Pass Through Fire

Sometimes breaking is making. Even iron can start again, and there are many things that move through fire and find themselves much better for it afterward. Emmeline Vance. 22. Consultant at the Ministry Office for Foreign Affairs. "I speak 8 languages. And Latin. I think I can do my job just fine, thanks."

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lilpctters‌:

thick  robes  are  wrapped  tightly  around  lily’s  body  as  she  slips  through  a  set  of  doors  in  headquarters,   sleeping  baby  tucked  underneath  fabric  and  against  her  chest.  she  knows  she  shouldn’t  be  there,  but  she  also  couldn’t  stay  at  home  alone  either.  genuine  security  was  seldom  found  when  she  was  by  herself,  especially  now  that  she  had  harry.  so  on  that  day,  she  goes  to  the  SAFEST place  she  could  think  of  — the  order  of  the  phoenix  headquarters,  which  coincidentally  seemed  to  be  where  emmeline  was  assigned  as  well.  yet   another  reason  to  visit.  it  doesn’t  take  long  to  find  her,  and  when  she  does,  she  settles  next  to  her,  unwrapping  the  cloth  from  around  her  to  reveal  the  baby  in  her  arms.  “hey,  em.  thought  i  might  find  you  here.”  rose  colored  brims  curl  into  a  soft  smile,  free  arm  reaching  out  to  give  her  friend  a  hug.  “how  are  you  doing  ?  any  news  yet ?”

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lily potter's presence was the blessing emmeline so desperately needed that night. she'd spent hours upon hours just pacing, so much so that she'd managed to ward off every other order member still stuck at headquarters from the large meeting room that was usually so full. every time someone popped their head around to see who was still at headquarters they immediately swept back behind the doorway once they laid eyes on the nervous wreck moving back and forth like a prowling caged tiger. emmeline noticed. she pretended not to notice, watching her feet instead of meeting the eyes of whoever came in to check on the currently mostly empty room.

it had been a while since anyone had come ‘round though. either something had happened or everyone still at the order was anxiously waiting for something to happen. emmeline couldn't really muster the willpower to go and check which one it was. she wanted to know what was going on, she wanted to do something but when she thought of what that something might be her thoughts fell painfully short. and what was worse than someone who froze when they were needed the most? she chewed on her lip, stuck in her reverie until she heard harry's cooing by the doorway. she quickly crossed the room, wrapping her arms around lily a little too tight in return. she was the last to drop them before she busied herself with stroking her godson's cheek with her finger.

"i've really become that obvious huh?" emmeline sighed as she leaned her palms back against one of the tabletops. "i'm sure i'm doing better than anyone out there but if you haven't heard anything yet then i definitely haven't. it's maddening."

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ironbvnes‌:

amelia’s eyes narrow, glass of wine perched in between fingertips as she resists the urge to laugh. unfortunately this wasn’t the first time they’d been ambushed by a man with too much confidence and little common sense on a night out. at this point, it was almost fun to watch and see how it would unfold, who would take the lead this time, similar to the way things were at work sometimes. tonight, it was clearly emmeline’s turn and she was just her backup if she needed it, which amelia doubted emmeline would. but she can’t help herself. she’d never been able to show support by keeping her mouth shut. “we can buy our own drinks. you heard what she said, SCOOT.”

she raised a brow and tilted her head a little as she brought the rim of her drink glass to her lips, half smiling and half sneering around it as she let the liquid flow down her throat for a couple long moments. she never broke her gaze with the man in front of their table who began to scratch below the collar of his shirt in the pause of the conversation and when the awkward silence between them all became too much, turned around on his heel to slink back to whatever corner of the bar he'd come from. perhaps that had been a little too on the cruel side, but emmeline was feeling a little cruel, a little bitter. that was the world around the two girls outside this bar nowadays and she'd hate to say it but she'd absorbed a bit of it, digested it. working with the airheads at the ministry and seeing behind the smoke screen with the order was perhaps affecting her a little more than she'd like to admit. she finished off her glass, wiping off her bottom lip with one finger as she smiled again. "scoot? come on love, you could've done better than that."

