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Ethereal | Fred Weasley (ALL CHAPTERS ON MY PAGE) CHAPTER 1: ELENORA

Song: Satellite by Harry Styles

"Elenora—" the voice was soft.

"5 more minutes, please!" Emmy pleaded, moving her pillow over her sun-warmed face.

Hilly just smiled looking out the window at the passing carriages. Today was supposed to be Emmy's first day at Hogwarts.

She'd been living with her Aunt Hilly for some time after the wizarding war and was only just now beginning to make headway as a professor at the renowned Hogwarts School of Witchcraft Craft and Wizardry.

Emmy had already taught previously at Illvermony and the Beauxbatons Academy of Magic— she feared the highlands of Scotland may be a far cry from what she was used to. She eventually turned over to her alarm clock before grabbing her wand and opening the curtains to her room with a single flick.

She smelt Hilly's warm cooking coming from the kitchen and practically fell over her slippers trying to make it down the stairs to the delectable smell.

"Ready for your first day then?" Aunt Hilly's Scottish accent was unmistakable and the single most adorable thing anyone could ever get the chance to hear.

Aunt Hilly's sweet blonde curls practically beamed alongside her bright encouraging smile.

"You must know I can't wait!" Emmy grinned.

Emmy of course had her own fears but knowing that she would be helping a new set of students put her mind right at ease.

Suddenly there was a loud peck at the window. Keaton— Aunt Hilly's sweet new owl was practically scraping to get in.

Emmy opened the window slightly before unclipping the post from his feet and feeding him in thanks.

Emmy passed off the mail without further thought to Hilly before sitting down to complete her breakfast.

Emmy's eyes were heavy. 'Tired as usual' she sighed to herself.

Hilly placed her glasses on before opening The Daily Prophet and sipping her cup of tea. It was quiet for a moment between the two, only the cauldron across the way could be heard lightly simmering one of Emmy's long-term potion experiments.

Emmy noticed Hilly begin to sit up in her chair slightly reading along the post.

"Am I reading this right?" She laughed. "Merlin! It is true!"

Hilly stood up immediately, slapping the paper down in front of Emmy who was fully ready for a twenty minute rant about wizard politics at any moment.

"What is it now?" Emmy asked through bites of food.

"Fred Weasley, thought to be dead during the wizarding war was recently spotted with his brother and co-founder of Weasleys' Wizard Wheezes, George Weasley!" Hilly remarked.

"Huh?" Emmy asked. "Who is that?"

"Oh you-- Americans!" Hilly scoffed. Emmy slightly rolled her eyes at the comment. "Emmy, they fought against Voldemort for us! And now it appears that Fred was asked to teach potions this year."

Emmy's eyes suddenly flew open. "At Hogwarts?"

"At Hogwarts." Hilly nodded. "Now you must fill me in on all of the details Emmy— I don't want to miss a single—"

Emmy started tuning her out sinking further into her chair. Now she was gonna have to report to Hilly about every move he makes and what color tie he has and if he can really belch his ABC's... something Emmy really didn't want to be apart of. 'Why wasn't she told she would have an assistant this year before the new school year?' She pondered.

Truly Emmy was quite shy, especially as a former Pukwudgie of Illvermorny.

Potions was the one thing that Emmy could bury her head into and forget about everyone and everything for just a moment. A healer, an apothecary, an artist... the idea of a zombie-boy wandering her classroom put her at unease. Emmy shivered at the thought. 'Was there dark magic at play?'

Emmy headed back up to her room before getting dressed for the day. A red ribbon tied around her neck and a cute red bow in the back of her brown hair.

'Was this giving Kiki's Delivery service? Maybe just a little?' Emmy thought, biting her finger at herself in the mirror.

But it was so cute, how could she not?

Quickly readying her bags and her blazer she stepped into her chimney and immediately thought of the staff lounge, "Platform 9 and 3/4 please!" She remarked aloud.

And away she went in a cloud of smoke.

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Ethereal | Fred Weasley (ALL CHAPTERS ON MY PAGE) CHAPTER 8: A POTION FOR EVERYTHING

Song: What Are You Waiting For by d4vd

The next morning Emmy hurriedly dressed herself for the day– sporting a brown jump-suit and two braids in a ribbon hanging off of her shoulders. She practically leapt out of the door of her room and down the stairs to breakfast.

The great hall was bustling with people.

Up towards the front, Emmy squinted to make out the three standing figures of Fred Weasley, presumably Fred's brother Charlie (with his ginger complexion and-all), and Harry Potter.

Fred studied Emmy's outfit of the day from across the hall– admiring the sweet braids laced into her hair. Emmy's gaze had been so fixated on Fred that she didn't notice the poor head of Ravenclaw House walking towards her.

The pair bumped into one another quite soundly. Both stumbled backwards– a slew of apologies falling out of their mouths.

Emmy looked up, noticing the man looked quite prince-like with his blonde hair and blue embellished cloak. Her eyes danced along the fabric of his outfit, truly one channeling that of his inner Ravenclaw. The man smiled– acknowledging Emmy's curious gaze upon his attire. He quickly caught her stare by placing his hand firmly in front of him.

Emmy chuckled into her sleeve at his subtle dorkiness. She reached her hand out and shook it– feeling Fred's burning gaze on the back of her head.

"Sorry about that– Emmy, right?" the man asked.

"No– really– I was so absent-minded there! Sorry– what's yourname?" Emmy expressed with sincerity.

The blonde smiled at her apologetic nature, "Allistar," he said, "Anyway, I best be going– see you around, Emmy."

Emmy nodded him off before turning back to meet Fred's disapproving stare– she rolled her eyes in return.

As she continued her walk to the table– Fred's face simply caught a smirk before leaning back in his chair, "Look who finally decided to show up– a little late and in-love by the looks of it," he teased.

Emmy picked up an orange slice off of his plate and brought it up to her lips– holding Fred's stare. He smirked at her cheeky display before promptly returning his attention back to the map in front of him– Harry and presumably– Charlie, also leaned forwards to look at the parchment as well.

"What's— that?" Emmy asked in between bites of a biscuit.

"Quidditch Pitch," Fred smirked. Emmy already felt the judgement that would ensue momentarily.

"What is— quidditch...?" Emmy asked sheepishly.

As if looks could kill— all three men all turned their heads to stare at Emmy in disbelief.

"Uhm... right– Emmy! Good one– heh- hehh..." Harry faded into false laughter.

"Mate–" Fred began as a mischievous smile began to flood his face. Emmy watched as the man stood up and placed his arm around her seated shoulder, "–she's American! Remember?! They are alottt.... slowwerr– over there," Fred spoke in a teasing tone. Emmy didn't even so much as crack a smirk during his bit. She didn't want his ego to get too large and in-charge–though he was quite funny.

Fred pulled his arm off of Emmy– throwing his hand up and above her head, waving it back and forth.

"Me. On– broom!" Fred said in an idiotic tone, "Me. Dodge– balls. NO balls in-hoop! Balls in hoop BAD! Understand?!"

Emmy quickly threw her face back towards the seated woman behind her in order to suppress a laugh.

"Mmmm– righhtt..." Harry took over-- mockingly engaged in the new conversation. Emmy tried to manage her face, a full grin slowly becoming nearly impossible to withhold.

Fred leapt up from his chair causing Emmy to turn back around at the sight of the red head beginning to mount it and use it as a pedestal to stand on.

In one fell swoop— Fred threw his hands onto his hips as the students' attentions now fell on to him, "Me dodge balls!" he added. The students erupted into laughter at his sudden out-of-context statement. Something that Emmy noted was probably deliberate to loosen the air around their expectations of him, "ANDDDDD– Harry?!"

Fred pointed at Harry– suddenly leaping down from where he stood and back onto the floor.

"Oh gods–" Harry said, laughing and cowering towards Charlie beside him.

"Harry, oonga-boonga!" Fred said absent-mindedly— beginning to walk like a caveman. The trio and students watched in amusement as Fred began to imitate a chicken with its wings flapping. None-of-whichmade any remote sense as to what Quidditch was—but Emmy wasn't the least bit un-entertained.

"Harry catch snitch! Crowd scream– RAHHHHHHHHH–!" Fred screamed.

There was a loud thud heard from the other side of the corridor that hadn't come from Fred.

Everyone— including the on-looking students, turned their attention to the back of the great hall.

Hermione stood angrily at the end of the Ravenclaw table, a large grimoire sat in front of her– presumably the source of the noise.

"Fred– Weasley!" Hermione bellowed across the hall in a firm tone. Fred immediately turned around to meet Hermione's stone-cold glare. The students around him quickly vanished back to their seats as Hermione's ferocious heels could be heard approaching the group all the way down the now-silent corridor.

Fred sunk back into his seat beside Emmy as Hermione's heels faded up to him.

"Quite the performance for our student body– don't you think? Such an appropriate display of behavior from a standing– PROFESSOR!" Hermione boomed. Fred sank further into his chair in embarrassment as Hermione's gaze now fell to Harry, Emmy, and Charlie, "As for you three–"

Hermione squinted at them and Emmy dodged her gaze entirely as she began, "I expected so much better! Especially– from our school headmaster, a very well-established alchemist, and a travelled beasts-man. Do better!" Hermione scoffed in a tone of sheer disapproval.

The students watched in further amusement as their beloved professors were wrangled in.                                                                            *                 *                  *

After Hermione's firm and fiery speech– both Fred and Emmy made their way down to the classroom in silence.

Once there, Emmy placed her bookbag down onto their shared desk before grabbing one of her aprons off  the hook in front of her.

As her hands struggled to tie the apron closed– Fred appeared beside her before lacing up the strings of the apron himself. She smiled in thanks before hurriedly setting off to work. She began to uproot a few of the lacewing plants that sat upon the windowsill of her workstation.

"What are you doing?" Fred asked.

