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𝐞𝐯𝐚𝐧 𝐫𝐨𝐬𝐢𝐞𝐫.

“what can you tell me from what you saw?” evan had asked the young wix, there were a lot of things happening behind the scenes, but had genuinely cared about their opinion of what they had seen, “do you need me to help you with that wound?” he eventually asked, seeing that they hadn’t gotten the wound looked at.

                    ❝   i   didn’t   see   anything   !   this   is   just   like   before   ,      exactly   like   before   .      they’re   going   to   find   a   way   to   blame   me   for   something   and   then   they’ll   take   me   off   the   team   for   good      ❞         now   to   any   rational   person   ,      emma   likely   wasn’t   making   a   lick   of   sense   ,      but   even   at   the   best   of   times   emma   wasn’t   that   close   an   acquaintance   with   rationality   .         ❝   i   almost   had   the   snitch   ,      then   there   was   …      something   ?      next   it   was   a   bludger   that   threw   me   into   the   stands   and   off   my   broom   .      i’m   fine   though   ,      there’s   people   worse   off   ,   it’s   nothing   i   haven’t   played   through      ❞

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𝐧𝐞𝐝 𝐰𝐞𝐚𝐬𝐥𝐞𝐲.

In another set of circumstances, Ned might’ve laughed at the irony - usually it’s his job to hit bludgers towards Emma, rather than away from her. “Don’t know! The quaffle’s acting like a bludger, and the bludgers are acting mental. So much for a fucking friendly, eh!” He dismounts from his broom with a thud, his gaze never leaving the ball even as he finds his way to her side. “You alright, Ems? Not hurt too badly?”

                    ❝      and   the   snitch’s   fucking   gone   too   ,      almost   had   it   when   everything   went   to   shit   .      then   one   of   those   bastards   got   me      ❞         hand   waving   vaguely   in   the   direction   the   bludger   had   just   blasted   off   in   .         ❝      you   and   your   lot   are   lucky      ❞         she   was   still   picking   herself   off   the   ground   when   ned   made   his   way   to   her   side   ,   still   aching   but   still   pushing   through   ,      the   laugh   with   her   last   comment   probably   hadn’t   helped   much   .         ❝      nothing   too   bad   ned   ,      we’ve   both   played   through   matches   with   a   few   things   broken   .      think   once   or   twice   you   were   the   one   that   broke   them   for   me      ❞

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𝐧𝐞𝐝 𝐰𝐞𝐚𝐬𝐥𝐞𝐲.

“Oh f- duck!” Ned bellows, barrelling his way over to the stands atop his trusty Comet 220 and slamming his bat hard into the rogue bludger that comes just inches away from taking someone’s head off.

                 it’s   with   a   near   frantic   yelp   that   emma   ducks   from   the   bludger   ,      already   having   had   a   much   too   close   encounter   with   one   earlier   that   took   her   off   her   broom   and   left   her   aching   all   over   .         ❝      the   fucks   got   into   them   !      the   fucks   happening   here   !      ❞

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𝐥𝐨𝐫𝐜𝐚𝐧 𝐝'𝐞𝐚𝐭𝐡.

“I mean, just because you fucked doesn’t mean it’s not a bromance. That’s just taking care of your bro.”

                    ❝   am   i   really   the   person   you   need   to   be   having   this   conversation   with   ?      i   mean   just   look   at   us   ,      walking   proof   of   all   that      ❞

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𝐥𝐮𝐜𝐢𝐧𝐝𝐚 𝐭𝐚𝐥𝐤𝐚𝐥𝐨𝐭.

“well, best laid plans and all that – “ she quipped, giving a falsely sympathetic look to her rival. “you got yourself suspended honeybuns, but sure, waste your money on a lawyer and blame it all on someone else. now that’s a good look.” 

