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PV Mia Alexander


As usual, Amadea was in the study room. She usually didn't spend much time here, as it tended to get a bit crowded and rowdy, not a great atmosphere for being productive. Amadea slid her hand over the smooth cover of her textbook, tracing the letters on the cover. She loved studying and reading and getting things done, which was something not many other of her fellow students had shared with her. Fortunately, at this moment, no one else was in the study room so Amadea had all of the peace and quiet in the world to do what she wished with her time without any distractions.

Today though, she didn't have any work to do as she had finished it earlier. She decided to take out her folder with her music in it to see if she could do some editing and change the things she had been meaning to change. She pulled out her most recent piece, one she had began in the rehearsal room when she was going through one of her angsty overwhelmed moments. She took out a fresh sheet of paper to start copying the music because the written notes were slightly messy as she had been hastily writing. 

Halfway through the piece, Amadea looked up to see another student walking into the study room. Her first thought was, Oh great, but then she reminded herself that the study rooms were a public place and if she had wanted some peace and quiet she should have gone to her dorm room. Plus, she didn't have any really work to do. 

She moved some of her papers down, leaving the other girl some more room to put her things down. Amadea figured she should say something as not to be rude, because gosh a rude Hufflepuff was unheard of, so she slid her music folder closed and cleared her throat. "Hello," she said."How are you today?" Starting off with a nice conversation starter was good, right? she thought. It was always a safe bet, and it wasn't like the other girl could ignore her. Well, actually, the other girl could ignore Amadea if she wanted to, but Amadea decided to be optimistic and hope that the other girl didn't mind Amadea interrupting her study session. 

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Geez wow this is really bad I'm sorry.

 
Last edited by Amadea Campbell on 20th June 2018, 2:17 am, edited 2 times in total.

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Mia walked into the room, her mind racing. She had just come back from a particularly amazing Herbology lesson. They went into the water and gathered plants. it was beautiful out, and so everyone splashed and had a good time. Even Sorrel had fun. Throughout the lesson, the teacher acted like a little kid, bubbling over with excitement at every turn.

Mia set her papers down and looked around, unnerved. The usually packed study room was empty, except for a curly haired girl, smaller than even her. But apparently that wasn't unusual for Hogwarts. Mia had always been the pipsqueak in London and NYC, but here she was...well not tall. But taller. Taller than some of the boys. At Hogwarts, either someone was so tall it was almost impossible, or so short they looked like they were six. It must be the magic. Mia concluded, nodding her head and sitting down.

The girl across from her smiled, and cleared the table for Mia. Mia appreciated the gesture and plopped her textbooks, blue notebook, and folder down on the table with a satisfying PLOP. She then slid into her seat and opened the notebook hesitantly.

"Hello, how are you today?"

The girl looked at her, and Mia glanced around. After confirming that there were no teachers here, not even one, she turned to face the girl. In a second, Mia looked her up and down. She seemed vaguely familiar, but just vaguely. Suddenly it hit her. This was the girl from the Leaky Cauldron! There they had had a butterbeer (Mia had order some for the entire table) and shared a few laughs.

Mia smiled faintly at the memory. It had been fun, joking around with the girls, though one had seemed to be a total airhead. Val was her name? or Vergo? And Andy or Andrea, or something like that, the girl with the blond hair. This one was..Amanda? Amelia? Mia racked her brain. She usually was good at this, or as good as you could be when you were 11, but she couldn't seem to remember what this girl's name was.

Mia decided to just reply. The girl would recognize her sooner or later, and then they could share some laughs. Or return to their studies. Either one. Mia didn't really have that much work to do, she just had to finish up her Transfiguration homework, and that was easy. Boring, yes, but easy.

Mia brushed her hair out of her face and placed both hand neatly on the table, subtly raising herself to her full height, which, admittedly, wasn't that tall. But it was taller than the girl in front of her.

"I'm just fine. How are you?"

Mia looked down and made a show of opening her pencil case, when she caught sight of a scribbled on piece of paper. Were those notes? and lyrics? Mia was intrigued. She was a musical person, after all.

"If you don't mind me asking, what's that?"

Mia pointed at the piece of paper by the girl's hand, and then looked up at her with inquisitive eyes.