"Trying to get the silkworms for the Julious Potion we are teaching about today?" Emmy remarked– a touch of sarcasm on her lips.

"Ohhhh– right," Fred said, still not understanding why the ingredient was related, "–TOTALLY forgot about those!" Fred laughed nervously. He leaned himself up against the side of her workstation– studying her facial features carefully to make sure her mood stayed a pleasant-one. Emmy didn't notice.

"How long have you been studying potions?" Fred asked.

"To be honest, the only potion experience I originally began with was that of Wolfsbane and basic healing potions for typical ailments. I didn't start on poison remedies or mythical creature studies until I reached Illvermorny– my potions professor took quite the notice of my grasp on conceptually free-styling potions without causing explosions," Emmy noted, continuing to pick out the silk cocoons from the water hidden beneath the roots of the plant.

Emmy's face suddenly changed into a scowl, "Not that she knew of any of my failed ones–" she muttered to herself.

"You're not meant to explode potions on purpose?" Fred teased. Emmy just glared at him as he laughed in amusement.

Emmy sighed in a realization– pushing her bangs back behind her ear, "I don't want to change the subject– however, I am now just realizing I completely forgot to grab Inzol and Ingels," Emmy remarked. Fred looked at her, a blank stare protruding from his once-smiling face, "What?! Have I said something wrong?"

Fred shook his head– almost as if breaking himself out of a dumb-founded trance, "You have got to just be making shit up to keep me busy. Throwing material names at me like that as if they are real– Pfft–" Fred scoffed, a bit baffled and beginning to laugh.

Fred stood up, tousling Emmy's hair as a tease before wandering towards a pool of light pouring in from the window. Emmy watched as Fred took the sunshine upon his face.

'Can vampires even stand in the sun?' Emmy wondered to herself. Emmy shook the thought away, 'I guess that answers that question.'

"What? You've got that pondering look etched upon that pretty face, Em–" Fred asked in concern. Emmy shook her head once-more.

"Nothing– just lost in thought is all," Emmy remarked with a shrug. Fred nodded.

"Well–in that case, I guess I better go and grab that made up random 'Ingels' and 'Inzol' shit– OHyah–!" he exclaimed in a tone– mocking that of a Germanic person. Emmy rolled her eyes once-more.

'One more time– just one more time and my eyes might just fall out of my head,' Emmy acknowledged to herself. Fred breezed past Emmy's stool and towards the open door.

Just as he disappeared around the corner– Emmy saw his left-hand grab back onto the door frame and propel himself back towards the room.

"What'd you forget?" Emmy asked as he approached her, not breaking the concentrating stare she held on her busy hands.

Fred glanced at his briefcase conveniently placed just a bit to Emmy's left. Leaning over her current work-area– Fred quickly fell forwards towards her, grabbing the briefcase and her waist all in one swoop.

Emmy didn't have time to process what was happening as Fred placed his forehead onto hers.

"Well– I did forget my briefcase," he remarked as he noticed Emmy's breath began to quicken against his lips.

"–and what else?" Emmy asked– nearly out of breath.

"I forgot to say goodbye," he smirked against her lips. The tension grew intensely and immediately as Emmy threw her hands around his neck.

Fred leaned in beginning to hungrily kiss her and Emmy could barely contain herself as Fred grabbed her waist, hoisting her up onto her workstation in front of them. He spread her thighs apart forcefully– never once breaking the kiss.

Fred quickly pulled his lips away before grabbing his briefcase and placing it onto the table beside her. Emmy looked at Fred in confusion and slight rage.

'—AGAIN?!' she thought to herself- an intense wave of sexual-frustration beginning to wash over her. She let her shoulders slump against the wood shelves behind her.

Fred paid no mind– grinning madly and beginning to unlatch the suitcase in front of him as Emmy crossed her legs in front of her. Her annoyed stare followed his hands as he opened the case to reveal a large stash of alchemical items.

Emmy's eyes studied the inside closely– quickly realizing just how many materials Fred actually had to craft explosive potions.

'So, he wasn't kidding,' Emmy noted.

"Are you a fire sign by chance?" Emmy asked aloud, meeting Fred's confused gaze.

"A– what?" he asked– his hand still placed on the opening of his suitcase.

"Oh— nothing. Just some stupid thing all the Americans say," Emmy downplayed. Fred shrugged before turning his attention back to the box.

"Whilst I am gone, could you look for 'Ingels' in my briefcase?" Fred smirked— looking back towards Emmy. He watched in delight as the gears began to spin in her head, connecting the dots of what he had just said.

Emmy's head jerked backwards at the realization— the back of her head suddenly catching the shelf behind her.

"OW! Damnit– FRED!" she yelled, grabbing the back of her head in pain. Fred began to chuckle, backing away towards the door, "YOU SON OF A BITCH–! You knew EXACTLY what Ingels were!!" Fred's chuckles now turned into a full-blown laugh as he began to shush her.

As Emmy turned her attention back to the red head— she watched him disappear out the door for good this time.

Emmy continued to shake her head, returning her focus back onto the briefcase. Her eyes scanned each row of items– a black and neon blue vial sealed with red wax caught her attention.

Tracing her fingers along it, she pulled the vial out– flipping it on its head to watch the liquid transfer from the top of the glass bottle to the bottom in lava-lamp fashion. 'Waxel-goo?' she thought to herself.

She recalled back to her knowledge on the specimen. Waxel-gooor– 'woo' was very well-known for its appetite-suppressing qualities. Often used in weight-loss potions– this nasty-tasting specimen was sure to give you a stomachache.

Emmy raised the vial upwards, continuing to watch the liquid dance back and forth in the tube.

"Nasty stuff going down the hatch," Fred said directly next to Emmy's ear— scaring her half to death.

Emmy turned around and hit him playfully before placing his vial back into his briefcase, "Idiot," she muttered, walking back to her desk.

"Uhm– OW! That's the thanks I get for already finding the Inzols when you haven't even found the Ingels?! Gods, I must be your– slave," Fred taunted, raising his eyebrow at the girl teasingly.

Emmy felt her eye twitch in irritation at the provocation, "Gods you're annoying," Emmy said, rolling her eyes.

"You know you love it," Fred grinned.                                                                                *                 *                  *

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Ethereal | Fred Weasley (ALL CHAPTERS ON MY PAGE) CHAPTER 7: FIRE NOUGAT

Song: Lucent by txmy

Fred weaved himself and Emmy through the halls and straight to the infirmary.

"Madame Pomfrey?" Fred called out— catching his breath.

"Yes dear?" her voice called back. An old woman in a silly hat came flying around the corner of a closed-curtain. The woman eyes Emmy up and down, "Come, we'll find some privacy."

The pair followed her towards a make-shift curtain room. Madame Pomfrey motioned at Emmy to have a seat on the bed– Fred moving to stand beside her.

"This is our new potions Professor, Emmy Lupin," Fred smiled. Pomfrey ignored him and stepped in front of Emmy.

"Now what's the matter dear?" she asked, taking Emmy's hands in hers.

Emmy stared at the floor, "I—," she started and stopped herself.

Even though they'd had permission to enter the restricted section, Emmy felt an immense bubble of guilt and regret begin to eat at her— as if she wasn't supposed to have been there.

Fred and Pomfrey both studied her pondering face closely— picking up on her hesitancy and exchanging concerned glances.

Fred placed his hand onto Emmy's shoulder, "Come on now love," he smiled reassuringly– gesturing his head towards Madame Pomfrey, "Pomfrey here has patched me up many-a-time during my mischief. There's nothing she hasn't seen, I'm sure of it."

Emmy sheepishly nodded in response before looking up once-more.

"I was in the restricted section of the library with Hermione—" Emmy started.

Quickly Madame Pomfrey threw up her hand to silence her.

"I've heard enough," she said, turning on her heels and towards the medicine cabinet. Fred and Emmy both looked at one another, a slight smile tugging on their lips.

"Really?!" Emmy asked in disbelief. Fred just shrugged as Madame Pomfrey scanned the shelves of her beloved herbs cabinet.

Madame Pomfrey pulled down a glass jar before rushing over to Emmy.

"Here," she said, "Take a few of these and you'll feel right as rain by morning."

Emmy opened her palm as the smiling woman spilt a few cloves into her hand.

"What is this?" Emmy asked, admiring the small brown-clove stars in her palm.

"Fire-nougat," Madame Pomfrey smiled. Emmy watched Fred's eyes light up as he leaned forward towards Emmy's outstretched hands.

"Instant cure-all!" He exclaimed, grabbing one of the nougats from her open hand. Emmy watched as he placed it into his tongue and turned towards her. Her eyes flickered in interest as she slowly saw an orange glow begin to emanate around the part of his tongue the star was on. The glow was similar to that of a hot poking-stick from the fires in the common room.

"Fred Weasley! She needs to take all of them!" Pomfrey scolded, a firm frown now etched upon her once-smiling face. Fred immediately flinched at the sound of the scolding, "Now I have to go and fetch more from the storage! Do behave while I'm gone and DON'T touch anything!"

Emmy covered her face to suppress a laugh as the woman darted behind the curtain,

Suddenly, she felt Fred's hand grab her chin firmly.

Emmy felt her breath hitch as he turned her head to look up at his standing-figure, "What did I say about hiding that pretty face, Lupin?" he asked smugly. Emmy felt her cheeks flushing again.

"I—" she stuttered. He grinned at her loss of words, rolling up his sleeve on the arm holding Emmy's chin.

"Now be a good girl and open your mouth," he grinned, devilishly. Emmy crossed her legs immediately as the redness in her cheeks could no longer be retained.

"Wha—what?!" she protested.

"I said— Open. Your. Mouth," he repeated, pulling her chin up slightly to meet his gaze. Emmy hesitantly obliged.

