#emmelinevance

[teddy-tonks]

"Why, what's in your drink?" Ted blurted out, too curious to stop himself. Not that he had actually been planning to share a drink with anyone, well at least anyone he didn't know really well. But now she had his interest. He laughed warmly at her question. "Nah, it was a joke to kill the awkward moment, don't worry you hardly know me- would be a bit weird to drink from the same cup" Ted explained softly "plus i've still got plenty in mine." Ted showed her his cup and took a sip. "Still wanna know what you're drinking though."

@amissavis

However rare it may be, when Emmeline was given the chance to reply in a playful manner - if the situation matched, of course - she would very much do so. It was rare, though. Cup in her hand filled with the last of her drink, bottle shrunk down to pocket size, she found herself with half its content over the shirt of the one in front of her.

"Not sure you'd like that drink all that much." If not for the heaviness in the air stemming from all the people in the room, perhaps the scent of lavender would have spread quicker. "Why, do you want to share a drink?" Not that she was one to feel like drinking that day. Her own type of beverage was just fine. She yearned for a fresh cup.

[amostheamazing]

Who: @emmelinevancx​ Where: St Mungo's corridor

Tw: amelia's death mention

Whilst Amos would usually be the type to play up an injury to get attention and comfort, this morning he couldn't wait to get out of St Mungo's. He had argued last night that he was fine and didn't need to be kept in over night, but they weren't having any of it. At least he'd found out from them that Arthur was alright and hadn't seriously been injured. Still there were other people he needed to see. Right now he didn't know how to process what had happened to Amelia, it was like he had distanced himself from the emotions. A coping habit he didn't know he had perhaps. Literal seconds after he was discharged he ran off in search of his best friend. Running instead straight in to Emmeline. "Emsy? Hey" Amos didn't quite know what the right think to say was "how are you holding up? Were you injured?"

[cooler-than-red]

Artemis Blake - 11. bisexual. insists she hates school but gets top marks anyways. weird obsession with fire. knows way too much about classic art and mythology.

Lily Evans - 11. straight. actually tries in school. works insanely well under pressure. gets mad easily but can't hold grudges.

Marlene McKinnon - 11. raging lesbian. lives life to the fullest. embrace femininity. is up for absolutely anything.

Mary Macdonald - 11. sexually confused. confused in general. only cares about her friends and her art. literal ray of sunshine.

Sirius Black - 11. chaotic bisexual. loves his friends more than life itself. pretends not to care (about anything). cares so much (about everything). hates saying goodbye. feels too much.

James Potter - 11. straight. the mom friend. can be mean, but never to his friends. the most supportive person in the world. student athlete.

Remus Lupin - 11. gay. always looks as though he hasn't slept in years. never goes anywhere without a book. chocolate and tea and sweaters. could speak only in classic literature quotes. fears losing his friends over everything.

Peter Pettigrew - 11. asexual biromantic. morally gray. just wants to play chess with everyone. not very good at school but loves nature and music. awkward because he 'doesn't know how actual people work.' loves sweaters almost as much as Remus.

Frank Longbottom - 12. straight. sports guy. golden boy. everyone falls in love with him because he radiates life and light. is kind to everyone. loves dogs and cool cars.

Alice Fortescue - 12. straight. hopeless romantic. loves books and poetry. always carries a notebook around, but nobody has ever seen what's inside of it. insanely smart, but always off in her own world. shy and quiet.

/AND THE STARS\ - on wattpad now! 

@popebenedict3

[froget-me-nots]

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[bartycrouchthejunior]

Spoilsport. This one clearly took her work very seriously. No matter, he would just try a different route. He was bored enough after all. He was also intrigued, either the woman didn't realise who his was- which happened sometimes since Barty looked way more like this mother. Thank Merlin. That, or she just didn't care. The second was a more exciting prospect, Barty had grown used to people sucking up to him in hopes he'd mention them to his father. Barty could tell them they were wasting their time, but sometimes it proved useful. Both for his own selfish reasons but also because some of them gave him information useful to the death eaters.

