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rcmvslvpn:

It wasn’t that Remus disliked, Emmeline Vance; it was just that he didn’t know her too well to be able to hold a conversation with her. They had gone to school together, but they were a few years apart and not from the same house. Hogwarts made it that if you were in different houses, you probably didn’t know each other very well and that often felt to Remus like they were trying to divide the students.

Tonight, however, he didn’t really mind that he didn’t know Emmeline too well, because she wasn’t exactly the most friendly person. “I know that whiskey burns, Vance,” he said, defiantly. “And I know it’s fire whiskey.” He looked at her. “You’re not a professor you don’t have to lecture me like that.” He normally stayed quiet and polite, but the firewhiskey was making him say thing’s he normally didn’t to people he’d normally keep his mouth shut around. “I can handle it, thanks.” He turned away from her slightly, but didn’t completely turn his back to her. He knew she was probably trying to help, but it really came out sounding completely condescending.

As Remus spoke to her Emmeline kept her face as neutral as she could. Normally she did not like people talking to her using the tone Remus was using but he was drunk and she was drunk so she was going to let it slide- for now. Plus it’s not like he was wrong- she was being pretty condescending towards him -but Emmeline was trying to be a bit friendlier so she forced herself to smile a bit.

She took a drink of her own whiskey before looking at Remus again. “Sorry. I spend all day around men who think that just because I’m a woman I can’t do my job as well as them so I spend a lot of time explaining things I don’t have to- just to prove that I do know what I’m doing. I guess it’s a hard habit to break- even amongst more pleasant company.”

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lilyevanssx:

Lily laughed a bit at the girl’s admittance of pouring too much whiskey into her drink. She knew that she’d feel the same way, even after a couple of drinks, and so the girl shrugged her shoulders before answering, “Well, what’s a holiday party without a hangover the next morning?” Her smile was wide as she said it, even though Lily had never had a hangover but once in her whole life. “If you need a remedy, I’ve got a great one. My mum used to give it to my dad when he was nursing an awful one. Always helped, at least a little bit.”

There were days where she wished she had been more like her mum; more caring and more kind, and less stubborn, like her father. She hoped that she had enough kindness to make up for that attitude that she saw too much of in Petunia. She wished, one day, that her mother would take her back in as her daughter. But there was no time for thoughts like those. No time at all. This was a holiday event, after all, and Lily was determined to be joyful. “You and me, yea? We’ll be drunk together.” She held up her drink. “Happy holidays!”

Emmeline smiled a bit at Lily. She’d seen the redhead around school a few times- they’d even had a class or two together when Emmeline had been in her seventh year so she knew of the ginger but she’d always been more Marlene’s friend than Emmeline’s. “I suppose you’re right. It wouldn’t be a holiday if someone wasn’t getting completely knackered.” She smiled before taking a small drink from her cup of whiskey-eggnog. She made a small face of disgust as she thought about Lily’s offer of a hangover cure. “After this glass I just might need that cure.”

She watched Lily as her face became clouded with sadness. If Emmeline had been a better person- someone that was better with emotions she would have said something to Lily -but instead she clasped her glass and looked away from the young girl in front of her. When she heard Lily start talking again, Emmeline looked at her before grinning. “That sounds like a great plan. Vance and Evans drunk together.” She smiled raising her glass as well. “Cheers.”

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daisiesxhook:

Collapsing on a stool, Daisy let her eyes scan the pub blankly. She had made way too many rounds, and had drank far too many drinks if the toilet in the loo was any indication. She felt much stabler now, however. And that was a blessing in disguise, she supposed. A right Christmas Miracle, before the holiday ever came around. Praise Merlin. The sarcastic thoughts were followed with a roll of her hazel eyes. 

Turning, she looked behind her, wondering if she could wave down the keep for a glass of gilly water. It might even stave off the roaring headache she would no doubt have in the morning. Nowhere to be found, however. Which was just her luck. As always. She needed some sort of stimulation, or else it was right back to how she had been when she’d first walked into the party. Worried, suspicious and fake. Jumping back up, she decided to forego the water. 

