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“Easy…right…” Regulus finished his own glass before being dragged onto the floor, his arms encircling instinctively. Dancing was a lot like flying, and with Emma, even more so. They moved quite fluidly together, and his awkward nerves calmed some. “No, I donno…” He chewed his lip, grasping her ever so much more, “I think my parents believe, but they haven’t pushed for much more than my idle promises.” Regulus paused again, turning his head to get a better look at Emma, their noses nearly touching. “Maybe I’m just being paranoid. What about you? Are your parents convinced? Are they here?”

Emma chuckled, squeezing his shoulder lightly as they began to dance. “Come on Reg, I promise we’re far better at this now than when we were twelve,” she said, smiling as he relaxed a bit. She did as well, after accidentally remembering their very awkward first dance as pre-teens.

“Hey, maybe they’re just letting you take your time. That can’t be a bad thing, can it? Mine are here, and...” she trailed off as they turned slightly, “..there’s my mother, with a grin on her face, so I think she’s pretty convinced.” Emma smiled up at him, but it fell slightly as she moved closer so she could speak quietly without being drowned out by the music. “Honestly, I think I’m most worried about Narcissa, Lucius, everyone from the house really. Do you think they’re buying it? I mean I have experience making my parents believe absolutely anything, but it’s not quite the same with them...” Emma pulled back to look up at Regulus with a worried look on her face.

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Peach, strawberry, pomegranate

Peach: Are you dating someone right now?

“Well, there is a someone. I’m unsure about ‘dating’ though, it seems too….frivolous a term, shall we say. Either way, there is most definitely a someone.”

Strawberry: Favorite childhood memory?

answered

Pomegranate: What scares you the most?

“Not being given the opportunity to follow my dreams and further my career. I’ve come this far, I can’t stop now.”

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Strawberry grape

Strawberry: Favorite childhood memory?

“The day I got my first toy broomstick. I was barely three feet off the ground, but I loved it instantly. I couldn’t stop grinning for a week.”

Grape: Do you have a group of people you talk with?

“I’ll talk to anyone, that’s simple politeness. About more personal matters though, there are a select few that I will go to. That ‘group’ as it were has changed with time, but Narcissa has always been part of it, naturally.”

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“Mr Avery,” Emma smiled as she walked through the door. “Just the person I came to see, it’s been far too long.” She wandered slowly towards the counter, looking around her. “I’m looking for a gift; a friend of mine has a birthday soon and I am utterly stumped. I was hoping you may be of some assistance?”

Cassius looked up at the sound of the bell from the door, just in time to see someone entering the shop. “Are you looking for anything specific today?”

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Fruit Asks

Apple: Do you enjoy school/work?

Peach: Are you dating someone right now?

Pear: How do you spend your weekends?

Pitaya: What was the last book you read?

Cherry: Who is your best friend?

Strawberry: Favorite childhood memory?

Grape: Do you have a group of people you talk with?

Lemon: Do you regret any friendships?

Pomegranate: What scares you the most?

Passion fruit: What do you like to do the most?

Boysenberry: Are you an introvert or extrovert?

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Regulus took her pause to drink his own, rubbing a hand through his hair. “I said, I think some people might be getting suspicious this isn’t a real thing? And that…maybe…” He took another long drink, somehow feeling awkward. “We might have to start showing some…real affections?” Regulus looked everywhere but at Emma until finally meeting her gaze.

Emma let out a sigh of relief, looking up at him. “I was about to say the same thing. Especially at an event like tonight...” She paused, glancing out at the crowd. “We can do that though, right? Easy,” she said with a grin, taking a large gulp of her drink before depositing it on a nearby table. “Come on, we can at least start by dancing.”

With a chuckle, Emma grabbed his hand and tugged him towards the centre of the room. “Seriously though Reg,” she spoke in a low voice, “when you say ‘some people’ is there anyone you’re specifically thinking of? I need to know who needs the most convincing.”

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Emma’s eyes widened further as Regulus pulled her off to one side, still highly confused as to what was going on. She watched him closely as he continued explaining, and as it all sunk in a grin began spreading across her face.

“Reggie.....that’s absolutely brilliant!” she exclaimed, squeezing his hands as she practically bounced up and down on the spot. By doing this both sets of parents would be off their backs, and how hard could it be to fake an engagement?