'Where is he going with this?' Emmy thought to herself. Before she could even react Fred leaned in, taking Emmy's tongue hostage in his. Emmy gasped as he leaned in further pushing her hand onto the bed above her head causing Emmy to fall backwards as he pressed up against her.

She didn't stop him though, she didn't want him to stop.

Emmy suddenly felt something hard press against her tongue and Fred immediately stood-up off of her before backing away towards the curtain corner.

Emmy sat up quickly, brushing off her top and fixing her dress. Emmy sat flushed— feeling the nougat begin to dissolve on her tongue.

'So that's what that was all about?!' she thought to herself, beginning to move the nougat around on her tongue. Madame Pomfrey came flying back around the corner— fresh bottle in hand.

"Did he bother you, Emmy?" Pomfrey interrogated. Emmy sheepishly looked in the direction of a now-smirking Weasley.

"Uh—no," she lied. Fred continued to grin before turning away to face the curtain as Pomfrey shot him a stern gaze.

"Anyway dear, here are a few more. Please take all three," she said. Emmy closed her fist around the cloves before throwing them backwards into her mouth. A warmness quickly spread throughout her whole body.

"Better?" the woman asked.

"Much," Emmy nodded. Pomfrey smiled.

"Well you two best be off to dinner. You both are plenty late as it is and they'll be expecting you!" She tutted. Emmy began to gather her bag but Fred grabbed it—placing it around his shoulder.

"I've got it," he smiled. Emmy smiled back softly. Pomfrey glanced between the pair, only holding a firm squint on Fred.

"Emmy dear? I almost forgot!" Pomfrey exclaimed.

"Yes?" she asked.

"Stay out of the restricted section. Merlin only knows what they keep in there nowadays. It's best not to mess with magic that you know nothing about, " she warned. Emmy nodded. Madame Pomfrey turned her back and walked back behind the curtain.

Fred turned to Emmy before flicking his head towards the exit.

"Ready to go?" he smiled, warmly—outstretching his hand towards her.

Emmy nodded, linking her fingers in his. Fred quickly helped her up before hurrying her somewhat down the hallway and towards the great hall.

Emmy studied his appearance, a newfound emotion beginning to wash over her— infatuation. Fred felt her stare.

"Did they see?" he grinned. Emmy felt herself pullback in fear.

"Did who– see– what?!" she exclaimed scaredly. Fred turned to smirk at her. She turned beet red, "No! They didn't! So stop!"

"Then it shouldn't matter—" Fred laughed, dropping Emmy's hand, "Besides, you seem to be in a much better mood now and that makes me feel much better too." Emmy felt a smile swell onto her face.

"Look who decided to show up for dinner!" Harry teased from behind the pair. They quickly distanced themselves from one another, clearing their throats and evading each other's gazes entirely.

Harry studied their body language and a puzzled look washed over his face, "What are you guys up to?" he asked quizzically.

"Oh, nothing—" Fred shrugged.

"Yeah, nothing! Just wasn't feeling well and Fred took me to the infirmary and what not, you know! Normal stuff—" Emmy finished, her eyes darting around the corridor.

Harry flicked his eyes quickly between the two, "Righhhhhttt...." he trailed off, skeptically.

Fred smiled guiltily and Emmy did her best not to make eye contact with Harry.

Emmy turned around noticing Hermione up ahead, "Hey!" Emmy said.

"Hey? You three are late! Honestly you're almost as bad as the students!" Hermione scolded. The trio groaned collectively.

"I distinctly recall a memory involving trolls 'Ms. Granger,'" Harry teased.

"Very funny!—and whose fault was that exactly?" Hermione smirked. Harry's posture sank.

"Right— best be on our way then!" Harry said, hurrying forwards. The group fell into laughter.

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Ethereal | Fred Weasley (ALL CHAPTERS ON MY PAGE) CHAPTER 6: THE RESTRICTED SECTION

Song: Magic by Coldplay

"Quite the impressive duo you two make–" a voice bellowed from behind Emmy. It was so strong and callous that Emmy flinched in fear. She watched Fred's eyes narrow onto the man behind her.

Fred stepped forwards before moving in front of Emmy, "--and what do we owe this pleasure, Lucratious?" Fred asked, a twinge of sarcasm dripping off his lips. Lucritious walked towards the pair and Emmy watched Fred's arm go further back to create space between Emmy and the man. Lucritious simply grinned before tapping on the glass of one of the sitting beakers.

"Oh... nothing, just paying a visit to our newest professors and seeing how the first few courses went?" Lucritious asked. Emmy slid further towards Fred's back, hiding behind him but maintaining eye contact with Lucritious. Fred stayed quite a while.

"We're doing quite well as you can see and have plenty of grading to do so if you'll excuse us--" Fred said brashly. Lucritious just chuckled. Emmy looked at Lucritious and then to Fred. Emmy felt a lightbulb go off in her head.

The dark-haired man did look a little pale to the eye, his black cape really pulled together an ominous 'Dracula' vibe to his whole get-up. 'But how would a vampire possibly be able to control his urges around students?' Emmy thought to herself.

Nevertheless, the stare held between both Fred and Lucratious could surely kill at any given moment. Emmy felt her breath hitch as she caught Lucratious' stare. 'What if he was the reason Fred was back? What if he really was-- a vampire?' Emmy pondered. If that really was the case– then Emmy would have a lot on her hands for the upcoming year.

"Anyway, I best be going– don't want to interrupt your 'grading' as I can see that is going very well at this time. I'll see you two at dinner. I take it?" He grinned.

"Not a chance," Fred spit coldly. Emmy was even surprised by Fred's harshness.

"I'm sorry, what Fred meant to say was perhaps another time," Emmy politely declined with a smile. Lucratious' grin stretched wider across his face.

"Oh most definitely Miss Lupin. I do SO hope to hear the many stories of your adventures with several of my cousins amongst Illvermorny. I have heard much about your professional portfolio– we have much to discuss," Lucratious said. The smile never left his face as he proceeded to the door, "Oh, and Fred, one more thing– try not to offend your new-found-friend here with your poor manners. It's very rude."

Fred lunged forward and Emmy grabbed his shoulder as the man's hideous laughter echoed throughout the hallway.

"Stop! It's not worth it," Emmy protested. Fred flung himself away from her.

"I can't believe you just offered to even share a meal with that creep! He's not worth it, Emmy! He's dangerous!" Fred shouted. Emmy flinched at his tone.

"I--I'm sorry..." she cowered. Fred's eyes softened at her sudden change of demeanor. He sighed, turning his head towards the door.

"Look, just stay as far away from him as possible Emmy. I have a feeling this won't be the last time we see him," Fred said. Emmy nodded towards the floor. Fred grabbed his book off of the chair before darting out the door, "I'll see you around."

Emmy kept her gaze on the stool in front of her. She hated yelling. She was sure it was just out of concern but did she really deserve to be shouted at over something she wasn't even sure of herself? She sighed before turning around and beginning to pack up her bag.

"Hello?" a sing-songy voice called out.

"Yes?" Emmy asked, turning around. Emmy met the gaze of a brown-haired woman. A well established witch– by her velvet robes and soft look about her.

"I apologize for the intrusion. My name is Hermione Weasley. I really should have introduced myself sooner, however my arrival to Hogwarts was partially delayed," Hermione managed nervously, "I knew your mother and father, Remus and Tonks, some time ago."

Emmy smiled, "I'm glad to hear that they were so loved by many."

Hermione smiled at her, "I once helped Remus during a very intense moment of my life– what an experience that was! I cannot imagine what it was like growing up with an animagus!"

"Yeah, it was quite wild. I learned quickly at the age of 4 how to help my mom brew wolfsbane to help him through his harsher episodes," Emmy remarked. Hermione nodded in understanding.

"I see. Well it looks like you have found a new friend in my brother-in-law, and that is great to hear! I know he was worried about being stuck with some old-hag," Hermione scoffed. Emmy recalled back to what Fred's description of her once– was on the train and grinned at the thought.

"Are you the one that is married to Charlie?" Emmy asked. Hermione burst into a fit of laughter.

"Merlin, no! Fleur is married to him," Hermione corrected. Emmy pondered for a moment.

"Fred never told me that," Emmy expressed, "I know Fleur. I taught alongside her at Beaubaxton's Academy."

Hermione smiled, "She is quite the herbologist."

"I always thought that Fred had just one sibling," Emmy noted.

"Oh no, just one?!" Hermione laughed again. Emmy started to feel like she was really clueless about the man she thought she had come to know fairly well over a few hours, "He has a twin brother named George, two older brothers– Bill and Charlie, and a few younger siblings Ron and Ginny. I am married to Ron and Harry is married to Ginny."

'Ginny?' Emmy thought to herself. The name swam around in her brain.

"Ginny Weasely?!" Emmy spit out in realization. Emmy thought her head was going to explode.

"You know her?" Hermione asked.

"Know her? She is famous at Illvermorny! Ginny is only one of the best selling authors in all of Wizarding-America!" Emmy exclaimed.

Hermione chuckled, "Ah yes, our beloved writer."

"How crazy is that? I had no idea," Emmy said, leaning against a desk. The pair was quiet for a moment.

"Where is Fred?" Hermione asked. Emmy felt her shoulders drop once-more.

'Should I even mention anything?' Emmy thought to herself. Hermione studied her look intently.

"You're fine to trust me if that's what you're worried about," Hermione said soft-spokenly. Emmy nodded.

"Does the name Lucritious Sevvoy ring a bell to you?" Emmy asked. Hermione thought for a moment, bringing her hand up to her chin.

"Not at all," she said. The pair fell silent again. "However, there is a restricted section in the library that I'm sure we could take a look at."

Emmy perked up at the sound, "The restricted... section?" she asked skeptically.

"Yes! Come on!" Hermione said, grabbing Emmy's wrist without a second thought. Emmy waved her wand– bringing her book bag flying over her shoulder as Hermione dragged her along.

