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"Ohhh." he said softly now understanding fully why she'd been in tears that night. "I can see why ye'd be home sick with thet." He could too, even though he didn't have any siblings, something as precious as his favorite stuffed animal had to hurt not being there with her brother. Putting one arm around her he held her close as she continued to speak. Middle child? He didn't recall her saying she had an older sibling, she had a sister apparently. Maybe he just missed it, or it had slipped her mind, but he didn't ask. "Mebbe write him letters about what ye are learning here and even feeding the ducks." he said softly. Would that help her? He wasn't sure, he knew that he'd love letters like that if it were him. But that was because he loved hearing of adventures!
A smile appeared again as she said she was glad she'd been transfered because then she'd met Isaac, shaking his head though when she said she'd stop talking, "No, I want te hear about this, and whenever yer sad, hurt, worried, happy. Anything!"
Slipping his arm back out as she handed him her hand. Gently he started prodding as lightly as he could, to check for broken bones, "I think it's jus' really bruised, mebbe we should go te the kitchens te get some ice?" Bending her fingers really slowly and gently he looked up to see her face to see if she showed any pain.
"I dunno, I thought I did fairly poorly allowing te many quaffles in" he said shrugging. "Mebbe Keeper isn't fer me."
"Yeah. I wrote to my parents about it, and how he'd been sleeping. Apparently Harper's taken to sleeping with a new plushy that I had in my room, and insisted that 'Melia keep wabbit. Be's safe,'. Sometimes his adorableness amazes me. And being so young he can't really understand letters, and my parents don't have much time to read them to him, so instead I've been sending him pictures. That way he doesn't need to get someone to be with him to look at or read them. And I've been writing stuff down in a journal so that I can tell him all about it when I go home," which she kind of couldn't wait to do. She wanted to be able to pick her little brother up and hug him tightly before pinching his little cheeks. That would probably be the first thing she did actually.
"I may leave out the ducks, though. He's terrified of them. Apparently Alexis was too. But that can neither be confirmed nor denied so I think I'm just going to say that he's a bit weird for that. It's cute though because we have some ducks on our property and he toddles away from them as fast as he can. Even the small little ducklings," Amelia told Isaac, with a small laugh as she leaned into him. "It's cute though, especially when he begs me to pick him up so that they can't get him. Apparently being big sister also means being his protector when no-one else is around to do it," why she was telling Isaac all of this she didn't know. But he had said he didn't mind hearing it, and that he wanted her to tell him things so she would. Plus she liked talking about her family.
The prodding didn't hurt too much, but it still caused Amelia to wince slightly. When Isaac began to push on her fingers though her immediate action was to hiss in pain. That hurt.
"I don't know if I want to go to the kitchen. I've had enough of being inside. Especially with Herbology. Why the professor thought that having a plant that's on fire in the greenhouse was a good idea I'll never know, but I absolutely hate fire you know?" Amelia explained, going further into things than she probably needed too. But apparently today babbling would be her specialty.