* I'M COMING FOR THE TITLE !

* twenty-one year old quidditch legend, but you can call me emma. EMMA m. VANITY. captain of puddlemere united.

[petrorhagia]

[cptnvanity]

momxntomori:

          eyes open groggily, heavily shadowed by dark circles that crowd underneath them. his back aches as he sits up, emma’s voice catching his ear and pulling him from sleep. ugh. “i must have rolled off the sofa,” shoulders hitch in a shrug and he makes to stand. a hand rubs the back of his neck in an effort to wipe away the crick there. he’s an uneasy sleeper. always has been. either kept awake until the sun had begun to rise or plagued by dreams that keep him tossing and turning. regulus has woken up on his own bedroom floor multiple times despite the large bed there. “sorry, i came in early this morning,” he pauses before following her into the kitchen and picking a spot on the counter to lean against while scrubbing absently at his eyes, not quite awake yet. “walburga found out i helped sirius at the attack. needless to say she was not pleased.” there is an exhausted sort of bite to the words, her name acidic in his mouth. his chest still aches with the stinging jinxes she had thrown at him.

      “ i guessed that much. ” emma’s lips quirked up with just the ghost of a smile, rummaging through her cupboards for something for herself and her guest. she managed to grab hold of a jar of jam, probably stuffed there by her mother or her aunt because she doesn’t even know what the inside of a grocery store looks like nowadays, and turned around to the sound of regulus’ voice. now able to have a good look at him, emma noted the tiredness in his features and the darkness around his still sleep soaked eyes; it didn’t take a genius to gather that he had been in the throes of an immensely difficult time. “ don’t apologize; i told you how to unlock the abundance of charmed locks at my apartment, for merlin’s sake -- the door’s always open. ” as he recounted the recent events in his life, emma’s hand tightened around the jar in hand -- she always hated that blasted woman, just through mentions and by extension as a friend. “ are you -- are you alright? did you get hurt? ” the questions serve a dual purpose as inquiry ( mostly ) for the attack, but also concern laced in her tone for his own more personal wellbeing. 

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cnimagus:

     The aftermath of Merlin Day has left Minerva nothing short of tired. She was overworked, stressed, grieving — she couldn’t even begin to list all things she had done and all she yet had to finish. Talk to parents who had lost their kid, talk to those who were worried they would lose their kid, teach her classes, talk to students who had lost a friend, a parent, a brother, a sister, a someone … the lest was endless. Checking up on her niece was another box to be checked, but it wasn’t one that was part of her work to do list, but of her personal one ( and that list was, as always, much shorter than her work one ).

     “I wouldn’t consider myself just anyone,” she said, giving Emma a bit of a smile. While she didn’t play for her team ( the magpies, of course ), she was very glad to see her niece flying on a pitch this grand. “I mean, I’m Emma Vanity’s aunt — that’s quite a status.” It was a joke, a rare one; her sense of humour was reserved for moments like these. “Hm, do you reckon they will stop badgering me if I send some pictures of you? That’d be unethical, of course, but they are quite annoying, and at this point … I’d do anything.”

       When she spotted her aunt across the pitch, Emma immediately dropped her broom and jogged over to greet her -- between both of their demanding schedules, she never seemed to find the time to visit, which was a shame in its own right. It was a breath of fresh air to see her, hear her voice; Minerva had easily been one of her favourite people growing up -- an inspiration of sorts -- and even during her schooling ( then, however, she would have never admitted to it thanks to inter-house rivalries and the revoking of house points ), Emma had always seen Minerva for exactly who she wanted to be: strong, steadfast, and a braver woman than anyone  could ever imagine.

