#c:emmeline

[kitblckthrn]

Kit: No girl, I have two phones and one is mostly bombarded with work texts. Kit: So I'm very out of the loop.

Emmeline: Is this a joke?

[swearwolfx-archive]

Where: The Leaky Cauldron Who: @fidemaledicta

Emmeline had sent him an owl to meet up telling him she had something to discuss with him. He wasn’t sure why but it felt ominous. He didn’t know her that well just that she was a member with a somewhat questionable background and he had seen her around in school being in the same year. They hadn’t run in the same crowd though so he had never really spoken to her much before. Dumbledore had mentioned her as one of the experienced potion makers within the order along with a few others he might contract out to make the wolfsbane potion. As of right now, he had halted his mission for the moment with James and Sirius’ concerns and suddenly the supply from Dumbledore had dried up. It was a terrible feeling knowing he would once again have to lose control, he never wanted to go back to that but he didn’t want to bother Lily and James with all they had going on. They were already helping him with the other potion, he couldn’t ask more of them with what she’d been through and a child to care for. 

Remus was seated in a back booth at the leaky cauldron nursing a hot toddy as it was only the afternoon so he didn’t want to be full out drinking just yet… but there was something about the letter that made him think he might be in need of a drink. He was fidgeting with his necklace running his fingers over the smooth silver of the crescent moon trying to think of what this could be about. They hadn’t been paired up in any missions nor was there talk of anything at the meeting when he’d seen her last. Not paying attention her arrival startled him and he nearly spilled his drink in surprise. “Oh, hello, I, -er sorry I didn’t order you anything, I wasn’t sure what you’d like.”

[mudblood-benjy]

@emmmelinevance​ said:  “Pediré este libro por adelantado. Ya quiero que salga.”

—Esa es una gran decisión, yo lo pedí hace varios días y creo que llegara justo antes de navidad— expresó el chico con una sonrisa en sus labios 

[gideonprewxtt]

To Heal and Find

Closed starter for @emmeoutofline after the chaos starts on 14th february 1982

Gideon was stunned. They had fought a little battle of their own that night but he had thought them victorious. The wards were down. Their mission complete and yet Marlene was lying there in his arms passed out from something he couldn’t find. Had something happened when they took down the last of the wards? Had it been some curse flung at them during their scuffle? He didn’t know. Couldn’t know. Fear had gripped him and yet he was picking her up moving from the estate. Deeper into the shadows as he apparated to the healers. He needed Emmeline to fix things. Surely Marlene would be alright. 

He moved into the room that Emmeling and Lily would be staying in. He knew she would be ready for them. She had to have seen them on the map. Had to have seen Marlene go down surely. Everything else was going fine when he left. He had faith the mission would go as planned. “Emmeline.” He called out as he walked through the door moving to lay Marlene on the couch. “I need you! Marlene has fainted.” He didn’t see her right away but surely they were close by. “Emme? Are you here?” He moved further into the rooms seeking her out. 

[podmore-sturgis]

No necesitaba escuchar el agradecimiento de Emmeline para saber que lo sentía, así que solo le dedico una pequeña sonrisa para después empezar a caminar con ella rumbo al lugar mencionado —Sin duda— el tono de su voz era uno bastante amigable. —Solo hay que comer antes de eso, las resacas ya no son algo que quiera tener nunca—

La comprensión ciega de Sturgis casi la hacía sentir peor. La hacía sentir como si hubiera lástima de por medio. Y luego recordaba que él también había estado ahí. Había estado ahí cuando vieron a Benjy vivo antes… y cuando encontraron lo que quedaba de él. Sí, definitivamente Sturgis podía entender porqué actuaba así. Apretó los labios e intentó alzar las comisuras de estos, como gesto de agradecimiento– Sí, creo que algo más fuerte es mejor –Emmeline no era una persona que bebiera seguido. O en realidad, bebía muy poco en general, pero parecía ser lo que necesitaba en ese momento. Si le nublaba la mente, con eso bastaba– Sigo tu guía. 

[the-raven-guy]

@emmmelinevance​ said:  “No sé porque les gusta el brandy.”

—Realmente creo que mientras tenga alcohol a muchos no les importa el sabor y solo quieren emborracharse— expresó el contrario encogiendose un poco de hombros  

[theboldestblack]

WHO: Sirius Black and Emmeline Vance WHEN: Thursday, June 14th, 1979. 2:48PM. WHERE: The Macmillian Wedding

"I bet I can leave this wedding with a weeks worth of snacks.” Sirius said, stepping up next to Emmeline Vance. “We wouldn’t have to worry about dinner for at least a few days if use some Freezing Charms.”

