Pouring Rain

[Amelia Evans]

Indeed, Amelia found she was good at hiding her emotions. The more she was feeling inside the more stoic and placid her expression became. It was a natural defense mechanism proved to be quite useful, especially when she had something to hide. At her friends first comment, Amelia furrowed her brow even more. How would she phrase this? She wanted to tell Immie everything. Immie was one of the few friends Amelia confided in - someone who she placed the most trust in, which for her was saying a lot. She seldom placed a smidge of trust in anyone. But Immie had proven to be a loyal and caring friend, someone that Amelia would hold close to her heart forever.

She smiled at Immie’s joke. “You and your jokes, Immie,” Amelia said laughing. She called over a waitress, ordering both of their favorite teas before lacing her fingers together and setting them on the table in front of her. Looking down, she bit her lip. How much would she tell? She trusted Immie, but in a place as crowded as this, one could not be too careful of an unwelcome listening ear. Of course she would leave Mr. Prewett out of it. That would be saved for a later conversation. Perhaps she would invite Immie over to tea that weekend. “Aunt and Uncle had yet to get rid of a boggart..." she said quietly, shivering visibly at the memory. “My….Jane and Richard….” Tears smarted at Amelia’s multicolored eyes and she struggled to keep her composure. “I…I hope I never see them again!” Her hands were white, and she quickly put them in her lap, looking down. Amelia was good at hiding her emotions, but handling them was another thing entirely.