“How’s it going?” she asked, sitting at the first table she saw with an empty seat. “Bit early for Christmas, but it’s one hell of a party, huh?”

Emmeline preferred to keep a clear head when she was out at social gatherings. Something about there being mass amounts of people in one place kept her on edge. She just couldn’t stop herself from watching everyone, everything in case things were to turn south. That didn’t mean that the former Ravenclaw wasn’t drinking at all- no she constantly had some glass or another in her hands, plus there was a flask full of fire whiskey in her bag -it just meant she knew when she needed to slow down. Slowing down is exactly what the young girl in front of her needed. Motioning for two gilly waters Emmeline smiled as Daisy sat next to her.

“Yes it is a bit early but half these people wouldn’t have shown up any closer to Christmas. Family gatherings and all that. Or you know some of them would be leaving the country to avoid all of that.” She smiled before her gaze wondered over the party once more. Everyone looked like they were having a good time and really that’s all that could be asked for during times like this.

“The party is pretty fantastic. Some nice drinks, nice conversation...” She trailed off shrugging a bit. “I would have to say this party is a bit of a success.”

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bblackksiriuss:

Sirius wasn’t quite sure how people claimed all that situational smoker nonsense- judging from how difficult a time he’d been having to light his damn cigarette right now, people who didn’t repeat the motions on a daily basis couldn’t possibly manage to successfully light and smoke a cigarette while intoxicated. Although maybe if he just used his damn wand instead of this muggle fire lighting thing… But he was stubborn and drunk, stumbling around the party with the muggle lighter in hand and unlit cigarette in his mouth. 

He’d just finally managed to light his lighter when the small flame and a shadow creeping up behind him startled him enough to lose his hold, groaning loudly as he turned on his heels to see who was behind him. “Give me a light? Please?” 

It was starting to get crowded in the pub and as Emmeline tended to do when things started getting uncomfortable- she bailed. She was hoping to slip away quietly without anyone noticing her- she’d stayed for a good two hours and she’d managed to have a handful of conversations with people who weren’t her two best friends -but of course the universe had something else in mind for her. If Emmeline believed in astrology she’d say that she’d been born under a cursed star, always finding herself in unlikely predicaments and doing things she’d rather not do.

As she turned to see who she’d managed to find alone in the alley, her features softened a bit. While Sirius Black by all means should have been an aristocratic prat he was surprisingly not. And while he’d been a few years younger than she was it was hard not to know who Sirius was. Andromeda and her sisters hadn’t exactly been pleased with is sorting. Smiling a bit she took the lighter from Sirius’ hand and easily brought a flame to life. “You know it’s easier to keep these lit if you stop moving for half a second.”

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lilyevanssx:

The Leaky Cauldron brought back memories that she didn’t particularly like. Even in the shining light, she could still see Severus’ shadow in the corner. She could still hear the words he’d said, and feel the deep pain that still rang throughout her body. And yet, Lily put on a smile. That was just who she was. And with Harry being baby sat, she didn’t have a care in the world (in theory, of course). 

Lily hoped that nothing would go wrong at this event. She prayed, actually, even though she wasn’t entirely sure who she was praying to. The words felt like lead in her mind, but she had to fight through that feeling in order to keep her smile going. And the smile stayed, successfully. Especially when a person sat down in front of her, the smell of booze filling her nostrils. “Please, tell me that’s the drink and not you,” she said.

Emmeline may have gotten a bit heavy handed with the drink she was now nursing. She had been adding a bit more whiskey to her eggnog when she spotted someone across the room. She’d been so busy watching them- before realising that of course it wasn’t one of her old muggle friends -that she hadn’t realised just how much whiskey was now in her glass. She wasn’t about to admit that she’d messed up so disastrously so Emmeline had taken her drink and walked away to hopefully find someone to help her drink the monstrosity she had in front of her.