    “ Well, tell them to sod off ! You’re good at that, especially with your scary professor voice. I sure can attest to it. ” Emma’s smile pulled wider and just a touch cheeky, but it’s all bark with no bite. She wrapped her aunt in a hug then, quick enough not to transfer her sweat and grime onto her robes but tight enough to convey thank Merlin you’re alright. “ It’s so nice to see you, auntie. I heard about the -- the attack. How have you been ? ”

[cptnvanity]

@momxntomori !

emma padded into her living room, eyes still half lidded with grogginess; practice last night had been brutal -- of course on her own insistence. any and all negative emotions she had, she channeled into her game; and the end result left her battered and sore. the sight of a stirring person on her living room floor was enough to wake her up with a little jump -- though, after taking a few minutes to process, emma breathed out a sigh of relief. her apartment, though a little desolate and seemingly enormous for one person, had served its purpose: a refuge, for one of her dearest friends.  “ shit, you scared me for a moment. the couch is more comfortable than the floor, by the way. ” she laughed it out, raking a hand through her hair as she skirted around regulus’ form to reach her kitchen. “ how long y’been here, reg ? i didn’t hear you come in last night. ”

[paulwelsey]

[cptnvanity]

@ronansavery ! 

the world as they knew it was falling through the cracks and emma vanity was getting a damned tattoo. however, the only thing that she let herself think of in that moment, was why in the hell did she not get one sooner. 

emma had been mulling over the prospect of a tattoo for what seemed like forever, and she’d been granted one too many ( drunken ) occasions to live out that image in her head of her, inked. but there never seemed to be the right time or place or person, to do it -- that, or she’d simply been putting it off indefinitely, under the guise of careful consideration and time constraints. BULLSHIT -- there's no time like the present, which is exactly what she had said leaving her flat that morning with a crumpled paper of the shop’s location ( courtesy of and recommended by her teammate, whose ink she’d been envious of for ages ) and a seemingly clear idea in her head of what she wanted. 

she walked into the shop and was immediately greeted by the startling, though not offending, arrangement and decoration of the place -- it was like walking into one of muggle london’s more exciting parts, to say the least. the face that greeted her, however, wasn’t one she had expected to see, or rather just barely recognized. “ so, this is where you’ve been hiding all this time ? ” she’d gone four years without speaking so much as a word to him and pushing him to the peripheral of her mind, surely she could keep her cool. maybe, she wished she would have asked the name of the tattoo artist, before she’d dropped in on a whim; but what’s done has been done, and she had never been one to back away. emma eyed him up and down -- he looked worlds away from the ronan avery she had once known. “ i’ve got something for you, if you’re up to task. i want a tattoo. ”

[cptnvanity]

TASK 002: MAGIC 

a look into emma’s profile as a witch ! 

talk a little about their wand (wood, core, anything else you want to add, maybe if it took them too long to get paired with the right one) Emma’s wand is a 9 inch long unyielding thing made of smooth holly, with dragon heartstring at its core. She proved to be quite a tough witch to match a wand with, so much so that it took two visits to the wand shop in order to pair her with one ! 

can they conjure a patronus? what about a corporeal patronus? even if they can’t, hypothetically, which form would it have? She cannot conjure a patronus, corporeal or otherwise. Although she exudes great amounts of positive energy, Emma is not nearly skilled enough with her wand work and not nearly as confident in her abilities ( !!! ) to be in a sound, focused state to channel such force & skill into a charm. Also, she doesn’t think she would ever need it. However, if she could ( or perhaps, with time and patience ), Emma’s patronus would be some kind of a large cat -- a tiger, perhaps ! Something fierce, bold, and tenacious as she is. 

what’s their boggart? TW: parental death, blood, gore  Her father’s corpse -- mangled and bloody, crying out to her.  * context ! It had been months since she last saw her father before his death -- they’d become somewhat estranged through the years, with Emma having become closer to her mother than him. She never got to say goodbye in person, and did not want to know the state they found him in in death -- was he tortured? maimed? like how her worst nightmare twisted him into? 

name three scents they’d pick up should they smell amortentia: - fine, authentic leather ( the kind used in expensive gear ) - the open country air, when fresh morning dew has yet to evaporate - fizzy, bubbling champagne 

which electives did they pick for their third year? Care of Magical Creatures & Muggle Studies ( for an easy pass, since in the summers & for the majority of her life before hogwarts, she practically lives as one ! ) ! 

