Invisible String [t. s]

Labyrinth

January 2nd, 1926.
London, England. United Kingdom.
Rosier-Scamander home.

  We find ourselves in a house that Amélie and Theseus bought in London. It was like Theseus' previous house but bigger for the three of them to fit comfortably, located in King Street.

The Rosier siblings moved to London at the end of December, Amélie and Theseus had their home right before New Year's day to spend the holiday here with Theseus' family, for they had spent Christmas in France. The feeling of offering a party in their home, purchased as a couple certainly was reviving, with all of their family —and chosen family— over, simply thrilling.

  Certainly you might have some questions like: How did Amélie end up in London? What happened to her job? Is she no longer working as an Auror? Well, let me answer those for you.

Antoine and Travers signed a contract with Rosier and Scamander in which they were allowed to share the Head Auror title and the leadership of the London Office. Monsieur Cotillard was glad to see Amélie create a new life, he knew London's air might be the best new thing for her.

Surely it didn't taste sweet all of the time, there were bittersweet moments. For example, the moment Amélie arrived at the British Ministry, everyone started to talk about it, absolutely everyone present believed they had an opinion about her and the relationship she might have with the other Head Auror despite her being a Head Auror herself.

There were multiple times in which she felt overwhelmed by it, and she'd have a few anxiety attacks to the point where she'd much rather arrive separately at work. It was sad to hear it, what everyone all said, she couldn't stop feeling like she'd be the one to pay the price for being in the position she is in the Bureaux and for being with the man she loves.

"She's just sleeping with him to get to where she's now."
"Two Head Aurors? Please, that's ridiculous."
"Whore."
"I cannot believe this was allowed!"
"Slut!"

One day she broke down in their house after a long day of work. Theseus simply listened pulled her into a hug as both were sitting down on their bed, cups of tea almost empty and cold, Theseus' was on the nightstand while Amélie was still holding hers.

"It's shocking. I mean, I've always said that I didn't care, you know? After all, those are just words. For example, when Angela said those words to me back then, it didn't matter much because I didn't know her at all."

"You did slap her, though." Amélie chuckled.

"Because she deserved it. I mean, was she a stranger? Yes. Did i care what she had to think about me? Not a single bit. Was I going to let her call me names? Not at all. So I slapped her, but these were girls I work with, I can't slap them." She sighed. "It just hit different." Theseus nodded. "It's like being back in Beauxbatons, hearing girls gossiping about you in the bathroom." She rolled her eyes and took a sip of her tea.

"You were the kind of girl other girls gossiped of in the bathroom?" He was shocked.

"Well, when you're better than most people, they'll talk awfully behind your back to let off some steam." She shrugged. "I didn't do anything back then, just beat them at duels." Theseus smiled and chuckled, proud.

"I didn't expect any less." Amélie smiled when he kissed her cheek. "And what did you do this time?" He asked.

"Well, I just walked out of the cubicle and washed my hands, they were all silent and had very pale faces; then I told them to make sure the person they were gossiping about wasn't in the room first, then, they could say whatever they wanted. They said 'sorry', and I asked 'sorry what?', and they said 'sorry, ma'am', then I walked out." She smiled against his shoulder. "I took pleasure from that, the look on their faces, not going to lie, but it still hurt."