"Chocolate omnia constituit"
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Amadea hadn't actually looked at the girl until she looked up when the girl spoke back. At first, Amadea was speechless. This girl looked so familiar to her, but she couldn't place why. She racked her brain trying to figure out why her features seemed so familiar to Amadea, but couldn't figure out why. 

After a moment, though, it all clicked into place. This was the girl Amadea had met in the Leaky Cauldron so many months before when she was shopping for supplies in Diagon Alley. She had stopped at the Leaky Cauldron to order the infamous butter beer that she had heard so much about. Inside of the Leaky Cauldron, she had met the girl and a few other ones and the girl had ordered butter beer for their entire table. She seemed nice. 

Amadea remembered their conversation about Hogwarts and the future. She wished she remembered more about what they talked about; it would be interesting to see if their thoughts and wishes about the future had been correct or not. It also would have been helpful since Amadea couldn't remember her name. She remembered there was that other girl named Andy, and the short haired brunette named....Ari? Something short like that. But this girl...Amadea could not place her name. She knew it was something short, but nothing more than that. 

Maybe the girl would offer up her name when she replied to Amadea. Unfortunately she did not, and simply responded to Amadea's question. "I'm fine as well," Amadea responded politely, hoping she didn't sound too curt. It was hard for her to control the tone of her voice when she was busy in thought, partially trying to figure out the girl's name and partially trying to cover up her music. 

She didn't do a good job at either, as the girl then pointed to her music and asked what it was. There was no point in hiding it now. Amadea pulled out the sheet of music which she copying on to a fresh page and showed it to the other girl. "It's a piano piece," Amadea said. She didn't really know what else to say. If she said she had written it, she might sound pretentious and Amadea didn't want that. She also didn't really want anyone to know that she wrote it in case the other girl didn't think it was good. She decided to wait for the other girl to say something before elaborating.

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Mia looked curiously down at the piece of paper. It was crowded with notes, but almost crowded in an intentional way, like someone was trying to copy down a messy set of notes but in an organized way. The pencil shone brightly on the paper and Mia smiled, reading some of the notes. The piece seemed almost angsty, but in a more eloquent way. Metro Station mixed with Duke Ellington.

Mia liked that. She liked most music, really, but not country. Or most pop. And a lot of rap. But classical and jazz and rock were her favorites and she was practically addicted to listening to music. Music did something to her, made her a better and more informed person, and lifted her mood.

Even just listening was fine, but she preferred playing. Cello came easily to her, as she had been learning it since she was just a little tyke, running around with chocolate smeared around her mouth. Chocolate that was most likely Scott, her cousins.

Violin and flute came pretty easily to her. She picked those up at the same time, when she was just entering the first grade. By then she was all straightened out, stiff.

The next year though, she moved, and she picked up piano. Piano was hard for her, and according to her teacher she was 'unwatchable', playing Tchaikovsky so terribly that they cringed. But they were too harsh and were gone within a year. Such was the power of complaining.

Then came guitar, a little easier than piano, but still hell. But she pushed, and taught herself off of YouTube videos. Because no one else would teach her with out her parents permission. Even if she gave them a huge check. And job security.

Mia turned back to the piece. It didn't seem like any piece that she knew, and had an almost amateur air. Amateur, but skilled. Too skilled for ones own good. It seemed like the girl had written the piece herself. Mia wouldn't be surprised if she did. Back at the Leaky Cauldron, Mia had sensed something amazing about the girl. Maybe this was it.

"Did you write this?"

Mia looked up at her suddenly, giving her her utmost attention.

"Chocolate omnia constituit"
//Co-Founder of Gobstones Club//Writer//

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Amadea watched uncomfortably as the other girl's eyes scanned the paper. Was she reading the notes? Amadea wondered if she was musically inclined as well. It seemed like she might be, as she was reading the music, which was a skill only the musically inclined people knew how to do. 

While the other girl was reading the music, Amadea's thoughts drifted off to music. She had been introduced to music almost before she knew how to speak. She probably had sung before she had spoken her first word. She loved singing, but loved playing instruments even more. She had first learned how to play the piano when she was three. She remembered vividly her great grandmother sitting on the bench with her, helping her tap out Twinkle, Twinkle Little Star on the ivory keys. That had been the introduction to her musical career...was it really a career though? It was more of just a lifestyle. 