At this point into the afternoon, Sirius had already eaten his fair share of snacks and consumed a handful of drinks. The buzz of alcohol made him feel warm in his chest and hands, and a splotch of redness dotted his cheeks. The ceremony would be starting sometime soon, if he was remembering the invitation correctly, so he reckoned it was smart to put the wine down before he embarrassed himself. Besides, he needed to save his energy and what was left of his sobriety for dancing later. 

“What do you think about sushi and crabcakes? --- Also, nice dress. You look good, Vance.”

@emmelinevalerianvance​

[ludobitchbagman]

WHO: Ludovic Bagman and Emmeline Vance WHEN: Saturday, March 4th, 1978. 10:03AM. After breakfast. WHERE: The Great Hall

For what must have been the twentieth time in that week, Ludovic found himself staring at her again. Thankfully, there was the entire Hufflepuff table between him and her, so he was free to look at her as much as he liked. Ignoring whoever was speaking to him, he took another bite of his bacon, sighing softly. This was annoying. Even when Emmeline had been his actual girlfriend, he hadn’t acted like such a sucker. Sure, he liked her a lot, but she had never been the only thing he thought about. There were other girls he thought about sometimes, and some boys too. Parties and Quidditch were always on his mind, as was his thriving cigarette business. What about Valentines Day had changed all of that? They had only had sex, for Merlin’s sake. And it had been mean and angry, too! 

They hadn’t spoken since then, and Ludovic wondered if she was thinking about him as much as he was thinking about her. He sighed in frustration, and yet still, he kept watching. She looked pretty today, he thought absently, finishing the rest of his bacon. Had she done something different with her hair, or was he finally just beginning to notice these things?

When she rose from the table, having finished her own breakfast, Ludovic found himself standing up automatically. Without even thinking, he could feel his feet moving in her direction. It wasn’t until he was nearly ran over by Pinky Parkinson that he finally realized what he was doing, and then the nervousness quickly set in. Still, in Ludovic fashion, he plowed forward anyways until he was standing right in front of her. “Hey, Em.” He said lightly, as if it was the easiest thing in the world. “It’s nice outside, isn’t it?” He gestured towards the windows, which showed sunshine and trees gently swaying in the wind. “Would you, er, want to smoke with me?”

@emmyvance

[ritxskeet-blog]

emmeline/amycus

scale: um. die? / hate / indifference / it’s uh. okay? / kinda cute / adorable / hot / perfect for each other / chemistry up the ass / the steam is clearing my pores / dead and dying and living and crying

why they would work:   the   IRONY.   oh merlin, can you imagine ? miss know-it-all  falling-- no,  leaping !!   from her high horse for the sake of a good lay. it’s entirely possible i would die laughing. gods-- did i miss something? is this a thing ? 

why they wouldn’t work:  the poor boy is  soft  and obviously pretending to be otherwise, that witch would eat him alive, honestly.   that-- and really i’ve no idea how he’d get close without that psycho biting his head off in the first place.

their ship song:  hard feelings  by  lorde

[tazie-whoisleft]

good cop, bad cop // emmeline & tazie

Tazie took being a prefect very seriously. Doing a good job in her duties was one of the important steps for her becoming Head Girl next year and that meant a lot to her. Of course not everyone was as ambitious as her and hopefully not all the prefects were delusional enough to think they would earn the title like she knew she would. But she still expected them to put some effort into the job.

Emmeline, though, did not seem to care about putting in any effort at all. That was the overwhelming conclusion Tazie came to after only the one year she had to spend sharing the position with the other Ravenclaw girl. At least when her brother was Head Boy, she could try to get out of being scheduled to do rounds with her, but now that she lost that privilege she did not get so lucky. So she found herself walking through the corridors of Hogwarts with someone who didn’t so much as want to shine a light into a dark corner to make sure a curfew breaker wasn’t hiding there. Tazie didn’t mind taking charge, even liked to, but only when she had people willing to listen to her.

Thankfully, the night had been pretty quite, giving Emmeline little opportunity to annoy her. Instead, Tazie tried to make some small talk about NEWTs level Charms while they approached the end of their patrols. For a moment, she dared to think the students of the castle were finally starting to grow up and they would get through the night incident free.