-

Hermione pushed open the metal gate to the restricted section. 'She's rather chummy with the librarian.' Emmy noted to herself. As the pair made their way through the shelves, Emmy rested her butt onto one of the hanging desks in front of one of the sections. She watched quietly as Hermione traced her fingers over several of the covers in front of her.

Hermione pulled one of the books off of the shelf before putting it onto the desk beside Emmy. She opened it before flipping through the index and finding a section on the Sevvoy's.

"'Long ago, the Sevvoy family was remembered for their part in the Warlock War of 1857. A vicious hoard of vampires pitted against the 'Wolves of Evermister?'" Hermione spoke aloud. Emmy leaned against the bookshelf. Maybe her theory hadn't been that far from the truth, "Nothing in here about Lucratious himself though."

Emmy nodded, a firm look of confusion and thought plastered across her face.

"What is it?" Hermione asked. Emmy moved the book towards her.

"Can I speak freely?" she asked.

"Just tell me," Hermione prodded.

"Fine, I think that Lucratious has something to do with Fred's return," Emmy whispered. Hermione stared blankly at Emmy.

"How can you be sure?" she asked.

"I cannot. I barely know him," Emmy admitted. Hermione groaned.

"Things can never be easy in this group, can they?" Hermione thought aloud.

"How so?" Emmy asked. Hermione smiled to herself.

"It's a story for another time perhaps but I'll leave it plainly– Harry, Ron, and I got up to several adventures during our time at Hogwarts. Since Harry was such a pivotal piece in the Wizarding War..." Hermione trailed off. Emmy just nodded in return.

"I see– your life has never been boring in that case," Emmy laughed.

"Understatement," Hermione sighed in agreement, "I do know that Fred isn't easily frightened."

Emmy nodded once-more, "Why else would he be so scared of Lucritious?"

Hermione continued to stare at the books in front of her. She stood up before turning back to the shelves behind her in search of another text.

Finding what she needed, she pulled down a book with broken stitched-leather from the shelf.

"I'll warn you now, this text isn't very polite," Hermione noted. Emmy watched as she gently rubbed the spine of the book. The book suddenly jerked open and Hermione pulled her head back quickly as it lunged towards her before she hit the lock with a clenched fist. The monster suddenly silenced itself and its pages fell open revealing strange text.

"Wow, that was– a lot," Emmy remarked. Hermione just laughed before reading on in the section. Emmy followed along beside her tracing the page for answers, "Werewolves?"

"If you want to find out why the Sevvoy family is so interested in you," Hermione said.

"In, me?" Emmy asked. Hermione nodded, "How would I be connected?"

"Emmy, werewolves and vampires? Hello?! Your father is a Lupin!" Hermione noted. Emmy sat back against the shelf of books.

"Here I was thinking I was finally in the clear," Emmy sighed.

"This family is never in the clear–" Hermione scoffed, "Anyway, here! It says that the trait is hereditary."

"What?!" Emmy asked, her heart sinking down into her stomach.

"Appears so!" Hermione said. Emmy felt her palms begin to sweat. She couldn't possibly be the reason such a grueling fate would be bestowed upon her own child. Emmy felt sick, "'Vampires and Werewolves are otherworldly creatures that exist within our magical plane. Not much has been documented within their short existence. According to many historical contexts– vampires have only existed since 1450 BM (before Merlin).'"

"All of the American timelines would align with that– at least from what I've heard about the population of vampiric blood remaining post-civil war times. The amount of vampiric blood actually doubled around that time," Emmy remarked.

"I never knew that," Hermione expressed.

"What else does it say?" Emmy asked. Hermione smiled at her interest.

"'Vampires often sustain themselves off of animals, humans, and most-of-all, high-valued mythical creatures,'" Hermione continued, "'They are typically described as having pale, waxy skin, and sharp fangs only being referred to as 'beings with legal protections in place preventing them from being....'" Hermione began to trial off into silence.

"Being what, Hermione?!" Emmy asked.

"'Exterminated...'" she finished. The pair was dead silent.

"So, if Lucratious really is a vampire then my theory is coming together," Emmy remarked. Hermione nodded.

"He's totally a vampire," they both said in succession. The girls both burst into a fit of laughter.

"So what is this 'theory' of yours then?" Hermione asked.

"Fred was raised up by Lucratious– that part I don't know much about. If that is the case then my original theory about the ministry using truth-serum potions on him to confirm his story about being brought-back would be a total farce," Emmy murmured beginning to walk back and forth amongst the aisle, "So if vampiric persons are indeed protected under the ministry then there would be no reason to investigate further upon verifying that he was indeed a vampire."

Hermione slouched down in her chair, "Is that so? What about the fangs?"

Emmy pulled back before deciding it was okay to show her. Emmy walked forwards before pulling her hand over her mouth and transforming her lips into those of a duck.

"Transfiguration!" Hermione blurted.

"Precisely. It would take major concentration– it's also not necessary to hide it since they are protected creatures– but who knows what shame many of them carry from the general wizarding public," Emmy expressed, glumly. There was another long silence between the pair.

"You aren't scared of him?" Hermione asked.

"Who? Fred? No– not a bit," Emmy smiled, "Vampire or not, it's a blessing that he was given a second chance."

Hermione grinned in happiness, "Certainly I do not envy that man's cravings whatsoever," Hermione noted, making Emmy laugh.

"Trust me, I have seen the worst of it. Dad's animagus once was fascinated by people wearing bright-green shirts. Let's just say we had a lot of green shirts piling up in the shed that we couldn't quite place our finger on. Even dad couldn't pinpoint the bizarre obsession as he claimed," Emmy recalled.

"Speaking of obsession, this Lucratious does seem rather interested in the pair of you— with popping up out of nowhere and what not," Hermione noted. Emmy nodded in agreement.

"I'm still not sure what to do about it all," Emmy sighed.

"Start by sticking around us," Hermione smiled.

"Right, you I am not worried about. Fred on the other hand–" Emmy groaned.

"Look, I did hear his outburst earlier and while I couldn't quite catch what he was upset about I can tell you that there is nothing you could have known without him telling you that could have made his harsh outburst hurt any less," Hermione sympathized.

"I still felt terrible when he ran out, I know I hardly know him but... the way he acted in there– and my reaction afterwards– I most certainly believe I may have deserved it in some way," Emmy said, rubbing her forearm in embarrassment.

"What could you have possibly done?" Hermione asked.

"Invited his aggressor to dinner," she admitted. Hermione winced.

"Yeah, that would do it," she sighed, "Regardless, the yelling was rather unnecessary don't you think?"

Emmy nodded in agreement.

"Just give him some space. It takes a lot to shake up Fred. You know that if he is upset it's often out of concern for those around him," Hermione smiled.

"I'm sure," Emmy smiled softly in return.

"Besides, he can't avoid us forever!" Hermione sang.

"True," Emmy noted.

"Catch you at dinner then?" Hermione asked.

"I'll see you there," Emmy smiled. She quickly waved to the witch as Hermione closed the metal gate behind her.

Emmy was practically drowning in her thoughts, 'Fresh air.' she noted.

As Emmy went to stand a sudden magnetic pull began to force her backwards. A voice followed, "FAITH...!" it hissed from the shelf behind her.

Emmy wanted to scream, 'What is going on?!' she thought to herself.

"Fate..." the text hissed again. This time Emmy turned around coming face to face with a white tome.

"Des--sssssss--tiny," the book slithered. Emmy reached her hand towards the soft green glow emanating from the text.

"Emmy!" Tonks voice called out. Emmy's head shot backwards towards the voice.

"Mom?!" she cried out.

"You mustn't Emmy! Don't touch the book!" Remus called out next– in warning. Emmy felt her blood pressure rising as she spun around in search of the voices.

"Dad!?" she choked out. Hearing their voices once more was indescribable. The book seized up in front of her slamming its pages shut and returning to the shelf once again.

Emmy fell to her knees, 'I can't touch the book,' she thought to herself as tears began to fall onto her skirt.

"Emmy?" Fred's voice broke through her mind.

"Fred?" she sobbed. Fred ran over to her quickly embracing her in a hug.

"What happened?!" he asked in concern.

"My mom, she was here! –and- Remus!" she sobbed. Fred continued to hold her tightly in his arms.

"It's okay! It's okay! Shhhhh–" he cooed.

"How did you find me?" Emmy asked through her tears.

"Hermione, I was passing her in the hallway just now," Fred spoke. Emmy found her courage to sit upright once more as the tears continued to litter her cheeks, "We should get you to the nurse– too much time in here does things to you," Fred noted– referring to the fact that they were still in the restricted section.

Emmy nodded as Fred stretched his hand out to help her up.

"Are you alright?" he asked, still holding her hand in his.

"No," Emmy replied. Fred frowned, pressing the palm of his hand to her forehead.

"You are a bit warm, let's go settle your nerves and we can talk about what happened a little later, okay?" Fred smiled, reassuringly. Emmy nodded once again, continuing to hold his hand as he guided her out of the library.

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Ethereal | Fred Weasley (ALL CHAPTERS ON MY PAGE) CHAPTER 5: LUSCIOUS LUCRITIOUS

Song: Punch The Brakes by Christian French

The light bore in from Emmy's balcony. Her eyes lightly fluttered open and the bright red of the room brought comfort to her. Outside, on the balcony, Emmy noticed a familiar duo.

Fred Weasley and her precious Esme were both perched on her balcony railing.

"You know, most girls would consider this entrance a bit creepy, Weasley," Emmy smiled, stretching her arms up as she joined the pair, sleepily on the balcony. Fred smiled, eyeing her up and down. A red nightgown clung tightly to her skin. Emmy leaned up against the railing beside him, petting her precious owl.

