Amelie couldn’t help but mirror her smile; the words making her eyes dance with brightness. “You know, I like your attitude. Most people wouldn’t be so optimistic about stereotypes, but you are. It’s so much more refreshing than most attitudes. And I do think I have more fun too, because I just want to live, I don’t need to be chained by stereotypes.” She said, feeling as though she finally met someone who wasn’t trying to just judge her, wasn’t trying to slap a simple sticker on her forehead. People had become so obsessed with themselves, with appearances that most didn’t even notice other people, but she was glad Sabrina did, because she was such a nice girl. “I know! I am most definitely not easy. I want to find someone who’s right for me, not just any random guy.” She said, knowing that she liked guys, she liked that safe feeling they brought with them, but she wasn’t going to give up her innocence to them, she could wait until she knew it was right. “I bet they chuckle when they know people like us get them, going out of our minds trying to understand it. I bet it’s the only joy they get.” She said sarcastically, although a light smile pressed on her lips. It was true, most of them seemed to lead lonely lives; that seemed what was destined for geniuses.

“I bet my grandmother would love to have your sister as her granddaughter, she just wants someone to pamper and I just really don’t care that much. Sometimes I let her dress me up for her fancy parties, but I absolutely hate puffy dresses.” She said lightly, hating when she tried to doll her up. It always ended with her in the highest heeled shoes possible and uncomfortable, ugly colored dresses. It was amazing how she hadn’t broken an ankle yet, although she usually had to soak them in warm water for a week, or they would swell up like a balloon. “I think it’s brilliant and we can make sure everyone can fit in, just not those snobs that grate on our nerves. Catchy name? Maybe our names put together or something?” she offered, knowing that she had creative juices, but she definitely wasn’t as artistic as her.

She nodded her head in understanding, knowing that she probably got the question a lot, just like everyone expected her to follow in her parent’s footsteps. “I think you’re right. You don’t need to make money to be an artist; you just need the passion and the talent. So then, what do you want to do to make money?” she questioned, knowing it was the worst question, most people hated it, because they were confused, they had no idea where their future was headed, what path they should walk upon. She laughed lightly, shaking her head in amusement, feeling her hair still clinging to her cheeks. “To be honest, you’re probably right. All those famous artists weren’t known until they died, sad really. I feel bad they were never able to see how many appreciated their art.” She said, hoping that it would never happen, that people would never die just to receive recognition, just to be remembered, to have their name on someone’s lips. “I plan on being an Auror, like my parents. I just feel like maybe I can make a difference, maybe I can save lives. It’s funny really, I worry about them so much, yet I want to be there too.” She said, staring up at the sky, letting the water splash against her face. “He really was, he kept me company when my parents were out on some mission. He would always try and teach me to play the piano, but I was so horrid. But, I can play a little now and it always reminds me of him.” She said with a grin, the bittersweet mixing with the sweet.

((OOC: Don’t worry about it, it happens. :] ))