#º ✧ 。––– she had a voice of honey and steel

[emmvxnces]

when: february 14, 1979 where: valentine’s ball who: @gidprewxtt​ & @felixbcnes​​

Emmeline let out a small, but impatient huff as she tapped her index finger against the stem of her champagne flute. 

She could probably count on one hand the number of balls she’d attended throughout her life ––– and this one, just like all the others before it, left her feeling as out of place as ever. Sure, she enjoyed the dressing up and drinking parts quite well enough, but she’d never been much of a dancer ( having two chronic left and lead feet ). Not to mention, at least in her experience, they were all so . . . dull. But considering that the night was a cover for her and the rest of the Order to go and free Narcissa, she knew first hand that things would end up being far livelier than the usual affair. 

Whether that would be a good or bad thing remained to be seen. 

But she had some time to kill before she needed to go off with Remus and Sirius for their designated station and subsequent duties as a part of the rescue team. Hence, how she found herself off in her own secluded corner of the room; trying not to think too much on the worries and ‘what-ifs’ and more on some sure plans of action. Unfortunately, she’d been so zoned out and deep inside her thoughts that she almost jumped a foot in the air when she heard the sudden call of her name, only to spin about and catch sight of Felix and Gideon. 

“Oh. . .” Emmeline breathed out rather dumbly in response. She wasn’t entirely sure why she was so jittery ( or maybe she was ). She knew they both were going to be here tonight. “Hi. Sorry. I was, you know, all up in here,” she continued with a waved gesture toward her head and a teasing smile for good measure. She knew they’d understand. “I tell you, I think I was about to go out of it with boredom.”