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eloisvs‌:

“ i  don’t  know  if  he  enjoys  anything  ,  and  i’ve  been  working  for  him  for  almost   a year    .”  she  almost  laughs  ,   fingers   pulling  apart  a  chunk  of  muffin   with  her  fingers  .  this  tradition  ,  one  they  had  kept  up  over  the  past   five  years  , was  always  the highlight of  eloise’s  day  ,   especially since  they  normally  consisted  of  men  yelling  at  her  . emmeline   was  like  a breath  of  fresh  air  ,  and  she  couldn’t  feel  more  grateful  that she  was willing  to  even  put  up  with   her   .   eloise   was   a  little  much  ,  especially  in   the   boring    and   drab  context    that   was  the   ministry .  but  if  it  weren’t  for  their  meetings  ,  eloise  knew  she wouldn’t  be  able  to  survive  . 

“i’m not sure if i     would use     the word chipper ,   but  i  suppose  we’re  in  better  shape  than  most  .”  and   even  if   they  weren’t   ,   eloise   only  had  to  deal   with  the  paperwork   and   notes   ,    avoiding   anything  to   do  with  the   action   entirely  .  and  if  she  were  being   honest  ,   she  relishes  in  the  comfort  that  brings  her  ,  because   she  was  safer   than   most  ( or that’s what  she told herself  time and  time again ) .   once  again  ,  she’s  reminded of  that   ,  especially  as  her  eyes  watch  the groups   of  people  flutter   around   the  lobby  .   the  tragedy   had  everyone  in  a  frenzy  ,  the  weight  more  apparent   on  some   more  than  others  .  gaze   shifts  to  her  the   woman  sitting  across  from  her  ,   softening   ever  so  slightly  .  “ i  can’t  imagine  how  draining  that  would  feel  ,  though  .  i   know  for  a fact  i  wouldn’t  even  know where  to start  trying  to  handle  a  situation  like  this  .  ”  and  she  means  every  word  ,  eyes   full  of  sympathy  for  her  friend  . she  can   read   the  exhaustion  written  across  emmeline’s  face  ,  and  it’s  enough   to  consider  break  the  wall  .  she  pauses   ,   but  she  ultimately  can’t  help  herself  ,  words  tumbling  from  her  lips   without   a  second  thought  .  “  did  you  know  those  two  journalists ?     ”

on a normal day emmeline would have countered those words with something. a bet, maybe ( 'i'll bet you a galleon rodolphus lestrange mildly enjoys the most vanilla thing imaginable' ). if it were a normal day in the long, long past she would have escalated the conversation as far as it could stretch with a bright, toothy grin. but today was not a normal day and rodolphus lestrange was more a sore spot now than anything else. she doubted there would be any normal days in her near future either. she didn't even smile, just watched a bit of chocolate smudge against her fingernail which she popped into her mouth for a moment, too tired to keep up the pretenses of being a 'classy, put together young lady'. who had the time for that right now?

emmeline looked around a little as eloise's voice filled the air, watched all of her coworkers and other ministry employees go about their day as if nothing was missing, as if nothing was wrong with their world. they kept buzzing on, their heads in their papers, bouncing from place to place without a thought as to what went on outside the walls of their secret little government. is that what she had looked like not so long ago? she could almost see herself walking right past the pair of them right then, the old emmeline's heels click-clacking on the marbles floors as if she had turned the hands of a time turner and forgotten to step out of sight. suddenly she wasn't so hungry anymore. she stopped picking at the baked good on the table between them, propping her head up as she continued to stare out at the bustling crowd without actually watching anything in particular- just a blur of white and black and movement.  

"i knew one of them quite well," she said softly. "we used to meet for lunch around her most days."