“It’s the drink. I may have... accidentally poured more whiskey than eggnog.” She laughed a bit pushing the glass a little farther away from Lily. “Looks like I’m going to be more drunk than I intended by the end of the night.”

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rcmvslvpn:

Remus already felt drunk. Even though it had taken a lot of coaxing, he found himself sitting at the bar in the Leaky Cauldron nursing a glass of peppermint firewhiskey. The liquid burned the back of his throat and he thought maybe he was meant to be mixing it with something, but he took another sip anyway, shuddering as he swallowed. He scanned the room, trying to pin point any of his friends in the crowd. His vision felt blurred, his tongue heavy in his mouth. He didn’t drink often and he knew even one or two drinks was going to render him pretty incoherent. And yet, here he was drinking anyway.

He was tired of being cautious. He was tired of overthinking everything. He just wanted to have a good time without having to worry. Alcohol was definitely a good way to ensure that happened. He was hoping that no one was going to pull anything that night. He just wanted to have a good night. He saw someone slide onto the stool next to him and he turned to them. “Word of advice. You might not want to try the firewhiskey–it burns.”

Emmeline had made her rounds around the pub, forcing herself to smile and make conversation with the few friends and acquaintances that she had before she made her way to what she thought was an empty corner of the bar. Through nothing else than her how neglect in actually looking to see if anyone else was there did she miss Remus Lupin sitting by himself drinking. She was wondering what the young boy was drinking until he made the comment about firewhiskey burning. Before she could help herself she started to laugh before shaking her head a bit at Remus.

“You know it’s got the name fire in it. Plus most whiskeys have a bit of a burn to them also... anyone could have guessed that firewhiskey burns.” She said before realising that she wasn’t exactly being the friendliest person. “It’s not really a beginner’s drink. You should try something... less burn-y if you want to enjoy what you’re drinking.”

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sweet-chxrity:

Charity nearly squealed when the owl arrived from Emmeline. She had been early anticipating it, and when it arrived she moved quickly to gather her things so she could get to Emmeline’s flat as soon as possible. It had been forever since she had seen her best friend and couldn’t wait to catch up and relax with the girl. After a tense few weeks in England, it was most certainly welcome.

She arrived and knocked on the door eagerly, wine in hand. When the door opened she nearly dropped the bottle due to the sheer enthusiasm that washed through her. She knew she was being ridiculous, but she hadn’t felt happiness like this in the longest time and she was going to enjoy it, so help her. Giving Emmeline a big hug, she secured the bottle and squeezed hard, glad to have her best friend back. It had been too long. She ushered herself inside, plopped herself on Emmeline’s couch, and gave her a wide smile. 

“Come, sit. We have some catching up to do.”

Emmeline had been lazily flipping through the television channels when she heard the knock on her door. She jumped up off the couch, nearly spilling her glass of wine in her haste to answer the door for her friend. She couldn’t help the small laugh that slipped past her lips as Charity pulled her into a hug.

“Charity calm down! You’re going to make me spill my wine.” She laughed as they let go of each other. She watched as her friend crossed the room like she lived there- which the two girls practically did. They were best friends and if they couldn’t walk around the other’s house like they lived there then what was the point of being best friends?

“Of course we do.” She plopped onto the couch next to Charity. “My trip was as usual so you tell me what I’ve missed since I’ve been gone.”

What Did I Miss? || Emmeline & Charity

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ems-vanity:

Emma didn’t enjoy parties, she didn’t go to them often throughout her school years nor did she know what to do or say whilst attending them. The leaky cauldron was filled with people and lovely decorations. However, Emma wasn’t standing in the middle of the room aiming to draw attention to herself. Instead, she was at the side. Tapping the wine glasses with a spoon to make a chiming noise, whilst reaching for a pastry sitting on the table. Beginning to chew on the pastry, Emma barely noticed the person beside her. Rolling her eyes as she heard a horrible song come on. “Typical.” She said, turning slowly on her heel to observe others. Jumping as Emma noticed somebody standing beside her. The pastry half in her mouth, she groaned. Covering her mouth with her hand. “Merlin, sorry.” 