were they a prefect? what about head boy/girl? neither ! emma was more focused on other extracurriculars that involved flying, while also spending much of her time actually getting in trouble by the prefects ! back at hogwarts, she was known to be immensely competitive with other houses’ players ( read: she got into fights ! ) and also threw the most illustrious and exciting parties. 

did they ever join the hogwarts quidditch team? hell yes -- starting second year all the way into her last, emma played as slytherin’s seeker ( alternate chaser when she more than willingly shared and eventually passed the mantle onto one regulus black ! ) and team captain. quidditch, was in fact, her life.

do they have a favorite professional quidditch team? do they even care about the sport? she plays professionally, so of course the bias is for her own -- and she’s damn proud of puddlemere. the harpies were a close second and she still has great respect and admiration for them. 

while at hogwarts, did they join any clubs? duelling club was of her interest and she ducked into a few meetings, but for the most part her heart and mind was fixated on quidditch! 

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lemonflint:

“ oh come on em, you know if ANYONE was looking for a photo here, it’d be you. i’m way more famous than you ! ” her smile was bright as she crossed the pitch, grass still wet with morning dew beneath her feet. “ especially now that i have this ! ” she lifted her right arm, wrapped up in bandages, sling tucked neatly against her chest. she’d been hit, during the attack, a stray curse had got her, left her with a few broken bones and open wounds, soon to be scars covered skin. she’d woken up to paparazzi, reporters screaming questions that she didn’t have the answers to — who did this ? did you see them ? 

“ now come over here and give me a hug, i don’t care if you’re sweaty ! ” she’d been so scared, earlier, thought she’d lost some of her friends, she’d been relieved to see them again, felt like she needed to let them all know how much they meant to her. “ thank merlin you couldn’t make it out ! i know you were bummed you’d miss our performance but oh i can’t imagine what would have happened if you had come. OH em i’m so glad you’re ok ! ”

       “ Well excuse me for being starstruck -- I tend to get fired up when I’m in the presence of a superstar ! ” She punctuated the mock-apology with a bubbling laugh, only to falter at the sight of the injured arm Flint was presenting to her. It crept up on her, in these little yet blatant ways ; no matter how good she had gotten at dodging the carnage of the war, it always managed to manifest in her life. Emma blinked twice, registering the casted arm of her friend’s, no doubt having been collateral damage in the attack. Without missing a beat, however, the wide grin came back to her features. 

       And she more than happily obliged to the hug, crossing the field in earnest to close the distance between them only to wrap the other in a tight ( or, as tight as the cast would allow ! ) embrace. “ Look at you, all mangled up ! That’s my job, Lem. Want me to sign your cast ? ” Emma’s grin only grew warmer, pulling away from the hug to get a good look. “ I’m glad you’re okay, but what happened ? How bad was it ? I -- I was supposed to go down there for a few, maybe at the near end of the celebrations to - I don’t know, keep a low profile ? But then there was a team meeting, and then I heard of the attack -- oh Merlin, what about your brother ? Is he alright ? ”

[cptnvanity]

bcharitable:

          charitys laughter only increases when emma laughs with a mouthful of champagne and she has to hide her mouth behind a hand. “oh, god. shut up, emma. you look lovely, even if you still act like you’re on the pitch.” there’s no bite to the words, giggles pealing from her voice as she shakes her head. fingers wrap around those of her friend and she gives a soft squeeze back. “please. thank you for inviting me. i never get invited to any of the fancy ministry parties, and the few i’ve been to were boring as hell. this is lovely.”