                    ❝      huh   ?      ❞         a   little   look   of   confusion   passing   across   emma’s   face   before   she   narrowed   her   eyes   ever   so   slightly   at   the   other   ,      it   sounded   almost   sympathetic   but   emma   knew   better   than   to   trust   lucinda   .         ❝      i’m   not   responsible   for   who’s   at   a   party   ,      i   wasn’t   even   throwing   it   .      i   don’t   get   how   you   —   and   your   bloody   ministry   —   don’t   get   that   ,      bodach   ❞

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𝐞𝐯𝐚𝐧 𝐫𝐨𝐬𝐢𝐞𝐫.

evan had gotten here much earlier, avoiding his own flat as much as he could. he had gone down to grab a coffee and by the time he had come back people were already filing into the ministry. hearing a well known voice he had turned around to look at the girl, and he couldn’t help but smile. he had a soft spot for the girl but he would never be able to let her know all the things he dd know about her. he thought that she was so much more than all the rumours people had built up about her. “you can keep it,” he said, leaning against one of the walls, cup of coffee still in hand. “it looks better on you anyway,” and he spoke with the truth. he had watched her eyes turn red, though he didn’t know what was the cause of it, it had looked like she had been crying. “follow me?” he said, looking down at his clock, he still had more time until he had to go back in, he had reached out for her hand and grabbed it, not realizing why he was doing it in the first place until he had found the spot where he, rodolphus and bellatrix often went to smoke together when they could. “this is a sacred spot, you know.” he said with a small smirk to the woman. “what are you here for?”

                    she   hadn’t   really   expected   him   to   stop   ,      really   all   emma   had   expected   from   was   maybe   a   laugh   as   he   brushed   past   certain   he   had   much   better   things   to   do   than   to   stop   and   speak   to   her   ,      certain   he   had   more   important   things   to   be   getting   to   than   to   pay   her   a   compliment   that   had   her   cheeks   taking   on   a   colour   all   too   similar   to   the   tinge   around   her   eyes   .      emma   vanity   lived   up   to   her   name   when   it   came   to   her   own   opinion   of   her   looks   ,      confident   and   sure   of   them   in   a   way   she   never   was   with   anything   else   in   her   life   ,      so   why   did   she   blush   so   when   evan   paid   her   such   a   simple   compliment   ?         ❝   i’m   holding   you   to   that   ,      you   know   .      joke   or   not   its   mine   now      ❞         she   laughed   through   the   flush   and   nodding   a   quick   yes   when   he   asked   her   to   follow   him   ,      clammy   hand   squeezing   his   which   was   still   warm   from   the   cup   of   coffee   as   she   allowed   herself   to   be   pulled   down   unfamiliar   corridors   .         ❝      i   must   be   blessed   then      ❞         smiling   back   with   features   that   had   now   returned   to   their   usual   shade   of   pale   .         ❝      you   get   arrested   at   a   party   one   time   and   they’re   sure   you   know   something   ,      that   or   they’re   still   scraping   the   bottom   of   the   cauldron   to   see   if   there’s   more   to   pin   on   me   that   just   being   there      ❞

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𝐥𝐮𝐝𝐨 𝐛𝐚𝐠𝐦𝐚𝐧.

“Who was holding the bottle for you this time?” With Emma, it was always the same story, and he was getting tired of it. She could have been brilliant. She could have surpassed anyone before her, and yet, here they were, again. He couldn’t have stopped caring if he had tried, but he was tired.  And against the wall, he slipped down, to sit beside her.

“And yet here you are, once again, looking as if you just raised from the dead,” he sighed, turning his face toward hers. “I don’t understand Emma. You have the qualities necessary to do whatever you want to do and you throw them out.” She could train as hard as she wanted, part of her results would come from being in a good place mentally speaking, and you couldn’t be in great shape while ingesting poison like that on the daily.

                       ❝      i   don’t   think   i   got   his   name   ,      or   hers   .   there   were   …      quite   a   few   bottles      ❞         the   night   was   a   blur   she   was   still   coming   down   from   ,      a   party   like   the   good   old   days   before   she   had   a   suspension   and   probationary   period   to   worry   over   .   before   people   had   started   having      ❛   concerns   ❜   over   her   actions   and   behaviour   .      when   everything   was   much   simpler   and   she   could   simply   have   a   good   time   .

                    ❝      but   hot   as   fuck   still   ,      i   could   get   someone   if   i   wanted   still      ❞         but   it   was   a   feeble   claim   ,   part   of   her   knowing   she   was   looking   as   much   a   mess   as   people   kept   claiming   she   was   .      head   slumping   over   and   falling   to   his   shoulder   .      better   than   looking   him   in   the   eye   when   he   had   that   look   about   him   .         ❝   cause   i’m   good   ,   i’m   good   no   matter   what   i   do   .      i   just   want   to   have   fun   ,      live   while   i’m   alive   .      i   don’t   get   why   everyone   has   an   issue   with   that      ❞

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𝐥𝐮𝐜𝐢𝐧𝐝𝐚 𝐭𝐚𝐥𝐤𝐚𝐥𝐨𝐭.