"you're right - i am being cheeky, i apologise- i'm sure you're very busy" a certain amount of amusement still playing on his lips. "If i'm being honest - and you're definitely not allowed to judge me for it-" a confident wink "but last time i came her- the healer i had- she made me feel like a scolded child- and well maybe i was being a little bit of a coward in trying to avoid her."

@healervance

Interruptions were a common occurrence in a hospital. There was rarely a shift that went by that Emmeline wasn't pulled aside for one thing or another, a second opinion or an extra set of hands to help with something that needed more than one Healer to handle. Sometimes it was the patients, as it was in this case, Emmeline keeping a polite smile on her face as a partially familiar face strolled up to her. His name escaped her, but they'd been at Hogwarts together. If she was right, then she knew that he had been a few years below her and definitely wasn't a Ravenclaw.

"I'm afraid you can't make requests like that. I'm sure that there'll be a Healer available to see you soon enough." Eyes casted over the man, doing a quick assessment. He was bold enough, charming even, meaning that he couldn't possibly be in too much agony at this very minute. "I'd suggest you go back and sit down and keep that wound elevated and pressure on it. Someone will be with you soon."

[fawley-en-face]

Family Dinner

“I come bearing- oh. You’re not Emmeline.”

Henry blinked at the young blonde woman in the doorway, who was absolutely certainly not Emmeline Vance mom. She was pretty, in a pixie-whisp sort of way, except that Henry was fairly sure Emmeline was still dating Maura Mulciber? Who, granted, was in Germany, but as far as he knew they were still steady. Emmeline wasn’t cheating, was she? No, unthinkable.

So who was this stranger? And, more importantly; was she single. 

“I- I brought wine,” he said, after a moment of startled silence. There was a bottle in his hand as a dinner gift, since Henry knew better than to even attempt to cook and bring a dish himself. 

@advance-emmeline @nottsofiya

[thebaileyshaw]

Human Interaction 102

How to Meet Men. How to Meet women. Flirting for Fun. The Modern Wix’s Guide to Sex and Love. The Art of the Affair.

Bailey couldn’t take this shop seriously any more. The titles of the books in this section were bad enough, but she’d dared to flip through a few and they were practically useless. She wasn’t looking for a partner, she didn’t want to sleep around- for Merlin’s sake, she’d never even been kissed- and she wasn’t trying to become some maneating femme fatale. She just wanted to understand why she kept getting distracted by stupid things, and why the simplest of words seemed to have such a strong affect on people.

When she heard movement in the aisle she glanced up, ready to make a hasty retreat; this place wasn’t worth her time anyway, and she didn’t want to have to deal with someone else seriously contemplating getting life advice here. 

@advance-emmeline​

[head-grl]

alice: focus team. emmeline and i will prepare for the trip. peter, keep an eye on everything.

emmeline: let’s go then.

peter: on it.

alice: penny, talk to no one. go nowhere. do nothing.

penny: i won’t let you down.

[mxrcusflint]

@harrypotternetwork​ creation event: draco malfoy

n e i t h e r -- b o t h

[hollidaytaylor]

WHEN: Friday, 28 January, 1981 WHERE: Kiddie party; The Copse, London WHO: Holliday Taylor + Emmeline Vance ( @vanceofmyheart​ )

You had to be quiet when hiding in the bed of your best mate, smoking marijuana with a complete stranger. She still giggled mercilessly, Holliday’s sides now aching, “You did what? Nooo!”

[bitchronan]

@hogwartsgirlgang event: house pride; slytherin girls, class of ‘78

↳ “There's something dangerous about the boredom of teenage girls.”

cora nott - victoria kholod

emmeline vance - ruari luke

iona greengrass - devon ross

corrina yaxley - sohnia ahmed

[gryffindorsdoe-blog]

emmeline - 17 - two miles from you - intellectual badass. pls don't call me emily.

swipes right. emmeline’s cute and smart, there’s no reason to swipe left to be honest.