Parties were not Emmeline’s strong suit. She didn’t enjoy the vapid small talk of her contemporaries but she also didn’t want Rita to be right about her. Emmeline was going to prove to herself and to everyone that she could be a pleasant person. She found herself in need of a drink so she made her way over to the drinks table. She wasn’t staring at Emma necessarily but the other girl obviously believed so so she forced herself to smile and wave her off. “You’re fine. The pastry must be damn good though. Makes me want one.”

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mrs-txnks:

It wasn’t everyday that Andromeda got to go out for a couple of drinks and socialise but tonight Ted’s parents were minding Nymphadora. So that resulted in Andromeda arriving earlier to the leaky cauldron to get a couple extra drinks before the party. By the time, all the guests began arriving, it was fair to say that Andromeda was a little on the tipsy side. Wrapping a piece of tinsel around her neck, Andromeda let out a laugh as she lent back in the chair. Gesturing to the person in front of her to come closer, as she clutched the French Martini in her free hand.

Her vision was blurry and Andromeda knew that she would have a sore head in the morning. Taking a sip of her Martini, Andromeda grinned, leaning closer to the person. “Are you having a good time?” Setting her drink down sloppily on the table, “How have you been?” Andromeda inquired, narrowing her eye as she tried to make out the figure of the person that she was making conversation with. 

Emmeline had only been home for a couple of days when she found out about the Christmas party. She originally wasn’t going to go but Charity had convinced her that being a recluse wasn’t exactly something people should aspire to be. So she’d dressed up, slipped a flask of firewhiskey into her purse and headed down to the Leakey Cauldron. She had left a bit late- hoping to miss the worst of it -getting there when most people were already well past drunk. She headed straight for the bar and ordered herself a gin and tonic when she noticed someone waving her over. Smiling a bit, Emmeline walked over to her old friend- they hadn’t really spoken since they’d graduated but it was always nice to see Andromeda.

“Andromeda!” She grinned smirking a bit realising that her friend was slightly more than just a little tipsy. “I am having a great time dear and I’m doing just fantastically. How have you been?”

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severedprince:

Of course Emmeline had to be in a brilliant mood - or at least, it seemed like it, from the cheery smile she gave him as soon as he looked up.

He did not have the energy for this.

It wasn’t as if he hated joy on principle. It was just that he was busy, and he had more important things to do than chat with people he didn’t care the slightest for, and he could not deal with such a chipper attitude when it was so bloody cold outside.

He paused in his digging and gave a long-suffering sigh. It should not be impossible to talk and look at the same time, but in this case, he doubted either would finish as quickly as he liked if he tried to multi-task. Crossing his arms in both irritation and an attempt to conserve warmth, he turned to properly face the young woman at the table. 

“I need ingredients for a few potions, and since I can’t get back into my supply at school– they’ve probably all spoiled by now, just my luck, can’t wait to show up to a cupboard full of rotten snakewings one day–” he grumbled more to himself than to Emmeline before continuing. “So I’m here, shopping. Like most people here at the shops, I would assume. Does that satisfy your question?” 

If she hadn’t just taken a bite of her ice cream Emmeline would have laughed. Severus was far too serious for a boy his age. He had aged so much since she graduated from Hogwarts and she found herself wondering what could have happened to make him this way. Not that he was the most chipper of people while they’d been at school but there was just something weighing him down. As he crossed his arms over his chest, Emmeline couldn’t help but think that Severus looked like a petulant child. She wanted to laugh. Wanted to tell him just how childish he looked and was acting but something told her that Severus might not have taken the comment well, so she kept it to herself. Instead she just smiled a bit before taking another bite of her ice cream- that she’d completely forgotten about while she’d been writing in her notebook.