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lilpctters‌:

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“  isn’t   he  just …  the  cutest  thing  you’ve  ever  seen ?  ”  lily was  never  one to  gush ,  the closest  she’d  ever  gotten  was  with   cleo  ,  the  cat  she  and  james  owned  . but   she   was  completely   beside  herself   now  ,  absolutely  head  over  heels  obsessed  with  the  baby  tucked  in  her  friend’s  and  also  his  godmother’s  arms  .  “ not  that  i  didn’t  think   he  was  going  to  be  CUTE  ,  but  wow … james  and  i  did  well .”  she’s  only  half  joking ,  words  laced   with  humor  . she’s   feeling  more  like  herself  as  of  late  ,  partly  because  the  stress  of  birth  had  subsided  and  all  she  was  left  with  was  well  …  the  stress of  being   a  parent .  still ,  it  seemed  bearable  ,   mainly  because  of  the  handfuls  of  people  who   had  already  been  to  visit  them  .  strength  was  a   quality  lily  had  always   possessed  but  this  was  a  different  kind  of   strength  ,  something  more  fulfilling  . “ so  what  do  you  think  ?  are  you  really  up  for  being  a god  mum ? ” 

"i'll say. i have half the heart to steal him for myself."

emmeline giggled a little, though it came out as more of a snort as she attempted to quiet it so as not to wake the sleeping baby in her arms. her eyes were focused on harry's face- her godson. it was an incredible word to think. she couldn't stop looking. "you know, i can't imagine loving anything more. and then i think of you and james and you must be feeling what i am tenfold." a finger came to stroke at the baby's soft cheek before she forced herself to tear her eyes away. "lily, i was ready to be a godmum when you first told me you were pregnant. this kid and i are going to have the best of times together. isn't that right, harry?"

she smiled again, an ear to ear grin as she came to sit beside lily on the bed, ducking her head a little to watch the baby again.

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canismajcrs‌:

  an eerie silence seemed to fall over the headquarters of the order. the possibility of there being a list out there that could out every single one of them had tensions at an all time high. still, sirius was ultimately a man of ACTION when it came down to it. which is why he was one of the first to break the silence with his own voice. “ so.. do you think it’s true? “ he asked, asking anyone in the room that would choose to answer.

emmeline shrugged a little, leaning back a little too casually into the couch cushion. she'd watched order members run around like crazed caged animals all day, trying to prepare for the 'what if's, the worst of the worst. if it was true, then that was what she could help with. she could only help when what they feared became a reality. it was frustrating. but then again, her daily life was frustrating in general- her incompetent coworkers, the ministry that was far less in control than any order member or death eater. she'd just learned how to hide frustration well.

"i don't think it much matters whether or not it's true. people are going to start pointing fingers and assuming things regardless. what damage there is to be done has already been done. it's up to us to just...not make it worse." it sounded bleak, even for her. but it was bleak news.

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jdawlishs‌:

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JD CAN’T REMEMBER THE LAST TIME he had a decent night’s sleep. between long & arduous hours at the ministry or taking helen to the healer’s for another round of colic treatments. it’s JUST BEEN one long marathon. as if, his work load wasn’t high enough, the rumours of THE LIST had trickled into the department of law enforcement. all aurors ( senior or junior ) were told to keep their heads to the ground for information. JD thinks the whole thing is a FARCE, probably some old crone got bored and spread the rumours like wildfire. but even rumours need to be investigated these days. it’s near the end of his shift, and his baleful eyes fall on another headline about said list as he crumples up the paper and throws it towards the garbage. unfortunately his aim isn’t the best due to lack of sleep and he hits a figure instead. “ SORRY ! I meant to aim for the garbage. sorry for the bother “

"hey, i already get enough of that crap thrown at me around my neck of the woods on a regular basis."

she caught the paper ball as it rolled back down her from where it had grazed her cheek. she squeezed it a little more, perhaps a little too much out of vindication before she tossed it into the trash bin behind her and continued her stride over to his desk. "i'm disappointed in you, jd," she said as she flopped into one of the empty chairs about the office. "your aim was much better when you were younger."

perhaps she was completely talking around the issue at hand, but then again she doubted he wanted any conversation having to deal with the supposed leak. even she was tiring of it and she knew if the rumors were true her name would be front and center on that list. she wasn't ashamed of it. not really. but there was an apprehension in the air that everyone had started to carry about them over it and she had caught it like an infection. what she needed now was to talk around things, to not attempt to plug holes in what was already a supposed sinking ship. that's what she'd been doing all day in her neck of the woods. and jd was the perfect person (or the only one at hand currently) to do that with.