After she had mastered the piano, she decided to move from classical music to more jazz, which soon became her favorite style of music. She picked up the trombone and loved to improvise on basic piano chords, and then she loved switching from trombone to piano to improvise on the piano was well. She loved how jazz flowed but didn't have a rigid form, it was different every single time it was played. She loved the spontaneity of it. 

She was adept at the flute and guitar as well, but definitely preferred playing the trombone and piano. She had drifted away from playing classical pieces most of the time since the world of classical players didn't like jazz the way she did and scorned her for not focusing all of her time on her technique for classical, but she still occasionally remembered her classical roots. 

She realized she had completely spaced out, and the girl was asking her a question. Darn, it was the only question Amadea was trying to avoid. Did she write the piece? 

"Um," she said. "Y-yes, I did." She wondered what the other girl thought of it. "Did you like it? Are you into music?" 

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Mia laughed when she replied. Not a hearty laugh, or a tinkling, ladylike one, but a breathy one that was both unexpected and expected.

"It's interesting. In a good way."

It was interesting. As interesting as music could get in this very moment. It really was a surprise, that she would just happen to sit across from a girl who liked music. And wrote music.

Mia shifted her attention back to the girl, wondering how she could answer the other question that the girl posed. She could brush it off, or she could go into details. There really was no in between. While music wasn't something private, it was comforting. The thing to do after finals, or after discovering that Rachel was in St Mungo's and would probably stay there for the rest of her life. Or for the next two weeks or so.

"You could say that. I've been playing cello since I was little-since I was three. They had to make me a custom little cello!"

Mia laughed and continued speaking, mentally cringing at how 'braggy' she sounded.

"Then I picked up violin and flute in first grade, and piano and guitar in second grade."

There. Mia mentally breathed a huge sigh of relief. She didn't go to lengths to discuss her personal life, but she wasn't brief. Not brief at all. It was her nature brush people off, and she didn't want to do that to Amanda or Amide or whatever her name was. She seemed genuine and refreshingly nice. Not over nice, or fake nice, but nice.

Mia wondered what she had to ask the girl. A question seemed appropriate at this time, and she didn't want everything to end up awkward. Especially since they had had a good time at the Leaky Cauldron.

Maybe something about the tempo? Mia looked and there didn't seem to be any indication of that on the lonely ivory sheet. Just notes and a hastily scribbled treble clef and base clef.

"What tempo will this be played at?"

Mia looked at the girl questioningly, brushing a few strands of hair from out of her face.

Reducio
Sorry that was complete trash. :LOL: Please forgive me.

"Chocolate omnia constituit"
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Amadea inwardly cringed as the other girl critiqued her composition. Interesting. Even though she had said it was a good kind of interesting, Amadea couldn't help but remember her sister's words, "People only say interesting when they don't know how to say something is bad, or they just don't want to say it." Perhaps this was not the case with the girl, but Amadea couldn't be sure. The only thing she could be completely sure about was how her face flamed with embarrassment. By now her cheeks were probably as red as her hair. 

Thankfully, the topic switched to instruments and playing, which was something Amadea felt a lot more comfortable with. Amadea smiled, imagining the girl at age three with a miniature cello fit for her size. Amadea wondered if it sounded the same as a regular cello, or if it was pitched differently, as other soprano instruments were. She decided not to ask, though, for fear of sounding too knowing about instruments. To be honest, she didn't really know that much about them. 

The girl went on to describe the other instruments she played. They had a lot in common. "I play the the flute, piano, and guitar as well!" she said. She liked finding things in common with other people, partly because having things in common with people sometimes helped in growing a friendship, and partly because it was a good conversation starter. When she had something in common with others, they could just talk about that for a while and not sit and make awkward conversation about the weather. 

"I tried playing the violin when I was younger," Amadea recalled, remembering the days sitting in her living room trying to make it sound like music. "I spent the first two weeks just mastering how to hold the bow properly. But whenever I put it to the instrument, it sounded like a dying cat. Eventually my parents just told me to stop." She laughed at the memory. Her parents had always been supportive of the things she did but when she spent hours making their ears bleed, it got on their nerves. 