She let him gripe- sometimes a person just needed to be a pessimist for a while before they could bright up again; something that Emmeline knew a fair bit about herself. Once he was done talking though, Emmeline smiled at him again. “I suppose it does answer my question but as for satisfying me with an answer... well that’s a different story.” She responded with a shrug. His answer had answered a few questions Emmeline had had about the man sitting in front of her. He was a professor at the now closed Hogwarts; and if he was looking for ingredients then it only stood to reason that he was teaching Potions. What could Dumbledore have been thinking to hire a freshly graduated young man as Potions Professor- that was a question for another time though.

“My curiosity now lays with what potion you’re working on, especially considering you’re currently out of a job.” Emmeline responded as she played with what was left of her ice cream. She may have been out of the loop on most things going on but when a school as prestigious as Hogwarts shuts down everyone hears about it. 

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Send me an emotion and I’ll describe how my Muse expresses it non-verbally.

Indifference Anxiety Frustration Excitement Impatience Boredom Sorrow Confusion Lust Disgust Exhaustion Panic Fright Enthusiasm Mischief …Or any other you can think of!

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PLACE IN SOCIETY

Financial: Wealthy / moderate / poor / in poverty

Medical: Fit / moderate / sickly / disabled / disadvantaged

Class or caste: Upper / middle / working / slave / Unsure

Education: Qualified / unqualified / studying

Criminal record: yes, for major crimes / yes, for minor crimes / no

FAMILY

Married - happily / Married - unhappily / engaged or betrothed / partnered / single / divorced / separated

Has a child or children / has no children / wants children

Close with sibling(s) / Not close with sibling(s) / Has no siblings

Orphaned / adopted / disowned / raised by birth parents

TRAITS + TENDENCIES

Extroverted / Introverted / in between

Disorganised / Organised / in between

Close minded / Open minded / in between

Calm / Anxious / in between

Disagreeable / Agreeable / in between

Cautious / Reckless / in between

Patient / impatient / in between

Outspoken / Reserved / in between

Leader / follower / in between

Empathetic / Unempathetic / in between

Optimistic / pessimistic / in between

Traditional / modern / in between

Hard working / lazy / in between

Cultured / un-cultured / in between / unknown

Loyal / disloyal / unknown

Faithful / unfaithful / unknown

BELIEFS:

Monotheist / polytheist / atheist / agnostic / unknown

Belief in ghosts or spirits: yes / no / don’t know / don’t care

Belief in an afterlife:  yes / no / don’t know / don’t care

Belief in reincarnation:  yes / no / don’t know / don’t care

Belief in aliens: yes / no / don’t know / don’t care

Religious: orthodox / liberal / in between / not religious

Philosophical: yes / no

OPINIONS

Pro-suicide / anti-suicide / doesn’t know or on the fence

Pro-euthanasia / anti-euthanasia / doesn’t know or on the fence

Pro-choice / anti-abortion /  doesn’t know or on the fence

Pro-marriage / anti-marriage / doesn’t know or on the fence

Pro-death penalty / anti-death penalty / doesn’t know or on the fence

Pro-drug legislation / anti-drug legislation / doesn’t know or on the fence

Pro-murder / anti-murder / doesn’t know or on the fence

Pro-cannibalism / anti-cannibalism / doesn’t know or on the fence

Left wing / right ring / middle / doesn’t know or on the fence

SEXUALITY + ROMANTIC INCLINATION

Allosexual / Asexual

Alloromantic / Aromantic

Sex repulsed / sex neutral / sex favourable

Romance repulsed / romance neutral / romance favourable

Sexually: adventurous / experienced / naive / inexperienced / curious

Potential sexual partners: male / female / agender / other / none / all

Potential romantic partners: male / female / agender / other / none / all

ABILITIES

Combat skills: excellent / good / moderate / poor / none

Literacy skills: excellent / good / moderate / poor / none

Artistic skills: excellent / good / moderate / poor / none

Technical skills: excellent / good / moderate / poor / none

HABITS

Drinking alcohol: never / sometimes / frequently / to excess

Smoking: never / sometimes / frequently / to excess

Other narcotics: never / sometimes / frequently / to excess

Medicinal drugs: never / sometimes / frequently / to excess

Indulgent food: never / sometimes / frequently / to excess

Splurge spending: never / sometimes / frequently / to excess

Gambling: never / sometimes / frequently / to excess

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severedprince:

Severus dug through his shoulder bag with a frown, trying to find the piece of parchment he’d written his shopping list on. All he needed was a few ingredients for a potion or two, and yet he seemed to have managed to lose his list already. Frustrated, he slid into the closest chair in the alley, which happened to be sitting outside Fortescue’s ice cream parlour. Why was it even open this late in the year? No sane person could want a cold dessert when it was already this cold out. He grumbled to himself as he dropped into the seat and continued rummaging through his bag, now having the space to set it on the table.

Of course, he couldn’t just be left alone for two minutes. No, he had to have chosen a seat near someone who had to have spoken up. Severus looked up to give an abrasive glare at the person across from him at the table, his sallow face clearly annoyed.

Oh, it was the Vance girl. Emmeline. He supposed it could have been worse. What house had she been in at school? Gryffindor? No, it had been Ravenclaw, certainly. Severus remembered her, then; she’d been a few years ahead of him, always boisterous and bold, but wickedly bright as well. He’d been in classes with her, ones that were electives and not separated by year. But he hadn’t seen her since she’d finished her seventh year. She’d left to be a cursebreaker, or another equally adventurous position. Unsurprising.

Spending time to catch up with her, however, was not a desire of Severus’ in the least. Despite how well they might have gotten along at one point or another academically, he was under no illusions that they were friends, or even proper acquaintances. And she absolutely wasn’t a Death Eater, or sympathetic to their cause, so there was no reason to prolong their conversation more than necessary. He’d have to make it quick.

“Ah, yes. I’d heard you’d… left the country, or something?” he asked, waving his hand vaguely, not actually interested in the slightest as to how she’d ended up back in Diagon Alley. “Don’t dismay, I won’t bother you long, I just need to… “ he trailed off, continuing to dig through his bag, trying to separate the small books and other loose pieces of parchment that clearly did not contain his ingredient list.

While Emmeline certainly hadn’t been looking for company she wasn’t going to say no to whomever she happened upon. Which was why she was sitting outside of Fortescue’s rather than taking her ice cream to go like the few other people who were going into the shop despite the chill in the air. She dug through her bag for a moment before pulling out a scarf and wrapping it around her neck- while she enjoyed the colder weather she wasn’t immune to the numbness that came from being too cold.

She had spotted Severus the moment he’d turned down the street. It was difficult to not miss the Slytherin boy- he had such a distinctive look. Well man she supposed. If she remembered his year correctly he would have graduated from Hogwarts by now and been out in the work force for at least a year. If they had been better friends during their years at school together Emmeline doubted she’d know what Severus was up to now- Charity was one of her best friends and she couldn’t be bothered to remember her occupation all the time. She watched him as he dug through his bag and returned his abrasive glare with a bright smile of her own. Just because he was in a mood did not mean that she had to let it bring her down.

Now that he was sitting opposite her, Emmeline had an opportunity to really look at him. He looked unhappy and not just because he couldn’t find whatever it was that he was looking for- it was something deeper than that. When she graduated he was only a forth year and had seemed so happy despite the problems with his best friend being a Gryffindor and his sorting into Slytherin. The few years that had passed had not been kind to the young man and Emmeline found herself trying to figure it out- figure him out. She was brought out of her thoughts by Severus’ hand waving dismissively in her face and she tried to piece together what had been said by the man in front of her.

