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PhoenixRising 
It didn't take Amelia too long to reach the large doors at the end of the Great Hall, where she found Laurel's (and her brother's) niece weeping at the bottom of the staircase. She had only met the girl a handful of times, most of which occurred this past summer, but she had told Aaron and Laurel she would look after her. And she was if nothing but true to her word.
"Emmeline," she said softly, unsure if she should take a seat beside her. But finally decided to just do so and hope for the best. She removed a handkerchief from her robe pocket to hold to the young girl figuring it best to start there and waited.
Silent sobs continued to pour down her face as she sensed, and felt how someone sat down on the stairstep beside her. Emmie did not immediatly turn her teary eyes towards the person, but kept her head down in her hands and her hair as a veil when she heard the voice. At least it wasn't another student but an adult was no better, could even be worse.
Pushing her dark hair out of her eyes, Emmie turned her head to look at who exactly was sitting beside her. Silently she accepted the handkerchief to wipe her tears away before she asked her swedish accent shining through in the scared tremor of her voice.
"Am I in trouble auntie Amelia for running out of the great hall? I just can't be an eagle, you know? Mummy wasn't one and neither was auntie Laurel or uncle Aaron." Technically Amelia wasn't her real aunt, but she was a bonus aunt. As a cat streaked into the entrance hall purring Emmie inched closer to auntie Amelia for support. Was the cat evil?