The girl then pointed to her music, asking about the tempo. Amadea realized she had written it with such haste that she hadn't even marked down any tempos, even though she could hear them clearly in her head.

"It starts out at a moderato," Amadea said, tapping her fingers on the table in time with the music. "In the middle it speeds up and there are more ornaments and room for improvision. At the end, there's a ritardando and the tempo slows down to an andante."

Reducio
I'm bumbling about all of these musical terms and I've never even composed something before   :mute:

 

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Mia laughed at the girl's response. It was exactly how her parents felt when she first started playing the violin.

She remembered her first recital, where she played Ode to Joy. Her parents hadn't applauded like every other parent did, they just stood there. Mia, flushed with shame, had bowed and run off. There she cried backstage, not letting anyone else see her. After the concert was over, Mia's dad walked her home. He uttered a single sentence about her performance. That was not acceptable. The next day she had, without her parents permission, signed up for classes three times a week. She was a rather sneaky young girl. But by the end of next year, the lessons paid off. She was playing Sonata II in G Minor – G.F. Händel perfectly, even adding in her own frills to accompany the lilting music.

Mia snapped back to attention as the girl explained the temp of her composition. She played it in her mind, and found that she quite liked it. Of course, this wasn't perfect, but a good enough estimate. She played it over in her head, staring at the music. It was beautiful, elegant even, but something was off. Just a little bit. Mia soon located the tiny imperfection.

Pointing to the 5th measure, Mia opened her mouth to begin speaking.

"A small suggestion, change the C# to a E#. The note will stay within the same key, but the attitude of this section will change. This way the piece will have a bit more flair, and this note will begin the next phase, so if you're a wind instrument player you can get another breath before the song speeds up. Of course, the C# sounds amazing too, and it's your piece, so feel free to keep it how it is."

Mia cringed inwardly, realizing that she had blabbered on for longer than she meant to.

Reducio
Sorry if I godmodded here. Your piece doesn't have to be in the key of C#, I just thought that it would fit into the image of what I thought your piece was like.

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Amadea stared at the sheet music in front of her, playing it inside of her head as the other girl pointed toward a line, trying to tell her how to fix it by changing the C# to an E# to change the attitude of the piece.

She could see that everything the girl was saying was correct. When she had first written it, she had not intended it for a wind instrument, letting all of the notes flow together making it hard for a space to breathe. However if she switched the note, it would give a bit more time for a breath before the next segment of the piece. She took out a pencil and erased the note, moving it upward on the staff. Now that her mind was stuck on the little imperfection, she couldn’t help but scan the rest of the piece for mistakes.

Now as she looked at the music, it all looked terrible to her. How could she have thought that this music was good? How could she think she would ever be good at writing music? It wasn’t something she ever planned to do, she honestly didn’t know much about writing music. She always found that playing music helped her work through her emotions, but then she discovered that sticking to the confines of other people’s work wasn’t enough for her. It was so constricting. She needed to write her own pieces. So she did.

She remembered vividly the first piece she had played for her family that she had written. It was called Amadea, since she had not taken enough time to think of a name for the piece. Her parents had applauded and told her she could pursue a life of music. That was when she first began thinking about really composing. She still loved playing and usually stuck to that, but every so often she would decide to take out a pen or quill and write down some of her own notes.

But now she was rethinking everything. Clearly this girl knew what she was talking about and had a much better knowledge base on writing music than Amadea did. Amadea had never even taken a class on composing before. She just took what she knew from the music she played and applied it in writing her own. Sometimes her pieces sounded bad, even to her. But Amadea couldn’t imagine what it sounded like to the other girl, who was probably a much better musician than herself. It probably sounded like a bunch of notes strung together. The notes probably even clashed. Inwardly cringing, Amadea wished she could just shrink away and disappear, bringing her music with her.

Amadea realized they had been sitting in silence for some time now as she second guessed herself. Clearing her throat, she looked down, hiding her face behind her hair. “Thanks for pointing that out,” she said. She wanted to say more, somehow justify the mistake, but she figured it would just be better to accept it and hope the conversation led to somewhere other than scrutinizing every detail of the piece she had written.

Reducio
It's okay! I had no specific key in mind for the piece.