[heirofdisappointment]

Sirius & @ms-emmelinevance​ Emmeline’s Flat

“Sirius is going to love you,” was the last thing Snuffles heard before Emmeline stepped out of the room. The entire thing was all too risky, with the final decision being to come clean about his animagus form. It wouldn’t have done well to scare the shit out of her while she was on a run so, admittedly not his best decision, her home was the next best idea. There wasn’t an easy way of handling the situation and rolling with her having come across him while transformed had him thinking there was no time like the present.

He waited until he was certain she wasn’t coming back then shifted to human, absentmindedly toying with the hem of his shirt while he waited for her to return. “Look, there’s a simple explanation for...” The rest of it was lost since he caught her expression, leaving him certain he made a mistake.

[cooler-than-red]

winter, 1995

Harry stared at the swirling liquid in the Pensieve, trying to make out the figures in the memory at the bottom. It was a scene he'd watched before, not too long ago. His father sitting under a beech tree on the Hogwarts grounds with the other Marauders on the last day of their exams. He looked around Dumbledore's office for a moment, torn between doing what he was supposed to and seeing his father again. In one motion, he tipped his head forward and was pulled into the swirling Pensieve.

He fell through the darkness, unable to see anything until he landed gracefully next to his father under the tree. Harry looked around in wonder, realizing that this was the same memory, but somehow different. He wasn't looking at the grounds through the lens of Snape's memories, but of someone different. Harry watched as James pulled out the familiar snitch and let it flutter out of his hand, reaching out to catch it at the last second. Lupin had pulled out a book and was reading. Sirius stared around at the students milling over the grass. Before, Harry thought he looked rather haughty and bored, but now he realized Sirius was scanning the crowd carefully. He was looking for someone.

Harry followed Sirius' gaze to a group of girls who were settled under the next tree over, but then realized that wasn't exactly where he was looking. Sirius was staring right at a girl leaned up against the tree-trunk, so deeply invested in something she was writing that she didn't seem to notice anything going on around her. Her uniform was untidy and seemed almost slept in, and each of her shoes were laced up differently. She tried to tuck her long dark hair behind one ear, but it slipped out and obscured her face again.

"Sirius, stop staring at her," Remus said without looking up from his book.

"I'm not staring at her." Sirius' eyes quickly flicked away from the girl.

"You are, and it's creepy."

Sirius turned back to the group and watched James playing with the snitch for a minute. "Put that away, will you?" he said finally, as James made a fine catch and Peter let out a cheer. "Before Wormtail wets himself from excitement.

"If it bothers you," James said with a grin. He stuffed the snitch back into his pocket.

Harry looked over again and saw that the girl under the tree was standing up and dusting off her robes, holding the piece of parchment she'd been writing on. A pretty blonde girl sitting nearby looked up at her. "Where are you going?" she asked pleasantly.

"Got to talk to the boys, Marley." The girl's voice was soft and slightly raspy. The blonde girl rolled her eyes and laid back on the soft grass behind her.

"Good luck with that one."

The disheveled girl gave a half smile and started over to the Marauder's tree. James, Sirius, and Peter all looked up when she approached them, but she didn't give any of them a second glance. "Moony, will you read over this real quick?" she asked, handing the parchment down to Remus. Without taking his eyes off of his book, Remus took the paper from her. She sat down between James and Peter and tucked her legs under herself.

"Hello, Artemis," Sirius said in a would-be cheerful voice. The girl ignored him and turned to James.

"What's the plan for tonight, Potter?" she asked with a smile. "Marlene said something about a party, but I wasn't sure if you all were in on it." Her gaze flicked to Sirius and then away again.

James let out a heavy sigh. "Will you two just make up already?" he said, looking back and forth between Sirius and Artemis.

"That wasn't an answer," Artemis said drily. "And no. Remus, are you almost done?"

"Nearly..."

