Delicate, slender fingers move to turn the page of the poetry book Amelie was reading. Her red hair practically glowed in the sun as it shined down on the quad of Cambridge.

She was kind, sweet, beautiful and bubbly. A perfect woman, the daughter of old money. The Mayford family practically owned the old school, generations of them spent their time studying there. Amelie was no different.

Quiet laughter echoed through the quad, as Amelie's group of friends joined her, sitting in the grass with light chatter. Amelie looked up, smiling brightly at them, at her best friend.

"I was wondering when you'd show up." She teased.