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The girl cleared her throat and a shadow of doubt flickered across her face. Had Mia made her feel bad? Mia cringed. She wanted to scream. The girl seemed so nice, so...innocent. She didn't want to screw that up.

Her music wasn't bad. Obviously it wasn't the best thing that she had ever listened to or seen, but it wasn't the worst. Defiantly not the worst.

Actually, Mia admired the girl. She had mastered so many pieces, but had never tried to compose her own music for the fear of being rejected and her music disliked. Mia couldn't take that risk. She was too self-conscious for that.

No. That wasn't true. She had tried to compose her own music once, but it turned out so terrible she hid it from anyone. The tempo didn't fit with the key and she made some parts so hard that her hands shook while playing the cello.

Willy had found it one day, the piece of ivory paper with notes scribbled all over it, behind the cabinet next to the grand piano. He had asked her to play it and she did. He applauded afterward, and told her that it was a great piece. Not the best, but not the worst. Exactly what she thought of the red haired girl's piece.

Speaking of that, Mia reminded herself that she still didn't know the girl's name. It was embarrassing, as she knew the girl from before Hogwarts, and usually she had an amazing memory. She had memorized over 200 recipes, and learned many languages. Still. She forgot the girl's name.

“Thanks for pointing that out”

The girl looked down and Mia placed a hand on the sheet of music.

"No problem."

Mia shot the girl a smile and looked down too, studying her crescent shaped fingernails.

"Chocolate omnia constituit"
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The conversation had fallen into a lull and Amadea didn't know what to say next. The other girl had placed her hand on the music while replying. Amadea felt an urge to pull the music out from under her hand and hide it away forever. She didn't know why she had ever thought that sharing her music with others. Clearly, it should have just been something she kept to herself. When it was exposed to the world, it became tainted by what other people thought. 

Amadea wondered if the other girl had ever written any music. She wondered how long the other girl had been playing her instruments, how good she was at them. Amadea had a bad habit of comparing everything she did to what everyone else could do. It made her a perfectionist, if not a lunatic. Perfection was an illusion that Amadea could never seem to figure out. Obviously she knew that she couldn't be perfect at everything and trying to be that way would just end in a lot of disappointment, but some innate part of her always needed to be number one. Whenever she wasn't, she was severely disappointed in herself.

Of course, over the years, she had grown to change her mindset a bit. The courses at Hogwarts were rigorous and she didn't expect to always get Os. But when it came to the things she loved, it was harder for her to let it go that easily. Music was something she lived and breathed. It was her life. Being shown up in life took a toll on one's dignity. 

Amadea realized she was still lost in her thoughts and the conversation still was at a very awkward halt. She tried to think of anything she could possibly say to get the conversation going again but was at a loss. She decided to just ask the question she had been wondering. 

"Do you write music?" Amadea asked, trying to keep a neutral tone. She wasn't sure how she felt about the girl yet. She seemed nice in the Leaky Cauldron but Amadea wasn't sure if she had corrected the music out of kindness or just because she thought it wasn't good enough and Amadea was still trying to figure it out. 

Reducio
WOw this is really bad and now it seems like Amadea hates Mia even though she doesn't.

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Mia took her hand off of the music. The girl seemed tense, and Mia wanted to-oddly enough-comfort her. She seemed more uptight than Mia usually was, and that was saying something.

If you looked in the dictionary for the word "uptight", you would see Mia's picture. Which, admittedly, wan't that bad. But she was uptight. Even she admitted that. When people truly got to know her she was looser, more relaxed, but when she was there, interacting with acquaintances or strangers? She was a mess. A complete and utter mess.

"No. Not really."

Mia brushed her hair out of her face and looked at the girl cautiously. What she said next would be crucial to how things turned out. If she too was uptight then the conversation would go nowhere, and they would both sit in silence and read and study. Or in her case, write. That was a depressing thought.

Mia thought of ways to turn the conversation around. Maybe she could ask her something? Or re-introduce herself. That was a good plan. Then the girl would introduce herself again and then Mia would finally know what to call her.

"I don't think that I've mentioned this before, but I'm Mia Alexander."

Mia half smiled and looked at the ginger girl, waiting patiently for her reply.