"Man, aren't I glad that you aren't most girls!" He grinned, moving to the side and revealing two cups of coffee. Fred handed her the warm mug and Emmy sat up, moving to lean against the railing beside him. She pressed her lips to the warm glass.

"Is it bad I wish you would've stayed last night?" Emmy admitted, looking up at him. Fred felt a smile spread across his face.

"No, it just makes you weird," Fred said, jokingly. Emmy smacked his arm in retort.

"Why? Because I only met you yesterday? Can't say much when you're the one just showing up to watch me sleep un-announced!" Emmy pointed out.

"Hey! I also brought coffee, at least I was a considerate stalker," Fred pouted. Emmy couldn't help but laugh, she felt like her face was on fire from how red it was,

"I'm only teasing, love," he chirped in her ear. Emmy threw her hands over her face in embarrassment. Fred chuckled, brushing his leg up against her thigh, attempting to fluster her more, "Come on now, Emmy. I can't possibly admire that pretty face when you hide it!"

Emmy tried to slow her breathing through her hands to try and break the redness from her cheeks. Fred gently grabbed Emmy's hands and lowered them to her sides.

"Besides, it's kind of hot when you turn all red like that," he smirked, leaning close to her face. Emmy felt like she was going to implode of embarrassment.

She huffed, turning her entire body to face the opposite way of the balcony, "I assume you've come up with the first lesson, Weasley?" she said, changing the subject to compose herself. Fred sighed in defeat.

"It was rather hard to come up with just one, but I think I did just that," Fred noted. Emmy followed him back into her room, "What about Wolfsbane?"

Emmy's head cocked slightly at the sound of that potion.

"You could totally use it as a segway to talk about your dad! I just know the students would love that!" Fred said, encouragingly. Emmy smiled subtly.

'He did this to honor my dad?' she thought to herself. Emmy felt tears pricking at the corner of her eyes. Fred noticed immediately falling into panic.

"Oh my god, Emmy. I am so sorry I didn't mean to make you cry!" he plead, earnestly. Emmy laughed through her tears.

"It's fine, Fred. Honestly, I thought it was sweet that's all," Emmy said, offering a smile. Fred smiled back, softly.

"Well, how's about I head down there and gather the supplies whilst you get ready then, eh?" Fred asked. Emmy took a deep breath before softly nodding to him. Fred grabbed his coat and wand off of her chair closest to the fireplace before tapping the wall once-more. The door suddenly appeared and Fred grabbed onto the door-knob before heading out towards the herb depository.

Emmy made her way towards her suitcase, opening the latch. The suitcase popped open and began unfolding into her standing closet beside her bed. Emmy combed the shelves in search of the perfect outfit. She quickly grabbed her black mary-janes and her brown plaid overall dress. Glancing at herself in the mirror, she pulled her tan sleeves back down to her wrists before reaching for her small black ribbon to tie off her hair behind her head.

'Perfect,' she thought to herself. Emmy hurriedly grabbed her bag before tapping on the wall to open and close access immediately.

"Not too shabby of a hide-out," A voice echoed on the stone walls behind her. The voice didn't settle well into Emmy's stomach.

"'Hide-out?'" Emmy scoffed, "Hardly, this is more like home," Emmy noted.

She took in the man's slender figure. A black cape hanging off his shoulders, a very gothic look to his features.

"Sounds about right that you would diminish a pure-blood's room to nothing but a 'home' for your refined-commoner taste," he snarkily murmured.

"What was that?" Emmy asked, unable to hear him.

"Oh, nothing. Just saying that I came by to pay you a visit and just make sure you're settled in. The name is Lucratious Sevvoy," the man bowed.

Emmy sarcastically curtseyed in his direction, "Pleasure," she replied, "As you can see, I am all settled in so I'll be going now if you don't mind."

Lucratious stepped to the side, gesturing towards the stairs, "Please, don't let me be the one to make you late to your first course."

His smile made her uneasy as she slunk around the creepy man. Emmy hurried down the stairs, following the map Harry had given her to her best abilities.

'Was this how all the first years felt?' Emmy thought. She eventually made it and found a frazzled Fred assisting students to their classes while sorting potion materials on a chair outside of the classroom. She walked over to him just now noticing the distinct height difference on the now-level ground. Fred also appeared to notice as a devilish smirk began to cover his face.

"Don't start," she warned.

"Hey shorty--" Fred said before being elbowed in the ribs by none-other than Emmy herself. He let out a wheeze as her elbow made contact with his chest, "That's the thanks I get?!" He exclaimed, holding his chest.

"Thank you, Weasely," she mocked, entering the classroom.

"I see how it is," He said before collecting his items, "You don't even need an assistant anymore. Lupin is all grown up!"

"Oh yes, that's totally what I said." Emmy noted, sarcastically. Fred continued to rummage through his potion items.

"Do you need any help?" Emmy asked.

"Uhh, yeah. I could use a hand on pulling apart this belladonna," Fred admitted. Emmy picked up a bundle of the belladonna and her fingers danced along the spine of the stem-- stripping the plant of all it's leaves in one go.

"You've got nimble fingers," Fred said while using his pestle to grind down a few hazelnut shells.

"Thanks?" Emmy questioned.

"Your shucking speed is quite impressive is what I meant to say," Fred smiled. Emmy felt her cheeks flush once-more, "Can I prod for a moment though?"

"Uh, sure," Emmy said, hesitantly.

"You seemed shaken up earlier when you got here. Did something happen?" Fred asked. Emmy froze suddenly as her heartbeat quickened.

"How did you pick up on that?" she asked aloud. Fred shrugged.

"Just did," he said. Emmy nodded.

"It was nothing, just some pompous prick named Lucratious Sevvoy so unless you're besties with him I highly doubt I need to be worried," Emmy shrugged this time. Fred's breath hitched at the sound of Lucratitous' name being spoken.

"You've got the prick part right," Fred agreed, "What did he say to you?"

"He was right outside of my room," Emmy noted. Fred was silent. Only the sound of their working hands breaking the silence.

"Nobody put him up to that, so if he said some weird shit to you that was all of his own accord," Fred said seriously. Emmy shuttered. If that was the case then she was right to have read the man's tone in a way that really did align with her intuition—telling her to avoid him at all costs.

Two days ago she knew Fred as a stranger, now here she was deep into a friendship that has felt like it had been around for centuries. Emmy looked up at Fred and couldn't hold back her smile. Fred looked up immediately and smile back. He was worried about her.

"Any idea why he would suddenly take an interest in me?" Emmy questioned. Fred's face caught a serious look once-more, "No, and that's what is more concerning. Harry certainly didn't put him up to it and I know that Hermione wouldn't dare let him near the Gryffindor common-room," he said flatly. Emmy was even more concerned now.

"What subject does he teach?" she asked.

"Defense against the dark arts," Fred replied.

"How ironic," Emmy smirked.

"Right?" Fred laughed.

"How do you two know each other?" Emmy asked. This time, Fred was the one that froze-- that serious look etched back onto his face.

"I'd rather talk about something else," he said immediately.

'Touchy subject,' Emmy noted.

"Right, well-- no worries," Emmy said. She noticed Fred's face flicker between concern, confusion, and ultimately relief.

The students began to file into the classroom and the pair silently passed out materials.

"Hello everyone! My name is Professor Lupin," Emmy spoke, holding her want tightly against her chest.

"I am Professor Weasley," Fred added, taking a seat on the stool beside Emmy. There were at least 60 students sat staring at the pair.

"As many of you are going to be learning about mythical creatures--" Emmy continued, "--The likes of mermaids, vampires, and even werewolves! How many of you are actually aware that some of those creatures truly walk amongst us?"

The class burst into light murmurs. They continued to watch as Emmy showed the students imagery of the mythical creatures.

"Many of you may not know this but my father was an animagus-- just not by choice exactly," she carried on, "A very useful potion for him during the day to be able to teach here at Hogwarts was Wolfsbane."

Emmy raised her wand upwards and flicked the textbooks to each student table.

"Wolfsbane potions are used to protect the cursed individual and others around them," Fred added. Emmy nodded in response, "It's effects can be long lasting when brewed properly."

Emmy and Fred both took turns explaining each of the elements within the potion. Emmy referred back to her notes a few times for the last portion of the potion remembering her imperfect measurements often led to adverse effects on her father.

Notes littered the page where she most often messed up.

"This part is very important. Only 5 small leaves of belladonna into the cauldron. If they are bigger than a pound coin, throw them out, the potion will not last a full cycle," Emmy noted, aloud.

"Really? I didn't even know that," Fred remarked.

"I might have messed a potion or two up on my dad..." Emmy sheepishly admitted. A student's hand suddenly shot up.

"Miss? Was your dad Remus Lupin?" the student asked. Emmy nodded.

"Yes, he was," she acknowledged.

"My brother was Dean Thomas, he had him when he taught here." the boy grinned.

"Dean Thomas? He was trouble." Fred teased.

"Oh I have heard all about the Weasley's, sounds like you were all trouble," the student retorted. Fred clasped his hands in defeat.

"You know what? Fair enough," Fred laughed. The class quickly joined in.

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Ethereal | Fred Weasley (ALL CHAPTERS ON MY PAGE) CHAPTER 4: A SORTING HAT, A RED-HEAD, AND AN OLD FRIEND WALK INTO A BAR

Song: Same Side by Dylan Dunlap

Emmy flicked her wand and watched her beloved items disappear from the train platform. She, on the other-hand, planned to explore every square inch of the grounds.

"Pardon me, miss?" A large voice bellowed from behind her. Emmy spun around coming face to face with a gentle giant.

"Oh! I am so sorry, was I in your way?" Emmy asked politely.

"No! No, not-at-all!" the man smiled. "The name is Hagrid by the way."

Emmy outstretched her hand towards him, "Lovely to meet you, Hagrid. I'm Elenora, but you can just call me Emmy."