“and how long do you think that will last, love? i’ve bet ten galleons you barely make it a month before you’re suspended again, and that’s being generous.”

                    ❝      i   don’t   plan   to   make   a   repeat   of   it   anytime   soon   you   know   ?      first   time   was   enough   for   me   .   besides   ,   got   myself   a   lawyer   now   if   they   try   any   funny   business      ❞

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𝐟𝐨𝐫 𝐥𝐮𝐝𝐨 𝐛𝐚𝐠𝐦𝐚𝐧.

@ludo-champman​

                    ❝      did   it   ever   occur   to   you   that   i   never   wanted   this   to   begin   with   ?   ❞         she   wasn’t   sure   where   it   came   from   ,      nor   did   she   know   where   the   anger   or   vitriol   with   which   she   spat   the   words   at   ludo   was   born   from   .      but   emma   had   a   feeling   in   her   gut   ,      most   likely   one   that   was   unfounded   ,   that   any   words   from   him   finding   her   in   a   state   like   this   would   be   ones   of   harsh   judgement   .         ❝      i   never   wanted   to   be   a   mess   ?      i’ve   only   ever   wanted   to   feel   alive      ❞         but   it   was   too   late   now   to   change   .

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      CHARACTER QUESTIONNAIRE

                  bold what applies. i’d give credit, but i can’t find the original, so.

[ PERSONAL ]

$ Financial: wealthy / moderate / poor / in poverty

✚ Medical: fit / moderate / ill / disabled / disadvantaged / non applicable

✪ Class or Caste: upper / middle / working / street trash / slave / unsure

✔ Education: qualified / unqualified / studying / other

✖ Criminal Record: yes, for major crimes / yes, for minor crimes / no / has committed crimes, but not caught / yes, but charges were dismissed

[ FAMILY ]

◒ Children: had a child or children / has no children / wants children

◑ Relationship with Family: close with sibling(s) / not close with sibling(s) / has no siblings / sibling(s) is deceased

◔ Affiliation: orphaned / adopted / disowned / raised by birth parent(s) / not applicable

[ TRAITS + TENDENCIES ]

♦ extroverted / introverted / in between

♦ unorganised / 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 / vicious bastard / in between

♦ optimistic / pessimistic / in between

♦ traditional / modern / in between

♦ hard-working / lazy / in between

♦ loyal / disloyal / unknown

♦ faithful / unfaithful / unknown

[ BELIEFS ]

★ Faith: monotheist / polytheist / atheist / agnostic / doesn’t care

☆ 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

[ SEXUALITY & ROMANTIC INCLINATION ]

❤ Sexuality:heterosexual / homosexual / bisexual / asexual / pansexual / demisexual

❥ Sex: sex repulsed / sex neutral / sex favourable / naive and clueless

♥ Romance: romance repulsed / romance neutral / romance favourable / naive and clueless / romance suspicious

❣ 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

🏠 Domestic Skills: excellent / good / moderate / poor / none

[ HABITS ]

☕ Drinking Alcohol: never / special occasions / sometimes / frequently / alcoholic

☁ Smoking: trying to quit / quit / never / trying it / rarely / sometimes / frequently / chain-smoker

✿ Recreational Drugs: never / quit / trying it / rarely / sometimes / frequently / addict

✌ Medicinal Drugs: never / no longer needs medication / some medication needed / frequently / to excess

☻ Unhealthy Food: never / special occasions / sometimes / frequently / binge eater

$ Splurge Spending: never / rarely / sometimes / frequently / shopaholic

♣ Gambling: never / rarely / sometimes / frequently / compulsive gambler

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𝐟𝐨𝐫 𝐥𝐮𝐜𝐢𝐧𝐝𝐚 𝐭𝐚𝐥𝐤𝐚𝐥𝐨𝐭.

she snorted loudly. “you don’t how far from fine you are.” she mumbled to the chaser sitting next to her. 

                       ❝      well   i’m   not   suspended   anymore   so   i   count   that   as   being   just   rosy      ❞         and   she   counted   lucinda   as   being   a   right   bitch   .

