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“Okay, well I’ll try not to fly into your quaffle next time” She laughed, rolling her eyes.“Oh, Well I uh-” Damn it Emma stop stuttering. “There was someone I wanted to ask but, uh, he already had a date.” She tried not to seem put down about it, shrugging it off. “I just haven’t got around to asking anyone else yet.” Was it bad that she could feel her face heating up? Well all he had to do was look her way and she would blush.

“That wasn’t my fault. I was just passing the quaffle, you flew right into it.” It was actually pretty hilarious to watch. What wasn’t hilarious was that he almost got a foul for it. “So, how does a beautiful girl like you not have a date?”

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“How do you know I wasn’t meant to be a Hufflepuff” Emma grinned as she winked, taking another long sip. “The hat takes your choice into consideration remember?” At the mention of the sweets she frowned, sticking her tongue out “You should also know I hate chocolate.”

“And here I thought Gryffindors are sharers, but I guess I’m confusing us with Hufflepuff. Well, next time I got some extra chocolate frogs don’t you dare throw me those puppy looks of yours!”

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Emma rolled her eyes at her own clumsiness as she took Jace’s hand, using him to pull herself up of the ground. “I’m fine, thanks.” She started to laugh at herself as she dusted down her robes. “Surely you’ve seen me in worse positions on the field, haven’t you? In fact I’m certain one of your quaffles hit me at the last Quidditch game.”

Jace looked around, pretending to look for someone. “Pretty sure you’re the only Carstairs here.” Jace wasn’t sure why she was backing away from him, but before he could warn her, she was already tripping over someone’s robe. He bit his lip trying not to laugh. Stepping forward he asked, “Are you okay? Walking backwards probably wasn’t a good idea.” He offered his hand to help Emma up.

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“The same food they’re feeding the rest of you as far as I’m aware.” Emma laughed and stuck her tongue out playfully before trowing the snitch towards Amberle. “Here, catch.” 

Amberle clapped her hands from the shore, cheering as well. “I don’t know what they’re feeding you Gryffindors sometimes, I swear,” Amberle said wit ha grin, shaking her head.

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Suddenly, Emma’s voice got slightly higher pitched than usual, her eyes widening. “Who me?” a hand came up to flip her hair over her shoulder casually “Well- I” It seemed walking backwards hadn’t been the best idea - the young witch went flying as she tripped over someones robes. “No. No I don’t.” She shook her head from her new position on the floor, her face almost as red as a Phoenix feather. 

Jace stopped in his tracks when he heard someone say his name. He would recognize the voice easily after years of jeering at each other on the field. It was all in good fun, as were his next words. “I suppose you have a date then, Carstairs.”

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When she heard Jace’s voice Emma’s eyes widened. She cleared her throat before plastering a playful smirk on her face and turning to face him as she walked backwards. “You probably couldn’t get a date anyway Herondale, so I suppose you don’t have to worry.” 

“Do we really have to bring dates to this Yule Ball thing?” Jace huffed as he walked out of the great hall. “Would it really be absurd if we go alone?”

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Emma pulled the drink to her chest quickly. “You bet I am. Come on Dutch, you’ve played with me for long enough to know I don’t share.” She giggled as she took a long sip of butterbeer, a frothy moustache forming above her top lip.

Walking into The Three Broomsticks Dutch notices a familiar face at one of the tables and walks over plopping down next to them. “So, are you still gonna drinking that?”

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Emma Carstairs // Gryffindor

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At the sound of Mark’s voice Emma’s blood began to boil - she couldn’t bare to have a member of another team see her in this way. “I’m fine Blackthorn.” As she said his name, her hand hit the water and splashed him up on the side, causing a smirk to form on her lips. “Oops?” She shrugged, grabbing her broom from the water as she climbed out of the lake.

Mark didn’t see the quickly approaching broom until it was too close and he jumped back at the warning. Hearing Emma’s voice wasn’t surprising at all - and he wouldn’t miss the opportunity to make fun of her either. “Well done, Carstairs!” He called as he approached the lake. “You okay, there?”