Sirius was looking at Artemis with a hurt expression. "Listen," he said softly. Harry was surprised at how genuine he sounded. "I already apologized- what more do you want me to do? Just tell me, and I'll-"

"Shutting up would be nice," Artemis snapped. "Moony?"

"Yeah. Finished." Remus handed the paper back to her. "I wrote some suggestions down, but other than that it was good. Slughorn'll love it."

"Thanks." Artemis looked down at the paper, reading over Remus's suggestions. Sirius stared longingly at her for another moment, then seemed to recover.

"I'm bored," he said, his voice returning to its usual haughty tone. "Wish it was the full moon." He looked at Artemis again, as though expecting a reaction. One never came.

"You might," Lupin said darkly, returning to his book. "We've still got Transfiguration, if you're bored you could test me... Here." He held out his book.

Sirius snorted. "I don't need to look at that rubbish, I know it all." Artemis scoffed but didn't say anything.

"This'll liven you up, Padfoot," said James quietly. "Look who it is..."

Sirius's head turned. He had become very still, like a dog that has scented a rabbit. "Excellent," he said softly. "Snivellus."

[teddy-tonks]

Ted could be quite forgetful sometimes. Today was one of those days. They had been tasked with creating an elixir to bring to the next care of magical creatures class and Ted had completely forgotten about it. Which meant he was now rushing the night before to make something. Potions were not necessarily his forte, though he could manage to make things if the instructions were clear enough. It was just something he simply didn't have an affinity for. He had chosen what elixir he wanted to bring, it was one that would help calm a stressed out creature. Very helpful for when an injured creature needed to be assessed. He had copied down the recipe, he just needed the potions classroom for a spare cauldron. He didn't brew enough potions to need one himself. He wasn't expecting Emmeline to be in there when he arrived. "Sorry" he apologised scratching the back of his neck "I needed to borrow a cauldron- last minute homework emergency- is that alright?"

@amissavis

who: open to all // @noxstarters where: potions classroom, after potions club

Within her books, between her cauldrons and notes; that was where Emmeline felt the most at home. With a small amount of people among those she would open up to, those things she considered dear to her where the true joy of each day. There was a certain comfort within these things, on that she could have never imagined giving up for anything else. With how life had gone, the friends she'd made, potions club had been the most obvious choice. Along with the major chosen, no step could have been easier.

Like so many times before the witch had finished that day's club meeting, the warmth of another brewing session, going over her notes. There were only three people the Slytherin would have ever shared those notes with. In this case it was just a simple note about a potion she wanted to try, one of the more complicated ones, yet when she heard steps near her, her head whipped around to face the source of it all.

Whether it was the need for privacy or the ever-burning wish not to be disturbed, the piece of parchment within her hand was folded up as quickly as it had been unfolded moments prior to the interruption. "Is there something you need?" Not having paid much attention to who had been beside her to cause the disturbance, her voice was short with only her eyes showing a small flicker of an entirely different emotion. "Is it something related to potions?"

[rowle-inglikeastone]

Emmeline|Lyanna

@ms-emmelinevance

Panic rises in her throat, burning as it spreads across her chest. Her fingertips tingle. Her muscles tighten, ready to run or fight or apparate. Someone is following her, she just knows it. All she can hear is the echo of his footsteps, some faceless being she cannot bring herself to turn around and pick out in the crowd. Lyanna just knows he is there, hunting her. Her hands trembled, eyes darting around for a path to escape. She recognizes Emmeline, remembering her from school and recognizing her poking around the ministry as well. Not Lyanna’s first choice but the other woman was an Auror and maybe that would be enough to deter her pursuer. 

Lyanna makes quick work of catching up, sliding an arm through the other woman’s and smiling up at her. “Hello, so glad o see you! I was hoping to catch you before work,” her tone is exaggerated and uncharacteristically friendly. In a much softer more hurried whisper, Lyanna makes eye contact with Emmeline, “someone is following me. Please pretend. Please. . .please just help me right now.”