Hagrid took her hand into his and shook it, "Trust me, I know all about you." The man noted with a twinge of irritation. Emmy took no offense. Perhaps he knew one of her friends that rambled on a bit too long about their adventures.

"How so?" Emmy asked.

"That's not for me to say. There is someone I would like to introduce you to at dinner this evening if you'd let me." Hagrid smiled.

"Of course," Emmy obliged.

"I see you've met Fred already. --him and his brovver used to get up to all sorts of shenanigans when they were students," Hagrid noted. Emmy laughed.

"Oh really? He seemed to have failed to mention that part," Emmy chuckled.

"I'm certain he did," Hagrid responded, "Regardless, the past is the past. Would you like me to walk ye— to dinner Miss Emmy? I know these grounds like nobody else."

Emmy nodded at the suggestion, "I would love that. It's very sweet of you Hagrid." The pair began to walk and students flew past them, running towards the great hall, "Are there many students that are late to dinner?"

Hagrid nodded in agreement, "Every year. But the headmaster doesn't mind that much. He himself was late to many a dinner as a student," Hagrid noted, bringing his lantern closer to his chest.

Emmy and Hagrid continued on until they hit the Hogwarts entrance. The castle was stunning— and though her view was limited at night, she knew there would be a view to admire greatly come morning. Kids continued to dart into the great hall quickly.

"Where will I be staying?" Emmy asked the giant.

"That's for the sorting hat to decide," Hagrid mentioned.

"The sorting... hat?" Emmy asked.

"Right, American," Hagrid sighed, "The sorting hat places all students and staff into the appropriate house."

"Why staff?!" Emmy protested.

"Why not?" Hagrid countered with a wide grin. Hagrid and Emmy waded their way through the crowd of kids and up towards the front table.

"Emmy!" Fred called out. Emmy spun around catching the red-head's gaze.

"One second!" She mouthed while pointing towards Hagrid.

Fred nodded as Emmy approached the table. There was a woman sat beside an open chair with a large light blue boa around her neck. "This is Mrs. Olympe Maxime," Hagrid smiled, kissing the woman's outstretched hand.

Emmy's eyes lit up in recognition and immediately grabbed onto her friend, pulling her into a tight hug, "It's been too long!" Emmy wept into the woman's shoulder.

"Oh my dear!" Olympe cooed in her thick accent, "I have missed you so much!" Emmy managed to wipe her tears quickly as she heard the students begin to settle into their seats.

"Best to have a seat darling, we will have all semester to catch up!" Olympe smiled. Emmy nodded in response before also nodding a brief thank you towards Hagrid.

Emmy hurried away, taking a seat beside Fred who was busy speaking with a dark-haired man with circular glasses, "Elenora" The man acknowledged.

"Just Emmy is fine," Emmy smiled, shaking his hand.

"Been a long time since I've seen you last," Harry noted. Emmy kept staring past him.

"Yeah—" she trailed off, nervously avoiding his gaze.

Harry awkwardly offered a smile.

"I know it hasn't been long since their deaths-- but... I just want you to know that I miss them too," Harry smiled. The pause between them was long and empty. Emmy turned her head to avoid Fred's interested gaze, hoping to avoid the topic entirely.

"I look forward to having a good year with the students," Emmy faked a smile towards the man, "Now I do believe you have a sorting ceremony to begin."

"Right..." Harry sighed, sadly, "Would you mind doing the honors?" He asked, outstretching his hand towards the empty stool. Emmy felt her cheeks turn bright red.

'No way! Am I the first to be sorted?!' she thought to herself in a panic.

"Ha!" Fred laughed, hitting her shoulder playfully. Emmy gave him the death-glare.

"Laugh too much and I'll have you re-sorted into Slytherin, Weasley," Harry taunted. It made Emmy grin slightly.

"Anything but that!" Fred shuttered as Emmy made her way towards the stool. Harry made his way to the headmaster's podium.

"Good evening, students. It is the beginning of a new school year. My name is Headmaster Potter. Some of you may know of me, some of you may not. Regardless, I am here to help you sort through many new friendships, many new rivalries, and many new loves on your journey of academics and the world of magic unlike what any of you have ever experienced," Harry said, encouragingly. The words made Emmy's heart flutter slightly.

Harry continued on, "To ease some of these new-student fears, we at Hogwarts also like to make our new teachers participate in the sorting ceremony as well. Ladies and Gentleman, I introduce you to our new potions professor and alchemy master, Elenora Lupin." The hall erupted in light applause as Emmy sat amused.

'Lupin?' Fred thought to himself. Fred felt his back suddenly stretch and sit upright as a light bulb went off. "Remus?!" He exclaimed, aloud. Fred immediately looked to Harry who didn't bother to meet his gaze as he lowered the sorting hat onto Emmy's head.

"Ah yes... I see..." the hat began, "--an aspiring daughter, skillful in the world of books, shy in the realm of friends... hmmm yess..." the hat pondered, "I think you belong in... Gryffindor!"

The entire Gryffindor table shot up to welcome Emmy, "Gryffindor?!" Emmy exclaimed in a ball of nerves and excitement. Fred quickly stood up to cheer her on and her eyes caught his smile.

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After the ceremony, the students were quickly dismissed back to their dormitories leaving Emmy and Fred with a bottle of fire wine and an empty table in the great hall. A bit warm in the cheeks, the pair was stuck in drunken laughter.

"—the look on Harry's face was priceless!" Fred slurred.

"I can only imagine!" Emmy laughed. The pair fell back into comforting silence as their laughter bounced off the walls, fading quietly around them. Fred scanned the hall alongside Emmy who was just taking in the site of the hall for the first night. Fred placed his glass back onto the table before turning his chair towards the girl.

"I have to ask," he said in a more serious tone then before, "Are you really a Lupin?" Emmy felt her hands freeze around the chalice pressed against her lips. She took a moment to compose herself, using the cloth napkin on her lap to pat her lips dry.

"Yes," she answered plainly. Fred looked down at his hands, a little fearful to continue the conversation after slightly overhearing the exchange between her and Harry earlier. Emmy continued to watch the ghosts haunt up and down the aisles of the great hall, the sound of distant ambers crackling inside the fires on either side of them, "My esteemed parents often have a reputation that I fear I will never live up to," she finished, swallowing the last bit of her fire wine. Her throat burned as she swallowed the last bit.

"I doubt it overshadows yours, Emmy. You definitely have made a reputation of your own." Fred said, reassuringly. Emmy smiled slightly, drunkenly staring into her reflection against the chalice, "If you are Lupin and Tonks child, how come I never knew you?"

Emmy looked at Fred quizzically, 'Was the American accent not a dead giveaway?' she thought to herself.

"They sent me to Ilvermorny. Both of them thought that a western education would benefit me. At the time I had my hands quite full with school, they had theirs full with their students and fighting off the 'Dark Lord' as they called him," Emmy said, somberly. Fred poured her another glass of wine.

"I knew Tonks well," Fred said, attempting to lighten the mood. Emmy felt the tears well up in her eyes as she grabbed the chalice from the table, taking a large swig.

"Many did," Emmy replied, "—annnddd many are 'sorry' for what happened to them. 'They wish they could've done more.' But I'm well over that."

Emmy's response was a bit cold and stoic. Fred felt her distaste for the subject, "I'm sorry, Emmy." Fred apologized. Emmy shrugged.

"To think that I lived," Emmy muttered into her glass, "To think you lived!?" She smiled, raising her glass to his.

Fred offered a half smile, clinking his glass to hers before taking another swig.

"I will say, though I am sure you are tired of hearing it, I really do wish their was more I could've done to save them. I mean, why is it I am here and they are not? I had nothing to even come back for in the end," Fred emphasized, swishing his cup around in his hand.

Emmy paused, "You shouldn't say things like that, Fred," she said firmly, "I'm glad you're here— there is still so much good to remember," Emmy reassured, "Besides, my parents loved their students as much as they loved me— I'm sure of it. I'm only sad I wasn't here to live their dream beside them."

Fred let out a teary sigh of relief while releasing Emmy's gaze. Emmy turned back to the table and looked out towards the dimly lit hall, "So you're a Gryffindor now? Eh?" Fred smirked, elbowing Emmy teasingly.

Emmy flushed red, "Yeah, and what about it?"

"Means you'll be staying in the same hall as me and my brother Charlie," Fred noted. Emmy's eyes widened.

"You didn't tell me you had a brother that also teaches here?!" Emmy exclaimed with excitement.

'This must be the brother from the newspaper that Hilly was reading earlier,' Emmy remarked to herself, making a mental note.

"Hardly, he teaches the beast course. Spent some time with several dragons and animals during his time travelling abroad," Fred remarked, boredly taking a sip of his glass.

"'Hardly?'" Emmy repeated back to Fred, noting that Charlie sounded pretty well versed from her perspective. Not nearly any wizards and witches of their time were well-travelled. As Emmy felt herself getting lost in though, Fred continued to scoot his chair closer to hers until he was practically in her face, "Weasley!" she protested as he leaned in towards her, "You are drunk!"

"So? You are pretty, Emmy," Fred said, earnestly. Emmy sat in amusement as the red-head leaned in closer, resting his drunken head on her folded arms.

Emmy picked up her chalice with the free hand she had allowing the last of the fire wine to course through her veins. 'Was this appropriate behavior between a professor and an assistant?' She thought to herself as she stared at Fred's resting face on her chest. Emmy shook her head at the realization. But before she could say anything, Fred sat up straight— suddenly appearing more sober.

"I just realized, what are we actually doing for class tomorrow?" He asked. Emmy felt her stomach drop. She had completely forgotten all about the potions lesson she was supposed to be here to teach for.

"Bullocks!" she exclaimed, " I completely forgot!"

Fred lifted his hands to calm the girl down as he watched Emmy's hands fly into a panic towards her face. She began playing with her hair aggressively.