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eloisvs:

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“ i’ve got about twenty minutes tops before they notice i’m gone , but don’t worry , i come bearing gifts .” two coffee cups appear from behind her back , countenance colored by a mischievous grin and a wide bright gaze . everyone knew that the offices of higher ministry officials always got the better COFFEE , and eloise took full advantage of her position as assistant . dainty fingers slide the cup across the table as she sits , smoothing out her wrinkled skirt . “ just how you like it . and i brought muffins .” glancing around the crowded lobby briefly , the young woman produces the pastries from her purse . “ they wasted so much at their meeting this morning , i couldn’t NOT grab some before they were thrown away . even managed to get some chocolate chip ones . lucky , right ? i kinda love my job sometimes .” a bubble of laughter escapes as she shakes her head , already helping herself to one of the muffins on the table . it was a sort of tradition between the two girls , controlled by the flexibility of their work schedules , but something eloise looked forward to nonetheless . “ okay , so give me the rundown . anything new ? ” she asks as if they hadn’t seen each other the day before ,  though it felt like a lifetime to her . 

it was nearly a lifetime since she saw eloise last. at least it definitely felt that way. emmeline supposed that's what happened when a day was marked by death, when it wasn't supposed to happen. everything that was traditional, habitual felt off-kilter. she usually met sturgis to give him updates for his paper after eloise had gone off back to her own job. now that he was gone she almost didn't know what to do with herself and her mind was flashing forward to the future after coffee and muffins, frantically trying to fill the to-be emptiness with something. anything. though she'd come up empty-handed. she was tired and already frayed at the edges, even if she'd only joined the order a couple weeks back and as much as she tried to hide it, it showed. fearless emmeline vance had finally met her match. she tried to put on a smile as eloise talked on, thankfully not forcing her to say anything just yet. she slid a paper coffee cup over to her side of the table, fingernails picking bits off of the two muffins set in between them. she wasn't all that hungry though and even the chocolate felt a little tasteless to her that day.

" i'm not surprised. rodolphus hardly seems like the type to enjoy the joy of chocolate, " she attempted another bite before her cheek slumped into a propped up palm. 

" well, whatever is new i'm sure you've already heard of. unless something's happened in the two minutes i've been gone from my desk. which isn't all too unlikely. we're just scrambling after this whole journalist business. it's kind of draining, if i'm being honest. " there wasn't a point of dancing around it, of leaving it hanging in the air. at least she had the mind not to mention the grief weaving itself into her sentences. " what about you? i'm sure your office is far more chipper than mine is right about now. "

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macdvnald:

mary worried about emmeline. she’d been in that hospital for hours, whereas the other had been there days — if she felt completely unbalanced by what she’d seen there, she could only imagine how emmeline was feeling. it left her feeling sick, to imagine all the horrors her friend, and many others, had been put through. it also left her angry.

anger always won with her, though: no matter how much sadness and sorrow she felt, it was anger that was always the loudest, the one that overshadowed everything else. she knew it was a way of coping: anger was easier to deal with, easier to mend and bend into something useful. sadness, worry and grief just left her useless, motionless, lost. she always told herself that she’d focus on those emotions when there was more time, when things were a bit calmer. problem was, things were never calm, not in a war. maybe afterwards, she’d take some time off to figure things out ( or maybe she’d just end up dying, leaving her to never deal with her demons ). either way, she was trying to not focus on her anger for an evening, because with emmeline, she felt comfortable enough to lose herself a little in those other negative emotions. 

