"I am nothing like Isidor." She says it without thinking, with a stern look on her face. "It's an insult to her to even suggest it." If she's come to learn anything recently, it's that she's not even close to the person she thought she was, which means she's nothing like the forceful patron.

She sighs softly, but before she can add to that thought, he's asking about the book in his hands. Amelia looks over at it then rolls her eyes as she walks over and takes it from his hands. "Singed it, thank you very much." She sets it and her hair pin aside momentarily to gather up the others books and things from the floor. "I got so excited that every time I tried to write in something, or even touch it with the end of my pen, it started to... smolder a little." A beat and she looks over at him to make sure she has his attention before she continues. "But I put everything out before it got even more than a little singed, I swear!"