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After a moment, Emma resurfaced, a triumphant smile on her face and her fist in the air. “I caught it!” She reached out for her broom that was floating beside her in the water, dragging it behind her has she got to the side. “Of course I’m alive, it takes a little more than some cold water to knock me down - but of course you probably know that from last months Quidditch match.” She grinned at the other seeker, playing with the golden snitch she held between her fingers.

Amberle was twirling their wand between their fingers as they sat down in the snow covered grass, heating charm in place. Watching the air for any students taking advantage of the calm weather and their eyes fixated on a flying figure. When they saw that the figure starting to lose control and fly in the direction of the lake Amberle sprang up to their feet running towards the crash site. “Hello! Are you alive?!” they called out once they reached the shore.

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Emma flew around the Hogwarts grounds pitch on her broom, chasing the practice snitch. Suddenly she lost control of the broom panicked as she headed to the ground at a much quicker rate than she had intended. “Watch out!” she called to the student passing by. Luckily she narrowly missed them and went head first into the icy lake instead. 

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Emma hesitated - she had exactly three reasons to be in New York, two of which she definitely would not be sharing with a Clave envoy, even if she wasn’t in charge of the institute. “Transfer. Just a transfer. I was hoping to learn something from the Lightwoods. I thought Izzy or Jace could help me with my combat skills.” 

“Not anymore. Let’s just say that things didn’t go to plan while I was in charge. I’m currently tasked with information gathering on Valentine’s plans.” She said wit ha slight now. “What about you? What brings you to New York?”

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Emma nodded solemnly. “I heard about the ball. Fortunately, or I suppose unfortunately for me, I am neither from New York or a Downworlder - I didn’t get an invite. I think I would have preferred to fight off a few demons though, would have been a great stress relief.”

“Well, if I do see tall, brooding, and blond I will make sure to send him your way, sweetie.” She said wit ha wink. “Besides people attacking each other and the almost massacre in the park a few days ago, I don’t think you missed much.”

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Emma froze, Mark hadn’t heard about his sister? She had thought the seelies would have told him, but apparently not. “Helen? She’s, um, she’s not in L.A with your family at the moment.” It must have been hard enough for Mark to deal with how much his siblings had changed, hearing that his sister had been taken by the clave and exiled would crush him. 

“They speak as often as they can, and Jules always lets her know how everyone is.” She smiled a sad smile, desperate to weave her way around the subject - Emma really didn’t want to be the one to tell Mark what had happened with his sister. “You may not be able to see her right now but I promise, she really is okay.”

Oh, how Mark missed them. He contemplated leaving his worries behind and visiting them, but they seemed to be fine on their own and he’d only bring them trouble. He didn’t know how to take care of his siblings anymore, as if the Wild Hunt had taken that part away from him. Yet he still picked up on the change in Emma’s mood; took one lost person to recognize another, he supposed.

“Julian has a good heart, I suppose he did it to protect you.” Last time he’d seen the girl, she had just lost her parents; he understood why Julian would rush to be her parabatai. And talking about protection and loved ones… “Where was Helen on that day? I wish to see if my sister is well.”

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Julian&Emma ~

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I was a child and she was a child,   In this kingdom by the sea, But we loved with a love that was more than love—   I and my Annabel Lee— With a love that the wingèd seraphs of Heaven   Coveted her and me.

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Emma Carstairs - Fear of the Ocean

’Miles of ocean, and oh the vastness of it, shadows and salt, fierce dark water filled with alien emptiness and the monsters that lived there. Imagine falling into that water, desperately trying to remain on the surface: the terror of the realisation of what was under you - miles and miles of nothingness and monsters, blackness stretching away everywhere and the sea floor so far below - would tear your mind apart.’

‘The sea was what had taken her parents’ bodies and returned them, broken and empty. She knew from the reports that they’d been dead when they’d been cast into the water, but it didn’t help. She remembered the lines of a poem Arthur had recited once, about the ocean: water washes, and tall ships founder, and deep death waits.’ ‘That was what the sea was, to her. Deep death waiting.’

(Cassandra Clare, Lady Midnight)