"Hey, hey-- listen," Fred cooed softly, "Don't panic, I was just asking out of curiosity, we are in this together you don't have to take this all on alone."

Emmy softened at his calm demeanor, "Sorry," she managed to say, softly. Fred shook his head at her.

"No reason to be, we'll get it sorted," he said, reassuringly. Emmy managed a smile before pulling out her own potions book from her bag.

"Would any of these work?" she asked curiously, handing the book to Fred. Fred quickly flipped through the pages.

"This is for the first lesson, yeah?" he asked.

"Yeah," Emmy replied.

Fred's eyes continued to scan the pages, "Mind if I keep this for the night?" He finally asked. Emmy nodded.

"Do you think you could come up with something by morning?" she asked, hopefully.

"I think so," he said, lost in thought. He closed the book abruptly. "Well, I think we best be off to bed, Miss Lupin."

Emmy managed another smile, "Okay, but where will I be staying?" Emmy asked.

"Allow me to lead the way," Fred smiled, standing up from his chair and reaching his hand out to her with a bow. Emmy hesitantly grabbed onto his hand.

In a flash the pair was teleported to the large tower of the Gryffindor common room. Fred turned towards the concrete wall beside the pair and tapped on it in three separate locations. A door suddenly appeared and Fred pushed it open revealing a large open space with a canopy bed.

"Is this... my room?" she asked.

"Yup, I might've pulled a few strings," Fred smirked, proudly. Emmy ran over to her bed, plopping beside the fireplace.

"This is so beautiful!" she gushed. Fred took a seat on the bed beside her. Emmy felt his shoulder brush up against hers. Turning to him their gazes met and for a brief moment, they paused to take one another in.

Fred felt his breath hitch under her gaze and in realizing how close they were— began to clear his throat, "Well, uh, I'll be downstairs if you need anything this evening," he said, standing up and walking towards the door. Emmy felt her shoulders slouch down.

'Did I read the room wrong?' she thought to herself. Fred's cheeks glew a bright pink beneath the flames of the fireplace, something that Emmy couldn't make out amongst the dark hue of the room. Fred nodded her off before closing the door behind him.

The room was suddenly cold as his presence disappeared. Emmy wished he hadn't left.

Making her way off of the bed and into the corner, she grabbed Esme's cage before picking her up and walking towards the balcony door. Placing the cage on the stone ledge, Emmy assisted the owl in climbing onto her arm and getting out of the cage. She watched as the owl nose dived off of her balcony and towards the raging waterfall just below her room and out of sight.

Turning towards her new room, Emmy closed the doors of her balcony before collapsing onto the bed.

She could only hope that Fred really had a plan for tomorrow.

-

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[casualqueen]

Ethereal | Fred Weasley (ALL CHAPTERS ON MY PAGE) CHAPTER 3: CABIN FEVER

Song: Carla's Song by Harry Styles

"I knew that I would end up being someone's assistant but I was picturing someone old--crippled even, and maybe a little mean! Not--" Fred sighed before throwing his hands in the air in disbelief.

"What?" Emmy laughed. "Someone like me?" Fred shook his head. "I mean no, you seem like everything but those things." He responded. Emmy smiled before turning her attention to the floor.

Fred's brown shoes seemed only slightly battered and used-- the only thing on him that really gave away a disheveled upbringing. Not that in any way that meant he didn't lead a good life, just in the sense that perhaps there was more to his cunning smile and polished look.

"May I ask something that may be considered impolite?" Emmy asked suddenly. It was as if her mouth took off from her thoughts. Fred sat more upright in his seat than prior. 

"I mean-- I suppose so, since we are already speaking so freely with one another." He jested. 

Emmy still didn't meet his eyes. Fighting with her hands in discomfort, Emmy began to formulate the words, "How is it that you've exactly 'come back to life?' Of course you don't have to answer if that's something you aren't comfortable with, I've just heard so many rumors and--" Emmy stopped herself realizing she had been rambling, "I'm sorry, honestly. I really shouldn't even ask."

"It's only normal that you're curious, I only wished more people would make eye contact with me when asking things like this instead of acting like I'm some zombie-boy." He scoffed, leaning back into his seat with a huff. Emmy did the exact opposite, sitting straight up at the mention of 'zombie-boy.' Flustered, and a bit embarrassed, she felt herself shutter at her poor choice of words earlier.

"I'm sorry," she professed, looking up to meet his gaze. "I should've been more kind."

He smiled softly, "I'll be honest, I haven't quite figured it out myself."

"Aren't you at least curious?" Emmy asked.

"Curious is an understatement, Miss Emmy," Fred sighed, returning his gaze to the window. The carriage fell silent once-more.

Emmy was almost certain that The Ministry of Magic would have  tried all sorts of truth serums on him to verify any holes in his story. To relive his death-- be alive again and have to sort through feelings that perhaps Fred didn't even understand must've been exhausting.

"You seem quizzical." Fred noted picking up on Emmy's thinking face.

"I mean, aren't you?" She asked.

"Nah, just happy to be here honestly. Thought I only had one chance at life and as it turns out I was given another! How wicked is that?" He grinned.

"I guess that is true." Emmy noted. Emmy didn't bother to look back at the boy in front of him, partially out of fear that perhaps she was the reason his warm smile had faded. The silence between them was quickly interrupted by the sound of rain that had begun to prod at the carriage window, creating a certain ambiance that the two shared some liking in.

"It rains a lot back home," Fred said.

"I bet. Anywhere in England really." Emmy remarked.

"--tch, yeah. Now that is something I can most certainly agree on." Fred jested. 

Emmy looked down towards the notebook resting in her lap. Picking up the pencil that rested upon it she began writing notes to herself. "Whatcha got there?" Fred asked.

"Nothing really. Just a lot of ideas I can't formulate. I'm trying to come up with a semester project potion to motivate the students this year." Emmy paused for a moment. "But alas... I fear that some of my ideas are far too outrageous to impress them."

"Do you need to?" He asked.

"Need to what?" She said.

"Impress them?" He countered.

Emmy thought for a while, "I suppose not, but that would be no fun would it now, Weasley?" Fred found himself grinning once more.

"You know, I like you Emmy. You're smart..." He said leaning to grab his book bag, "That is exactly why I am going to help you."

"Oh really now?" She asked sarcastically.

"Yup." Fred answered.

"Yup?" She asked.

"Yup!" He smiled.

"Just like that?" She asked, raising her eyebrow.

"Just like that." He smiled.

Fred pulled a book from his bag before placing it onto her lap. The cover was singed practically to pieces. "Annnnnddddd now I understand because this is....?" Emmy asked before turning over the cover.

"Just open it, and prepare to be amazed!" He said, grinning ear to ear. '

What exactly was he up to?' She thought to herself. 

Shaking off the thought she continued to flip through the pages, "'Property of The Half-Blood Prince...'" She read aloud, "--and who exactly is that?"

"Oh Emmy. It appears the students won't be the only ones getting lessons this year," Fred winked. Emmy's face flushed a bright red which she quickly hid behind the pages of the book. Subtilties aside, she wasn't fooling anyone in that carriage.

"Professor Slughorn once made us compete for a vial of Felix Felicis. The class went absolutely mental trying to get it." Fred noted.

"I like the idea but I was thinking of something more uncommon," She remarked, continuing to flip through the crisp pages. Fred pursed his lips. "The Half Blood Prince is a story for some other time, but I assure you that if you want a kick-ass potion, this book will provide." Fred responded.

Emmy looked at Fred once with sheer skepticism before her eyes landed on notations written on the side of several pages. She practically flew out of her seat to a stance noticing the precise measurements beside each potion. "This book...!" She murmured. As if some victory had just taken place-- a smug Fred Weasley placed his hands behind his head resting his eyes momentarily. "Would you mind if I borrowed this?" Emmy asked in excitement.

"No, please do. I was the one that offered," Fred smiled. The train came to a sudden halt and Emmy felt herself lurch forward. 

Unable to regain her balance, she let out a small yelp as she barreled towards the poor fellow in front of her. Fred wasted no time before grabbing Emmy and steading her by her waist.

"Forgive my impoliteness, I just didn't want you to fall." He said in concern. Emmy looked down at him, his hands still placed on her hips. His breath was shaky suddenly and she felt hers quicken at his touch. There was a knock on the carriage door and both of them jumped away from one another.

"Last stop!" The conductor shouted through the glass. "Everybody off! No exceptions."

The pair quickly began to gather their things in a flustered frenzy.

"I guess I'll see you at dinner then, Emmy," Fred said, practically out of breath.

"It's Elenora actually." She smiled.

"Elenora? That's quite cute," He remarked, "I'll see you around then, Elenora. Don't keep me waiting." And with that-- the red head flicked his wand and quickly flashed out of view.

'Right, magic was permitted here,' Emmy thought to herself. She felt herself take a deep breath to regain her composure. 'Though he probably knows these grounds far better than I do,' She noted. Emmy grabbed her things before hurrying off to the back of the train to collect her things.

-

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[casualqueen]

Ethereal | Fred Weasley (ALL CHAPTERS ON MY PAGE) CHAPTER 2: Platform 9 & 3/4

Song: Hotel California by Joji

Emmy was jolted and landed in a puff of green smoke. She felt ill. Was she really this rusty when it came to the floo system? "No, it's definitely the nerves," Emmy said aloud, taking a few deep breaths to steady her shaky hands.

Stepping out from the chimney and into the vacant lounge-- it felt so empty and cold. 'Was I really that early?' She thought. Emmy sighed, dropping her luggage onto one of the trolleys in the area. She prayed it wouldn't be too complicated to find 9 and 3/4.

The platform was buzzing with people, and the English train system was a completely new beast for her. She slipped her wand inside of her coat before pushing the trolley towards the door. She propped her hip against the door trying to shove the trolley through while the door worked against her-- thoroughly.