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𝐥𝐨𝐫𝐜𝐚𝐧 𝐝'𝐞𝐚𝐭𝐡.

“Threat, promise– same difference, isn’t it?” Lorcan tapped his fingers on the table, trying to lure over Neamhain. “If it weren’t for quidditch, I’d say to do it. But it’d suck trying to do all those practices in the sun, yeah?” He found himself wondering if Emma had ever actually met a full vampire– there was no way for him to explain the change from living to dead, when he’d spent his entire life in the middle ground. “Suppose it’d actually be hard to tell the difference between a stalker and the press half the time, and I’ve never gotten anything fun from a reporter. You’re definitely onto something there.”

                    ❝      it’s   all   about   the   intent   ,      innit   ?      like   a   threat’s   a   type   of   promise   if   you   think   about   it   …   promises   aren’t   all   positive   really      ❞         and   a   lot   of   the   promises   that   had   been   made   to   her   over   the   years   had   been   threats   really   ,      weren’t   they   …      she   couldn’t   help   but   ask   herself   as   she   watched   neamhain   flitting   about   the   room   ,      completely   ignoring   lorcan   .         ❝   could   always   see   if   a   scottish   team   would   take   me   ?      i’d   need   to   get   use   to   all   that   rain   again   but   there’d   be   decent   cloud   cover      ❞         speaking   like   any   of   this   was   of   any   consequence   ,      like   she   didn’t   half   expect   herself   not   to   make   it   to   twenty   five   .         ❝      don’t   forget   :      we   got   some   great   pictures   of   me   off   reporters      ❞

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𝙼𝚒𝚔𝚑𝚊𝚒𝚕 𝙱𝚞𝚕𝚐𝚊𝚔𝚘𝚟, 𝚃𝚑𝚎 𝙼𝚊𝚜𝚝𝚎𝚛 𝚊𝚗𝚍 𝙼𝚊𝚛𝚐𝚊𝚛𝚒𝚝𝚊 (𝟷𝟿𝟸𝟾-𝟷𝟿𝟺𝟶)

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𝐟𝐫𝐚𝐧𝐤 𝐥𝐨𝐧𝐠𝐛𝐨𝐭𝐭𝐨𝐦.

“well, i’m off work now so i’m not necessarily man of the law,” he jokes, shaking his head. “i think i’ll let the other aurors handle this anyway,” he needed a break or he would snap. “saw you come in the other day. you doing alright, vanity?” he hadn’t asked why she had come in, other than he had saw her briefly in passing as he went out on a case. 

                    ❝      didn’t   know   that   could   be   a   part   time   sort   of   a   gig   ,      thought   it   was   never   ending   .   all   those   morals   and   scruples   and   a   stick   wedged   right   up   your   arse   .      but   i   suppose   it   must   be   so   ‘cause   you’ve   always   been   good   craic      ❞         she   teased   ,      turning   her   attention   from   the   scene   in   front   of   her   and   to   frank   .         ❝      ah   that   …   surprised   you’ve   not   seen   me   more   often   .      got   me   in   and   out   like   i’m   on   a   bloody   yoyo   .      they   think   i   know   something   about   that   party   .      you   know   me   frank   ,      you   know   i   know   fuck   all      ❞

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𝐥𝐨𝐫𝐜𝐚𝐧 𝐝'𝐞𝐚𝐭𝐡.

“You’re not allowed to die– and that’s a threat, I will bring you back.” Didn’t quite work that way, but Lorcan would make it work that way if he had to. “Suppose it’s not too bad, considering it already happened? That’s just, y’know, how you get stalkers. And I’d rather die than have to start having a guest list for parties.”

                    ❝      a   threat   ?      is   that   a   promise   too   then   ?      i   think   i’d   rather   like   being   this   fucking   hot   forever      ❞         but   even   as   she   said   the   words   the   thought   soured   in   her   mouth   .      young   ,      dumb   and   beautiful   .      that’s   what   she   kept   calling   herself   ,      and   day   by   day   the   likelihood   of   her   ever   becoming   more   than   that   felt   all   the   more   distant   .         ❝      i   think   a   stalker   would   be   quite   flattering   ,      don’t   you   ?      and   if   they   bring   by   shit   like   that   ?      they’re   all   the   more   welcome      ❞

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