her mother spent in the U.S. before marrying her father, and that her mother had an interest in so many Muggle items..this was how she'd gotten her hands on a stuffed alien when she was a kid. She still had the thing too.

Too bad she hadn't brought it to Hogwarts. She'd thought it would be too embarrassing, but Alfred would probably find it neat! Or maybe he would tease her about it after all..probably for the best that she didn't bring it. Besides, they had something even better - They could discuss this potential alien sighting while practicing their Quidditch! It didn't get much better than that (and she wouldn't need Potions to go hunt aliens..there was an idea..)