“Oh you’re of no bother.” She said softly figuring it the was best and most diplomatic thing to say to Severus. “What brings you to Diagon Alley?” She asked as he dug through his bag. If he was going to be sitting across from her they were going to talk with each other since returning to her thoughts was out of the question.

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What Did I Miss? || Emmeline & Charity

Emmeline sometimes dreaded coming home from her trips to Egypt. There wasn’t a war to worry about in Egypt. It was just her, her team and the curse they were trying to get past. Not to say that Emmeline didn’t missing England when she was gone- because she did -but she just felt so much more free when she was outside of her home country. Maybe it was because no one expected anything from Emmeline than exactly what she was willing to do for them- which was her job. Or maybe it was because while she and her coworkers were friendly they didn’t have to actually pal around.

Emmeline was by no means a lone wolf though. She constantly craved attention and affection from others which is probably why she found herself being friends with people like Charity and Rita. Her friendship with the first girl had surprised Emmeline while they’d been in school but now it was customary for her to owl the former Hufflepuff and invite her over. Which is exactly what she’d done upon returning from her latest trip. Immediately upon entering England again, Emmeline had sent an owl off to her friend before going to her apartment and cleaning up a bit before Charity arrived. She stopped on her way home to pick up some groceries- it would be kind of difficult to cook dinner without any food in her home -before carefully letting herself into her apartment. She opened a bottle of Chardonnay and sat on her couch flipping through the channels on her tv as she waited for Charity to show up.

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It felt good to be home. Sure Egypt was lovely and she’d enjoyed every minute that she’d been there but there was nothing like sleeping in her own bed. Nothing like tea from her own kettle in her own mug and there was definitely nothing like a shower in her own bathroom. After spending two days holed up in her apartment by herself eating takeout and ice cream whilst watching tv- she bought an apartment right on the outskirts of both worlds she belonged to -Emmeline found that she was craving human interaction. Checking to make sure there weren’t any muggles passing by her apartment window, she flicked her wand cleaning her living room up using magic before walking over to the bag she had packed for Egypt. Opening up the small clasp on the outside of the bag, she turned it over letting everything that had been inside topple out onto the floor. A small laugh slipped past her lips as a pile of sand puddled around her feet- especially considering she just cleaned the rest of her apartment. One final shake of bag and Emmeline began to place items into her bag again- a journal, some pens and pencils, a couple of books, an apple, and a scarf in case the weather turns chilly -before grabbing her keys from the table and walking out of her apartment.

It was only a short walk to Diagon Alley- about three miles or so and Emmeline enjoyed the exercise, she needed to stay in shape for her job -and before she knew it Emmeline was eating an ice cream cone outside Fortescue’s and watching people walk by her. She had bought a copy of the Prophet on her way through the Leaky Cauldron and it was currently folded neatly next to her open journal. If anyone were to ever look into her journal they would have a one way ticket into the inner workings of her mind. Whenever she needed to work a problem out Emmeline could be seen scrawling in the journal- she found it more comforting than talking to other people. The most current entry in her journal had to do with the current headline of the Prophet- a headline that was becoming more and more common, that was becoming harder and harder to ignore -the attack on yet another defenseless muggle village. As a muggleborn everyone expected Emmeline to be more angry. More upset. More scared. More ready to fight. More ready to protect people like her. Everyone expected more, more, and more from her. It wasn’t that she didn’t feel anything it was more everything Emmeline felt went into her journal- her way of compartmentalising everything -so that she could focus on her job without any distractions. She was scared, and angry, and upset. She was able to fight, and she did want to protect muggles and muggleborns but above all of that- above everything she felt -Emmeline valued her own life. Sure she could run along the front lines with some of her former classmates and possibly help win the war but there was also a chance that she could completely freeze up and die. She could be at the wrong place at the wrong time and die sure but Emmeline sees joining the resistance as increasing the probability of her own death.

