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i accidentally showed some weakness earlier today it was disgusting i would not recommend it 

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"but the value of my time is priceless," she joined dougal at the front, granting him her shiny practiced reporter smile. "i'll take what i can get. i welcome new experiences." a flat out lie- merlin, if it was gin, she'd pour it right down the gutter when dougal wasn't looking.

she wasn't as good as this part as she'd like to be, didn't have the bedside manner that she wished she did. sometimes she felt like people were just obstacles to the truth, standing in the way of the story. she tried to remind herself people were the story. "i haven't," she answered honestly. "but i'm still keeping my ears on the ground." it wouldn't do him any good for her to vent about how little people seemed to care about the rash of disappearances, or just how twisted and convoluted the stories were becoming.

"Getting that desperate? Come on now, you're a beautiful girl you shouldn't have to pay twice as much for drinks," Dougal gave her a small, kind smile. The last time he had seen Emma was the night of the fire -- or well days after -- when she had come to rightfully so cover it in the prophet. He managed to get the attention of the bar tender and held up two fingers instead of one. "Don't worry, it's on me but you're getting what I am getting sorry," he winked and looked down at the bar in front of him. "You haven't heard anything else about -- Namari, have you?" the name came out forced, jaw tightening as he talked.

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"well, i'm sorry you feel that way," she smiled breezily, easily getting the attention of the bartender now that she was standing next to sirius- as long as you weren't in earshot of them, it looked all the world like she'd just met up with a friend, not cut the line. "see? sometimes things can be mutually beneficial. no need to pitch a fit," she rolled her eyes as she slid enough money across the bar to pay for both her drink and his.

“As tempting as that is,” Sirius gave an exasperated sigh. “No.” If she had caught him earlier he would have been in a more benevolent mood but he was about out of patience for dealing with anyone that wasn’t a close friend or acquaintance. "I wouldn’t even dare if you offered to quadruple it. Now kindly piss off.”

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who: open !

where: the hopping pot, spring solstice festival

emma was not a particularly patient person. it was a trait that served her well in many aspects of her life- she usually claimed what she wanted personally and professionally- but it was not a trait serving her particularly well in the line at the bar, which was so long she could hardly see if there was even alcohol at the end. no, she was above this. extracting herself from the line, she simply walked along it until she reached the front. "hi. i'll pay you twice however much your tab is if you order my drink with yours."

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#influencer

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spring solstice 1986

emma only came to turn heads and drink champagne- and they're all out of champagne

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if you fail to plan, you plan to fail strategy sets the scene for the tale i'm the wind in our free-flowing sails and the liquor in our cocktails.

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BASIC STATS

full name: emma claire squiggle

nicknames: squiggle, em

pronouns and gender identity: she/her, trans woman

sexuality: bisexual

birthday: 15 january, 1956 (capricorn sun, aquarius moon, sagittarius rising)

age: 30 years old

career: investigative journalist at the daily prophet

languages: english, spanish (mother's first language)

virtues: driven, intelligent, confident

vices: narcissistic, exacting, guarded

character inspos: paris geller (gilmore girls), blair waldorf (gossip girl), villanelle (killing eve)

MAGIC

house: ravenclaw

wand: elm wood with a core of phoenix feather, 10.5 inches and rigid. a truly dignified wand that would not easily be swayed from it's beliefs, just like it's owner.

boggart: it's her in the future, sporting sweatpants and deep circles under her eyes, with three screaming children hanging off of her. her friends had laughed the first time she'd seen it (your worst fear is being a mum??) but she knew that it meant a life of wasted potential, of falling into a role she wasn't born to play.

amortentia: ink from her quill, heady and familiar. the almost sickeningly sweet smell of gardenias as they grew outside her family home in the summer. the smooth, dark bite of good whiskey.

patronus: a hippogriff. she's only managed to cast the spell a handful of times, but she hasn't spent a lot of time trying. emma tended towards practical magic. anything further seemed like a waste of time to learn- emma knew her value was in her mind, not in her wand.

QUICK HCS:

emma throws a great party- the perfect balance of a classy affair and a rager.

her parents had her in piano lessons from the age of three- she doesn't have the passion to be truly great but she did achieve technical perfection

she is the master of the passive aggressive insult

her love language is telling you "oh, i just finished a book i think you'll love, let me give you my copy" and then writing a little inscription on the first page

she can be very tactful when she wants- she has a persuasive air around her perfect for getting a story out of an unwilling source- but she finds it takes too much energy and outside of a professional context she's much more likely to be uncomfortably blunt.

WANTED CONNECTIONS- more to be added!

"how'd we end up on the floor, anyway?" you say: a ride or die best friend, a come over uninvited with wine best friend, a trading eyerolls across the room best friend.

trick me once, trick me twice: emma can be ruthless when getting a scoop- in the pursuit of the story, she hurt this muse and they hold a grudge.

he wanted it comfortable, i wanted that pain: your classic ex connect! open to all genders- maybe there's hard feelings and maybe there aren't, but this muse thought emma was far too in love with her work to ever really love someone else. would love some variants too- maybe someone she dumped, maybe ex-FWBs, ect.

my knuckles were bruised like violets: friend breakups are worse than romantic breakups- emma's never had a hard time dumping her partners, but she still sometimes wants to call this person and tell them about her day.

i don't start shit-: emma can't say she's spent a lot of time thinking about her views on blood purity, but she has spent a good bit of time writing about how other people view it. this person affiliated with the order thinks that with her influence, emma could be a good recruit for the order- even though emma couldn't be less interested.

-but i can tell you how it ends: the bad influence counterpart to the above good influence connect! she is a pureblood, from a nouveau riche family, in a 5 year relationship with augustus rookwood- this person thinks it might be a good time for emma to give her talents to the death eaters.

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Gossip Girl (2021-). Y Lu’s Mama Tambien.

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