Emmeline Vance. Seventh Year. Ravenclaw. she is a hurricane of a girl with a glass heart she breaks herself warrior princess.wild heart.way back when.
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❝Believe me, I’m sure. Why are you winking, do you need to go see Madam Pomfrey for that? -- I like them. They’re small and not as messy as certain other sweets. Where else would I go to research and work on essays?❞
“You sure about that Vance? It would truly save me a whole lot of eating time in the morning. But, perhaps I’ll consider the prospect of actually keeping myself hygienically conscious if I have a bit of incentive, eh?” he said with a sly wink. “But thank you on the offer, and I’ll be compliant to it. May I ask why you’re eating these wretched beans in the library anyway?“
#pxtterboy#[ c: james. ]#[ l: the library. ]#[ t: 03 September 1977. ]#[ convo. ]#[ reply. ]#[ 005. ]
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❝Clearly. The way you two two snark at one another was always a dead give- away. I do wonder how you’ll break the news to Dumbledore, though. ------ - This is a little slower. What am I meant meant to do, sleep? Sit around bored?❞
“Actually yes, I did finally ask Alecto. You know I don’t really know why I had waited so long, it was clearly obvious that she felt the same way about me” Frank chuckled, but inside he was weeping at the thought of ever having feelings for that girl , besides even if he found her bearable he couldn’t stand her brother, so all in all it was best to stay away. Drifting his gaze to the pile of books, his eyes widened a little because he wondered if she ever took some time to just relax. “You know, you’re supposed to take things a little slower at the beginning, Emm”
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The perfect song for a rainy day.
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❝No, but they do try to show something new, something impressive. Not the same old tricks people have seen a million times.❞
Nope, but no one shows their best trick on the very first day.
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❝You make an excellent point. Not to mention, wiping away whipped cream is a bit easier than removing a piece of food from between your teeth. As it just so happens, I did enjoy an amazing dessert. It was more or less the same as it is every year. Spent with my Gran, reading, preparing for the coming N.E.W.T.s. Hopefully your own summer was better?❞
“Oh, I suppose it’s better than having, like, spinach stuck between your teeth – that looks way more gross, whereas this just makes it seem as if you enjoyed an amazing desert. You’re welcome though. How was your summer?”
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❝At least it’s soap flavoured and not earwax, dog food, or v o m i t.❞
❝ Wha—– Excuse me, I have to go and vomit. ❞
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❝Have you finally plucked up the courage and asked Albus Dumbledore out on a date? Or was it Alecto?❞
A small bit of teasing never hurt anyone, least of all in Frank's case. Almost as if in response to his question, Emmeline gazed pointedly at the small -- at least by her standards -- pile of books littering the table.
❝Filled with a small bit of work. Yours?❞
“Oh I better not, I don’t want to throw up on my date with Al-“ Frank stopped, his eyes widening slightly as he realized he had almost let it slip. Even though it wasn’t a secret, he knew he probably shouldn’t be blabbing to Alice’s best friend. “So how was your day?” he quickly muttered, hoping she’d go with it.
#franklongbxttom#[ c: frank. ]#[ l: the library. ]#[ t: 03 September 1977. ]#[ convo. ]#[ reply. ]#[ 006. ]
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❝Really, Frankie. Eat it if you'd like. But don't say I didn't warn you.❞
“Awh damn! Really Emmy? But it looks so good “
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❝They're not horrible, but they're by no means the best. Somehow I highly doubt that would work. Stick to brushing your teeth, for everyone's sake. You're more than welcome to take the soap ones if you like, though.❞
“Believe it or not, I’ve had quite a few of those and they are exorbitantly better than, say, the bogey ones. Do y’think I’d get away with brushing my teeth if I pop a few of these in every morning?”
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If ever there were something that grated Emmeline's nerves, it was someone taking her sweets, especially without having asked first. Emmeline eyed him as he glanced between her and the bean.
❝Yes, soap. See the light blue colour, the small flecks of white?❞
“Excuse me?” Amycus asked suspiciously, narrowing his eyes. It was rare that students dared to speak to him, let alone offer him advice.
Amycus glared at Emmeline before glaring at the jelly bean. It wasn’t the most appetising looking sweet but he was certain it would be coconut flavoured. “Soap you say.” He asked, contemplatively.
#carrowmetohell#[ c: amycus. ]#[ l: the library. ]#[ t: 03 September 1977. ]#[ convo. ]#[ reply. ]#[ 004. ]
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❝It's still your fault. I'm merely trying to condition you for the future. Do you really expect to ever meet someone who asks more questions than I do?❞
Okay, maybe that was a bit of a stretch, but Emmeline thought she had a valid point. If Dorcas could, for seven years, tolerate Emmeline's barrage of questions, she should have been able to handle just a few from some first years. Should, being the operative word.
She pulled a slight face before setting the fork down, eyeing the plate before her. This was the last time she'd have this meal. The last time she and Dorcas would have this conversation. Their last year at Hogwarts. The realization was enough to have her stomach in knots.
❝What? I'm fine, really. I just... I realized I'm not in the mood for potatoes. ---- There is nothing wrong with prodding my food. It'd be another thing entirely if I were sat here building little houses or something.❞
❝And you say I’ll be the one who’ll be singing a different tune when you’re the one who brought me to that point. So, who’s fault is it r e a l l y?❞
Of course, Emmeline was right ( and Dorcas has gladly accepted that fact for years ) that she’d be grumpy later when all of the younger years, mainly firsts, would be prodding her mind for questions. Dorcas needed to remember patience, she needed to breathe in and out ��� but more importantly, she needed to finish as much food as she could. A few forkfuls of mashed potatoes were were shoved into Dorcas’ mouth before she went to fill her plate with more, noticing Emmeline’s reluctance with them.
❝So, what’s up with you, then? Why aren’t you eating? You’re not allowed to do that in front of me. Not eat. Even more offensively, play with your food.❞
For a moment, Dorcas thought to herself how much she seemed to sound like Hestia — not that she thought that was a bad thing as she placed her fork down and finally turned her attention to Emmeline.
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RAVENCLAW GIRLS, We Run this Mother…
"Mistaken, always second guessing, underestimated. Look, I’m still around."
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Day 105/365
This is Gospel : Panic! at the Disco
This is gospel for the fallen ones Locked away in permanent slumber Assembling their philosophies From pieces of broken memories
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❝You don’t want to eat that one. ——— - It’s soap flavoured.❞
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Jill Garvey in Pilot.
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