But then they passed by a closed door with clear giggles coming from the classroom behind it. The idiots hadn’t even tried to muffle the sound with a quick charm. “Wait,” Tazie said, holding out an arm to motion for Emmeline to stop. “Clearly someone’s in there. Let’s send them back to their rooms.” She nodded her head towards the door, expecting Emmeline to get it seeing as she was closer.

@emmeline-wil

[goldensmileboy]

@emmmelinevance​ said:  “Este lugar me trae tantos recuerdos.”

—Creo que a todos, ya que bueno era un lugar común al que veniamos cuando estábamos en Hogwarts— expresó el chico con una gran sonrisa en sus labios 

[scarsantiagx]

˙ ˖ ✶ Emmeline

"The hesitation makes me think you're kind of lying there, have you really never had anyone that makes you sort of nervous to interact, but also you really really want to talk to them? Never, weird." Scarlet teased, chuckling lightly. "It's definitely wanted, and nothing really embarrassing, it's just very not me to be acting this way."

"ive never, um-" the woman shifted on her feet. "never actually had that problem." emmeline frowned but showed a smile. "is it a wanted blush? like, you like someone or on the flip side you're embarrassed about something?"

[courageousking]

@aceincharge

“Hey, baby girl.” Kingsley called out, the only warning that he offered the witch before he sat himself down on the edge of her desk, leaning over so that he could peruse whatever it was that she was looking at. “Quit furrowing those brows or you’re going to get wrinkles on that pretty face of yours.” He chided, a playful smile on his lips as he toed the line between teasing, flirting, and annoying her- per usual. Though nearly swamped with work at almost all times, after his latest assignment from the Ministry and with already having returned home to let his dog out, Kingsley found himself with a lack of things to do. This always led to a distinct amount of restlessness for the man who was more content being on the go, so he had sought out one of the people most likely to add something worthwhile to his headspace.

[hisfirstlieutenant]

@emmelinervance

          Mr. Vance,               I hope this owl finds you on time. I do realize curfew is quite soon, but being a                       Prefect does have its advantages.              If you are free, I am in the Astronomy Tower and will be until midnight.             Dress warm. It’s frigid.        Bellatrix Black

     Bellatrix Black’s left eye pressed delicately against the brass telescope on the crenel of the tower. It faced the constellation Narcissus, after her baby sister. 

     Things had been so different lately, and it left a sour taste in her mouth. She didn’t like this, getting lost in her own head, but there were things she knew that she could do to alter her mindset. 

     It’d been fifteen minutes that she stood, quite still, her back unnaturally straight and her feet aching with heels against stone floor. She watched the twinkling stars, identifying the constellations that she knew before inevitably settling on Narcissa’s. What was she doing to do?

      It was with a soft exhale that she turned around, gaze coming into contact with Emmeline Vance at the top of the stairs. She’d almost been startled by her sudden, quiet appearance. 

    “Hello.” 

     She stood rather still, watching the girl with curiosity.

[anatomicallyburke-blog]

@emmelinervance

      Adrian had to take a piss. 

      He had no idea what he was expected to do, his mind distant when instructions were given, and he’d spent his time thus far locked away in a compartment, high and exhausted. It seemed like his relaxation was about to end as Adrian rose to his feet and moved to leave the compartment for the bathroom. 

      Immediately, he was struck by the crowd of people and almost shut the door, deciding he’d skip a trip to the bathroom when a group of younger students filtered in like it was an open invitation. With an exhale, he shoved his way towards the loo and was frustrated when he had to wait in a line. When he finished, Adrian squeezed through the hall in search of a compartment to sit in, hoping that no one would bother him. 

      He slid into the first one that wasn’t entirely packed and took a seat beside a pretty Ravenclaw he vaguely recognized. 

     “This a load’ve tosh or is it just me?”

[podmore-sturgis]

—Como en una hora, aunque yo diría como una hora y media van muy retrasados el día de hoy— expresó con una pequeña sonrisa mientras observaba a su amiga —Así que yo no me preocuparía mucho por la hora—

( conferencias. )

– Disculpa, ¿sabes a qué hora comienza el panel de investigaciones de accidentes mágicos involuntarios? –era en lo que trabaja, sí, sin embargo ver las perspectivas de otras culturas quizás podía abrirle una nueva mirada a su trabajo. Y siento que quería mantener su mente ocupada, eso sonaba de lo más razonable.