There is just so much left for her to do. So much left that she wants to do. So no- not unless there are some extenuating circumstances -you would not find Emmeline fighting on the front lines. She would support her friends who were doing so and she would help where she could but she would not be running into the fire. Looking up from her journal she smiled as she spotted someone she knew. Finishing up her most recent thoughts on what was happening to muggles she closed her journal and slipped it into her bag before pulling out a book she’d been annotating- as far as her contemporary was concerned Emmeline had been scribbling in this. She waited for the inevitable sound of the chair across from her being moved before looking up from her annotations and smiling again.

“Fancy running into you here.” She said softly closing the book to let her new companion know that she glad they’d sat opposite her.

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“AND NOTHING’S FINE I’M TORN. I’M ALL OUT OF PLACE THIS IS HOW I FEEL.”

Emmeline Vance is TWENTY-FOUR years old and graduated from Hogwarts in 1975 as a RAVENCLAW. She is currently a cursebreaker and remaining { Neutral }. People often get her confused with Aja Naomi King.

+ : adventurous, assertive, intelligent.

- : stubborn, selfish, impatient.

Emmeline Vance came into the world with fire in her eyes.  She spent her early years running through the fields that surrounded her house, chunks of hair escaping from the braids her mother had painstakingly formed in an effort to control her daughter’s unruly locks.  What she should have realized was that Emmeline was as untamable as her hair—she had an adventurous heart, one that would never be content to settle.

The arrival of a stern-looking woman with a pair of fantastically retro glasses just before her eleventh birthday set Emmeline on her next and greatest adventure.  When Minerva McGonagall spoke of the magic that ran through her veins Emmeline was far from surprised—she had always known there was something special about her.  She had always known that she was different, and now she had a reason.  She understood.  It wasn’t scary to learn that she was a witch.  It was a relief.

The wizarding world wasn’t quite as magical as she had originally believed.  It was flawed—it was as messy as the world she left behind, with one distinct difference.  She belonged in this one.  She belonged on the cobblestone streets of Diagon Alley and in, even the most boring, of Potions classes.  She belonged, and she wasn’t going to let anyone tell her any differently.  She refused to allow the anti-Muggleborn sentiments to make her feel like she was any less than those spewing those statements.

She was determined to stay neutral in the war she spent little time thinking about.  Yes, she was a Muggleborn, but that was the only way this conflict affected her.  It was easy to stay neutral.  It was easy to go to Egypt or Africa on jobs and forget about the turmoil at home.  It was easy to stay out of it, but just like with everything in life, it stopped being easy.  After her family’s village was attacked she found it less intolerable to listen to Marlene McKinnon’s whispers of an organization that could help.

CHARITY BURBAGE: She had no idea when or why Charity had become her best friend. They were nothing alike. Charity was a decent person whereas Emmeline’s decency only extended so far. There were very few people that Emmeline would be willing to make a sacrifice for, but Charity was one of them.

RITA SKEETER: Rita Skeeter was truly the most annoying person she had ever come across. She had a copy of the article the daft witch had penned about Cursebreakers in which she had cited that Emmeline’s poor attitude likely meant that she would have a life that consisted of little beyond her career. She laughed it off, but she kept the article, folded and tucked away, to remind her of that ugly possibility, to remind her that it was okay to open up to people.

MARLENE MCKINNON: Marlene was her friend in a way Charity never could be– Marlene understood her. She understood her need for self-preservation and her guilt over making that her priority. Marlene was so similar to herself that Emmeline couldn’t help but enjoy the older girl’s company. Maybe she would learn something from her.

SEVERUS SNAPE: Snape was intriguing. He was deliciously bad, but he also gave off a tortured soul vibe that she found to be irresistable.  She wasn’t necessarily attracted to him as a man so much as his personality.  She wanted to get to know him better, and it bothered her because she didn’t understand why.