Out of breath, and beginning to run out of hope that she would ever make it out of the room, Emmy heard a voice behind her, "Well that doesn't look fun, does it?" A man remarked.

Emmy sighed before turning around in defeat, "I thought I could manage, but this stupid--" she said pounding on the trolley, "--fucking--," she huffed pushing it again with all her might, "--CART!"

The red head watched with an amused grin. His hair, to his shoulders in length, bobbed as he chuckled. "You know, I am standing here and I could help?" He emphasized with a laugh.

Emmy stared at him blankly. "You know what? Yeah, I would LOVE to see you give it a go," She gestured, stepping to the side.

The man pretended to crack his fingers outwards before leaning into the trolley with all his might-- giving it one push before the trolley jumped over the lip of the door and onto the pavement.

Emmy's mouth practically fell onto the floor.

"Oh-- yeah?" She stuttered with embarrassment. "Well I loosened the wheel's grip on the pavement for you." She remarked.

"Oh really? Is that how it works-- noodle arms?" He teased as a smug smirk tugged at his lips. Emmy paused looking at the red-head with annoyance. 'Was he flirting with her?' Emmy quickly shook the thought away. Either way his accent was a total turn on and she couldn't get his warm smile out of her heart.

Emmy turned bright red realizing she had been staring too long. "Well-- I uh, better be off then." She said playing with the strings of her red tie.

"I'll see you around," the man grinned politely.

Emmy pushed her trolley off staring at her new owl, Esme-- a contemplative look decorated her face. 'He was nice,' she thought to herself.

--

Before she knew it Emmy was staring at platform 9 and 3/4. The sheer size of the Hogwarts Express told her just how many students she would be dealing with this year. Quite comparable to Ilvermorny in some ways but quite different in others. She hurriedly loaded her trolley onto the train before stepping up and finding a seat in a quiet cabin.

'Comfort at last,' she thought to herself-- closing her eyes and listening to the students babble on about their holiday break in passing her carriage.

The train suddenly whistled before lurching slightly forward. Emmy leaned her elbow up against the glass window staring at the passing platform. It wasn't long before she began to see trees and the beautiful parts of the Scottish Highlands. Suddenly her peace was interrupted by a tapping on her door. Emmy looked over before locking eyes with-- "You?!" she exclaimed. The red headed man slid the door open before taking a seat in front of her.

"I knew you had to be a witch." He remarked.

"Oh? and why is that?" Emmy questioned in amusement.

"Because you bewitched me back there--" He grinned cunningly. Emmy felt her whole face turn pink.

"I--uh-" She stuttered. So he was flirting with her. She went silent before turning to the window once-more in order to regain her composure. The man watched her with curiosity. "You could at least tell me your name," the man smiled earnestly. She paused with immense hesitation.

"I'm Emmy." She finally said before outstretching her hand to him.

"Fred." He grinned, taking her warm hand into his.

Emmy turned white all of a sudden. Her expression losing all sincerity at the realization. "You're Fred Weasley?" She asked. "The one and only." He said in amusement.

Emmy stared at him for a moment glancing over his features. He had a tattered but professional looking blazer on over-top his blue and white striped under shirt. His hands looked a little worse for wear, possibly a gardener in his spare time. Emmy stayed silent before turning towards the window. The train whistled in the distance as they came up over the bridge. 'Had this really been a dead man?'

Fred followed suit in the silence, quietly humming and tapping his knee. "I know you probably want to ask something so go ahead." He smiled.

Emmy froze. What should she even say? All she had to go off of was Hilly's word and even at that-- could a dead man from the wizarding war seriously just turn up unannounced and be welcome back into the public eye so quickly? Things just weren't adding up.

"How about instead of asking them to yourself you ask them out loud?" He remarked.

Emmy blushed, "--Sorry. It's just that-- honestly, I don't know all that much about you." Emmy said.

"And I don't know that much about you! So how about we start off easy? Eh?" He smiled.

Emmy felt her shoulders slightly relax.' Was anyone else's smile always this warm and inviting?' Emmy thought to herself. She hesitated before unclenching her jaw. "Well, I am not sure where to begin really. It's my first year here at Hogwarts and I went to school in the Americas. After a while I ended up teaching at the Beauxbaton Academy--" she rambled.

"You're joking?! Please tell me you know Professor Fleur!?" He exclaimed in excitement.

'That name....' Emmy pondered to herself.

"Oh! Yes, you mean the herbology teacher." Emmy verbalized.

"Herbology...?" Fred said in disgust, "Charms maybe I could guess but herbology?!"

"You knew her?" Emmy asked with interest.

"Of course I did. Her and Harry participated in the Goblet of Fire!" Fred exclaimed.

"The-- Goblet of Fire?" Emmy said with confusion. Fred's face was now the blank one.

"Right, American." He muttered.

"What was that?" Emmy smirked.

"Nothing, just typical." Fred teased. Emmy rolled her eyes warmly. "Anyway, it's a wizard tournament. There are dragons, mermaids, secret mazes, things that would blow your mind!"

"Dragons and mermaids? That is a combination that I never thought I would hear in one sentence." She said with disbelief.

The carriage was quiet once-more. "So what subject do you teach?" He asked.

"Actually one that you're quite familiar with, Weasley."

"And what would that be?" He smiled.

"Potions." Emmy grinned.

"Potions!?"

[casualqueen]

Ethereal | Fred Weasley (ALL CHAPTERS ON MY PAGE) CHAPTER 1: ELENORA

Song: Satellite by Harry Styles

"Elenora—" the voice was soft.

"5 more minutes, please!" Emmy pleaded, moving her pillow over her sun-warmed face.

Hilly just smiled looking out the window at the passing carriages. Today was supposed to be Emmy's first day at Hogwarts.

She'd been living with her Aunt Hilly for some time after the wizarding war and was only just now beginning to make headway as a professor at the renowned Hogwarts School of Witchcraft Craft and Wizardry.

Emmy had already taught previously at Illvermony and the Beauxbatons Academy of Magic— she feared the highlands of Scotland may be a far cry from what she was used to. She eventually turned over to her alarm clock before grabbing her wand and opening the curtains to her room with a single flick.

She smelt Hilly's warm cooking coming from the kitchen and practically fell over her slippers trying to make it down the stairs to the delectable smell.

"Ready for your first day then?" Aunt Hilly's Scottish accent was unmistakable and the single most adorable thing anyone could ever get the chance to hear.

Aunt Hilly's sweet blonde curls practically beamed alongside her bright encouraging smile.

"You must know I can't wait!" Emmy grinned.

Emmy of course had her own fears but knowing that she would be helping a new set of students put her mind right at ease.

Suddenly there was a loud peck at the window. Keaton— Aunt Hilly's sweet new owl was practically scraping to get in.

Emmy opened the window slightly before unclipping the post from his feet and feeding him in thanks.

Emmy passed off the mail without further thought to Hilly before sitting down to complete her breakfast.

Emmy's eyes were heavy. 'Tired as usual' she sighed to herself.

Hilly placed her glasses on before opening The Daily Prophet and sipping her cup of tea. It was quiet for a moment between the two, only the cauldron across the way could be heard lightly simmering one of Emmy's long-term potion experiments.

Emmy noticed Hilly begin to sit up in her chair slightly reading along the post.

"Am I reading this right?" She laughed. "Merlin! It is true!"

Hilly stood up immediately, slapping the paper down in front of Emmy who was fully ready for a twenty minute rant about wizard politics at any moment.

"What is it now?" Emmy asked through bites of food.

"Fred Weasley, thought to be dead during the wizarding war was recently spotted with his brother and co-founder of Weasleys' Wizard Wheezes, George Weasley!" Hilly remarked.

"Huh?" Emmy asked. "Who is that?"

"Oh you-- Americans!" Hilly scoffed. Emmy slightly rolled her eyes at the comment. "Emmy, they fought against Voldemort for us! And now it appears that Fred was asked to teach potions this year."

Emmy's eyes suddenly flew open. "At Hogwarts?"

"At Hogwarts." Hilly nodded. "Now you must fill me in on all of the details Emmy— I don't want to miss a single—"

Emmy started tuning her out sinking further into her chair. Now she was gonna have to report to Hilly about every move he makes and what color tie he has and if he can really belch his ABC's... something Emmy really didn't want to be apart of. 'Why wasn't she told she would have an assistant this year before the new school year?' She pondered.

Truly Emmy was quite shy, especially as a former Pukwudgie of Illvermorny.

Potions was the one thing that Emmy could bury her head into and forget about everyone and everything for just a moment. A healer, an apothecary, an artist... the idea of a zombie-boy wandering her classroom put her at unease. Emmy shivered at the thought. 'Was there dark magic at play?'

Emmy headed back up to her room before getting dressed for the day. A red ribbon tied around her neck and a cute red bow in the back of her brown hair.

'Was this giving Kiki's Delivery service? Maybe just a little?' Emmy thought, biting her finger at herself in the mirror.

But it was so cute, how could she not?

Quickly readying her bags and her blazer she stepped into her chimney and immediately thought of the staff lounge, "Platform 9 and 3/4 please!" She remarked aloud.

And away she went in a cloud of smoke.

[thespideysoldier]

Me when I see an evil character with a soft side and a troubled past:

[kingjinxii]

When Sebastian steps out of his room

[pinkcori]

Cori’s Adventures in Seducing an Emo Nerd Part 4

Parts: (1) (2) (3) (x) (5) (6) (7)

[nevereverlandboys]

Who can relate?

[casualqueen]

I give you digital artists so much credit. This was my first ever attempt and it looks like pure trash, looks like I will be sticking to normal pencil and paper art! 

[nanamisbabymama1]

me : yeah I like anime 

any uncultured 12 year old : oh so yOU liKe

HENTAI