“i mean, i was raised billingual, and i went to a good elementary school,” said mary. “but i can imagine that some people could have used some extra english class, right? some of those essays must’ve been written in shit english.” she drained her glass, a small smile lying on her lips as she reached for the bottle to refill her glass. “ugh, do not remind me of binns. it was such a waste that he taught history — that was my favourite subject before i went to hogwarts, you know that? trust me, i’ve got plenty of good memories to that school, but they should’ve fired that ghost a long, long time ago. he deserves it.”

emmeline had half the heart to tell the girl what was on her mind, what she was planning. after all, the two of them were cut from the same cloth. if they were angry, they were going to do something about it, whether or not that something was entirely wise. but who had the time for real wisdom these days? still, every time she dove into her glass of wine, downing it until she'd worked up enough courage to come out with it ("hey mary darling, this has been fun and all and i'd hate to destroy the mood but i know you're part of a secret heroic organization and i'm going to join you whether you approve or not") the conversation turned again, twisting around itself and she lost her segway into what she actually wanted to say. but then again, she wasn't against meaningless talk like this either. there was a time and place for them both. she supposed she'd just come out with it when the time was right, when it presented itself, a bright beacon of now. mary was going to find out about it sooner or later if emmeline had her way. no point in pushing the matter right this second.

"no darling, those essays were written with caffeine induced shitty english because they'd forgotten to actually do the essay until the day beforehand. quidditch season and all that." she remembered quite clearly walking into the library at owlish hours and seeing frazzled students, most of them her own teammates, bent over parchment and about to pull their hair out while she was merely there to check out some late night fiction. she shrugged a little, laughing while she twirled the stem of her wine glass slowly between her fingers. "i'm sure the only reason binns hasn't gotten canned yet is because they're all afraid of another haunting. moaning myrtle is already bad enough and she just sticks to one bathroom. imagine what would happen with binns putting himself to sleep with his own untaught lessons in every corner of the castle. it would be madness, mary."

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flehtcher:

   he arrived at the leaky cauldron panting. those damn pigs were in much better shape than him, and his legs weren’t used to running. but still; he’d outran them, and that was all that mattered. mundungus dropped his bag – filled with stolen files – on the bar, let out a long sigh, reran the situation through his head — had they recognised him? he hoped not. he didn’t feel like dealing with a berating moody any time soon. he turned to barman, to order a glass with water ( yes, mundungus fletcher did, from time to time, drink water ) only to have his eyes fall on emmeline vance ( @aceincharge ). “hey!,” he said, letting a grin curl his lips. “fancy seeing you here.” his mind flashed back to the last time they’d been together, blood and fire mingling in his head. “you doing okay?”

even if he had been on the run not minutes ago, mundungus fletcher certainly looked far more put together than she did at the moment. it had been a long day. a long, long, long day that had lead her to being slumped over her glass of wine, hair pulled out of its crisp ponytail ages ago. her cheeks were flushed, a definite sign of how sober she was at the moment. they rested in the palms of her hands like a dejected schoolgirl. she felt like a dejected schoolgirl just about then. she'd been feeling that way all afternoon which had led her to drink the feeling away and drink some more when it didn't. work was hard these days. she loved her job (most of the time) but with the effects of the hospital still weighing her down and war ramping up around every corner and the way she'd managed to sneak herself into a behind the scenes look at it all with the order, she'd admit to herself that she'd bitten off more than she could chew far too soon. but she'd only ever admit that to herself.

as soon as mundungus sidled up to her her head snapped up, looking at him with the glassy eyes of tipsiness and a cheery smile on her face. "why if it isn't mundungus fletcher," she proclaimed a little loudly, throwing her arms around him to give him a quick squeeze.

 "i was hoping i wouldn't be the only one haunting this place tonight and low and behold my wish came true. lovely." she smiled, letting her head tilt back into her palm. "i am absolutely okay my dear-" overselling it, "but i ought to ask, what part of the night did you just come from? you look like you had quite the uhm...evening adventure, as it were?"