Emma’s face fell slightly as it all really sunk in. “This has to be believable,” she blurted out. “My parents will never buy it, otherwise. We can’t tell anyone, obviously, but this can’t just come out of nowhere...events, matches, anything we can I suppose. Merlin that’s a lot....we’ll figure it out, right?” she said after a pause, her mind going a million miles a minute trying to figure out how this was all going to work.

She looked back up at Regulus, a smile on her face once more. “How on earth did I end up with a friend who’s offering to pretend to be engaged?” she laughed. “You’re the best, Reg. It’s a bloody great idea. Although, I’m not sure if us standing in a corner is going to be a help or a hindrance to this plan...what say we rejoin this fundraiser?” With a laugh, Emma tugged him out of the corner, and back towards the crowd that were still gathered.

Puddlemere Fundraiser || Open

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“One second.” Emma held her hand up to the person speaking to stop talking, while the other one lifted her glass to her lips which she downed in an instant. She deposited the empty glass on a tray and picked up a new one from a passing waiter in one swift motion, turning back to her conversation partner.

“I’m sorry, you were saying?” she asked, taking a sip from her fresh glass.

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“I am.” Narcissa confirmed again with a firm nod before chuckling at hr friend. “I didn’t really realise that I was being cryptic by saying that I was coming over, but that’s not the point anymore.” She shook her head. “I needed to get out of the house for a while, and away from the whole family thing, so what better time than to come and see my best friend who I do not get to see nearly enough anymore?”

“Well I hate to tell you this, but escaping your family means that you’re stuck with mine, and I don’t think that even counts as an improvement,” Emma laughed. “You are right though, we don’t get to see each other nearly enough. Is there anything in particular you would like to do, or are we sticking with our standard hot chocolate and life updates like we used to?” she grinned.

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“Hate to break it to you but it was your dear family in charge of the guest list, or rather the lack of one,” Emma said, glancing around the room. “Do you know why Narcissa felt the need to practically make an open invitation to the whole world rather than just having a few of us?”

“Well isn’t this a charming crowd here tonight,” Bellatrix said with her usual sneer.

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Rodolphus chuckled, “I guess you’re right, no point in stressing this late in the game right?” he shrugged and took a gulp from the glass she slid him. “Anyway, enough about the rest of my life, how are things with you? How’s Quidditch?”

“It’s good. Even busier this season than last, surprisingly. I’m quite looking forward to having a few events that’ll drag me out of the house, I will admit.”

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“Well, you’re not wrong, but I do love the ‘huge productions’ your family throws,” Emma grinned.

She shook her head, laughing. “I’ll take your word for it, Reg. As long as you don’t start calling me a grandmother anytime soon,” she warned, shoving him slightly. When the conversation became about Quidditch, Emma couldn’t help but smile. She was glad that she did follow her dream, though she was aware that she was able to do what she wanted with slightly less severe consequences than the Blacks. Her parents may try force her to give it up, but she was near certain that she’d never be disowned over it.

“You’re hilarious,” Emma laughed at Regulus batting his eyelashes. “I can’t say for certain, but I don’t know if she could,” she teased. Emma then froze, her eyebrows immediately furrowing at his last statement. “Wait, what?” she asked. The two of them, married? She couldn’t tell if he was joking or not, and if he wasn’t then she was struggling to find the logic in his madness. “The hell are you smoking, Reg, because I think you’ve gone insane.”

Puddlemere Fundraiser || Open

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“So less than a week constitutes ages in your world? That’s good to know Ems, remind me never to trust you with anything time sensitive.”

“You’ve got a whole five days. That’s enough time to go to the other side of the world, get pissed, and make it back without even having a hangover for the big event. See? Ages,” she laughed. “You need to relax,” Emma said as she slid a glass in his direction.

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“You better still be on for lunch, Malfoy,” Emma called as she walked over towards him. “Or are you too busy with your new promotion? Tour guide, I see,” she nodded towards the man who was walking away from them with a smirk.

“Department of Mysteries? Yes, you’re nearly there. Next corridor, then a left, followed by a right and into the second black door. Can’t miss it.” Lucius flashed a smile then nodded in the direction he first mentioned.