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Amadea watched the other girl as she responded. She tried to gauge the girl’s body language to read her emotions, but Amadea had never been good at that type of thing and the other girl seemed as though she was good at hiding her emotions. As the other girl answered Amadea’s question about writing music with a quick response, Amadea figured she shouldn’t press the subject judging by how closed her answer was. She hadn’t offered any details and Amadea wouldn’t pry.

Finally, thankfully, the girl reintroduced herself. If Amadea could guess, Mia probably didn’t remember Amadea’s name either. Once Mia had reintroduced herself, the rest of the memory came flooding back to Amadea from the day in the Leaky Cauldron.

She smiled at Mia, wondering if she should offer her hand to shake. Would that be weird? They had technically already been introduced and gone through the motions of introductions. Amadea decided against putting out her hand, one because Mia hadn’t offered her own hand and two because Amadea’s hands were sweating. A lot.

Realizing that Mia was still waiting for Amadea to respond, she quickly cleared her throat and responded. “I’m Amadea,” she said. “Amadea Campbell. It’s good to finally know your name,” she added with a laugh. She would no longer have to think of Mia as ‘that Slytherin she had met in the Leaky Cauldron.’

She hoped Mia had some interesting conversational points in mind to talk about because Amadea didn’t. Even though they had moved away from the topic of music, Amadea still had no idea where to segway into next. Or should they just stop talking and study? Did Mia want to talk to her? This was why Amadea didn’t like talking to people. It was just too complicated.

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Mia laughed a throaty, awkward laugh. The girl had reintroduced herself, which was good, but now they were at another standstill. Welp. This was awkward.

Brushing her hair out of her face, Mia gazed at the small girl with a piercing gaze. Not kind, but not mean. She really was just thinking.

What should she say? There was the whole HOW IS LIFE AT HOGWARTS, but that was basic. And Mia was anything but basic.

She could ask about the girl's life before hogwarts. That was an option.

So, where did you live before Hogwarts?So, where did you live before Hogwarts?So, where did you live before Hogwarts?So, where did you live before Hogwarts?

Mia rehearsed saying this, going silently crazy. She really wanted to make a good impression, she was an Alexander after all, and being friends with this girl was key. She liked her music taste, and felt that the girl would be a good friend. One key question would save their attempt at a relationship. Just one. That would lead to another, and then maybe a conversation. A half-decent one.

"So wher-What social stigma does wizarding society need to get over?"

Before she knew it, the girl blurted out the question. It was not the intended question. Not at all. Though it wasn't a bad one, it was not a good one in this situation, talking with a girl she barely knew.

Mia could feel the waves of awkwardness radiating off of her and she flinched, drumming her fingers on the underside of the wooden table.

The least the girl could do was answer her question briefly and then go back to studying. But what Mia wanted her to do was laugh. It was so unexpected, but Mia wanted to know what the girl thought. She was an interesting character after all.

"Chocolate omnia constituit"
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Amadea fought the urge to knit her eyebrows together and laugh out loud. She had expected Mia to say something that was more basic in conversation than asking about social stigmas. Maybe Mia was as awkward as Amadea in trying to make conversation, and Amadea would be the last person to judge her for it. 

Amadea thought about the question. She hadn't been immersed in the culture of the wizarding world until she came to Hogwarts since her parents were both Squibs and wanted to close out the world of magic. They led lives of normal Muggles, never talking or mentioning Hogwarts until Amadea received her letter. 

She wasn't sure how many social stigmas the wizarding community had, but Amadea could think of one that she definitely wanted to change. "Personally, I think they need to get over Muggle borns," she said. "Just because their parents aren't wizards doesn't mean that they can't have the same powers that anyone else would have." 

Amadea herself wasn't a Muggle born, but she often felt as though she was. Her parents was kept her very sheltered, and mentioned as little as possible about Hogwarts. Amadea had never suspected that she would turn out to have magical abilities. She had almost as little information about the wizarding world as any Muggle born witch or wizard would. Ever since she had arrived at Hogwarts, she had learned about the discrimination of Muggle borns and how people looked down upon them. It immediately angered Amadea, even though there wasn't much she could do about it. 

"What about you?" Amadea asked. She realized her question was quite vague. She could either be asking what Mia's stance on Muggle borns were or what social stigma Mia thought the wizarding world should get over. Amadea decided not to specify and let the other girl decide for herself which way to take the question. 

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