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[It's the season of summer and that means no school, high temperatures, clear skies, sandy beaches, and a shimmering ocean.

Well, those last few things apply to Amelia right now who has just recently... ah, tied the knot. In short, it's been an interesting past few months, but right now it's time to relax and her teacher has graciously provided a spacious beach house on a private beach. He gets around.

Amelia Steinbeck is out on the balcony, her engagement and wedding ring on her fingers shine in the noonday sun looking out at the beautiful view of the ocean looking a bit in awe.

Well, actually change that last name to West...
]

You know, sometimes I still can't believe we've made it this far.

((OOC: For timeline reference takes place after this thread.))
recluserose: All LA/PB icons by <user name="feline_fatale" site="http://feline-fatale.insanejournal.com">; Bridget Regan (No thank you)
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[Well, things never go as planned do they?

Amelia is in somewhat of a bind. Well, almost a literal bind. A trip to a colleague's (who happened to be a wizard who specialized in magical plants and potions) has lead up to these events:

1) Her being a murder witness to the poor guy at the hands of a few werewolves. Blood and fur everywhere. Wizards and witches may be powerful, but even physical brute strength can get the best of them.
2) Being overcome by said brute strength despite her fighting back and trapped in the house by a magical vine cage that neutralized her magic.
3) Now being watched by at least three werewolves while five more are outside thinking of a plan to deal with the Emerald Witch and the notes that they took from the dead wizard.

This was all very troubling. Amelia sits on a stool, arms crossed and tapping her foot. The werewolves guarding her give off a low growl (they looked mostly human, but since there was no one normal around their animal claws, eyes, fur, and tails were quite visible).

They look... hungry. Amelia raises a brow.
]

Now, don't give me that look. If I'm going to get a scratch on me, it's not going to be from any of you.

Don't be smart with us witch! We get to choose what to do with you once our business is done!

[Suddenly on a table nearby, the cellphone they took from Amelia is vibrating. The werewolves blink and Amelia stands up as if trying to see who's making the call. Of course one of the guards looks at it and answers the phone instead.]

Wrong number.
recluserose: All LA/PB icons by <user name="feline_fatale" site="http://feline-fatale.insanejournal.com">; Bridget Regan (If you say so...)
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[Advanced Placement tests are just around the corner and that means Amelia has to come home a little later than usual due to holding review sessions at school. It was one of the few times in her life where she felt like getting a migraine from having to go over lines from Paradise Lost or the symbols and language of Moby Dick, or the extensive relationship between the characters in Wuthering Heights.

Just ENOUGH already! She wanted to go home and rest peacefully as usual! But when walking up to her door and about to turn the knob, it hits her that going home isn't 'the usual' anymore.

For the first time in a long while she knows someone is waiting for her.

Not letting her tired and irate mood get to her, she enters.
]

I'm home!
recluserose: All LA/PB icons by <user name="feline_fatale" site="http://feline-fatale.insanejournal.com">; Bridget Regan (Listen to your heart)
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((ooc: AU based on this thread... but BEFORE that thread if that makes sense tl;dr))

[Amelia's home is quiet because obviously Amelia herself is missing from it. It's been a few hours from this world's perspective since she's last left...

Then suddenly there is a flash of green light and Amelia appears clinging to [livejournal.com profile] spellbent and they look worse for wear, especially her. Her hair's undone, her glasses are missing, and generally she's just recovering from a very harrowing situation.

But she seems to be more concerned for her guest than herself.
]

We made it! Just in time too. [She still seems to be giving off an emerald green glow... They really were lucky.]

Warren, you're not hurt anywhere are you?

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