     “ Well, if you do have any fancy parties to attend, you’ll make sure to invite me, yeah ? Because I’ll bribe ‘em to bend the laws and give you a promotion with season tickets or something. Just say the word. ” Of course, it was a joke; but Emma wouldn’t put it past herself to use her fame to pull a few strings. Besides, there was an alarming amount of people who took to sports and other things, anything, to keep their minds off the war. “ I think it’s lovely too. Any chance to get all dressed up, no matter how horribly my feet hurt, is a good time. Even if I am -- we are -- mingling with the very same people who’ll want to knock me off my broom in a few nights. ”

[jessicahenwicksource]

Jessica Henwick for Marie Claire (July 2017)

[greelin]

cockiness is so attractive to me in a way and it’s so irritating. like it’s annoying. and it annoys me. but the kind of expression and body language that comes with it. the self-satisfied attitude. the smug comments. the eye rolling. the smirking. “come and get me” hand gestures during a fight. eyebrow raising with an air of superiority. it’s just like. fuck you. i’m annoyed right now. i am so annoyed right now. but oh my fuck i am also so very, very attracted right now

[cptnvanity]

bcharitable:

          “emma!” she hides a grin behind the lip of champagne flute, giggle on her lips as she brushes strand of honey-colored hair from her face. “didn’t he fall from his broom in his third game that season in that horrifically embarrassing jumble? cried on the green for half an hour over a twisted ankle?” charity nudges emma’s side slightly and takes a sip from her glass. “anyways, the wasps are dreadful.”

     “ Falling is a generous term, I think. It was more of a -- a catapulted crybaby incident. ” Emma muffled the snort behind her glass, ungracefully almost gurgling the expensive champagne. Of course, it gave her all the more reason to laugh. “ I’m terrible at being fancy, Charity. i’ve become a caveman since I hit the pitch for a living. You, on the other hand -- are the picture of sophisticated grace. ” She took the free hand from her hip and brought it to Charity’s, giving her friend’s a meaningful squeeze. “ Thank you for coming along for the ride. ” 

[cptnvanity]

     Emma dismounted from her broom with her usual flourish, boots kicking into the dirt with steady, practiced motions. Her hair was slick with sweat, even in the cold weather, and her heart was beating at a sped up pace -- exactly the way she liked it. She had heard of the news on the attack at the festival, one that she had to miss because of her fully booked schedule -- it was something of a nightmare, from what little information she’d gathered. She made a mental note to contact some of her friends, and perhaps her aunt about the gravity of the situation.       A flicker of surprise overcame her face upon recognizing a familiar one straight ahead; broom in hand, the captain sauntered over with a broad grin -- back to her usual self, of course. “ So they let just about anyone in before a game, huh ? I guess I ought to call for tighter security. ” It’s pure teasing, of course, as a hearty laugh followed soon after. Whether they were another one of her long list of old friends that she’d invited countless times during training hours or just an avid fan with backstage access, Emma welcomed the presence all the same. “ Don’t crowd me for a photo, now. I’m all gross -- though I think the prophet’s gossip column would love a shot of me in this state. ”

[cptnvanity]

@bcharitable​ ! 

      “ You see that bloke? ” Emma whispered in her very much practiced gossiping croon, a finger detaching itself from its hold on her champagne flute to point at a quidditch player across the room -- no shame, and he probably couldn’t even see them from where he stood. “ That’s Roy Keats -- Wasps beater, laughed at me when I got on the pitch on my first game in the leagues; called me princess like it was my name, and made sure to purposefully hit me throughout the game even when I stayed out of his way, ” Her face twisted in disdain that quickly fizzled away ( always a flair for the dramatic ! ), and turned so that she could flash Charity her signature triumphant grin. “ Sorry arse is now sitting at the bottom of the standings this season ! Fate works in mysterious ways, doesn’t it, Char ? ”

[cptnvanity]

* I’M LITTLE BUT I’M COMING FOR THE TITLE HELD BY EVERYONE WHO’S UP ! 

EMMA VANITY IS A NEUTRAL IN THE WAR, EVEN THOUGH HER OFFICIAL JOB IS AS A PROFESSIONAL QUIDDITCH PLAYER FOR PUDDLEMERE UNITED. THE TWENTY-ONE YEAR OLD HALFBLOOD IS KNOWN TO BE DRIVEN AND CHARISMATIC BUT ALSO RECKLESS AND TEMPERAMENTAL. SOME MIGHT LABEL THEM AS THE SPITFIRE. 

BASICS ! 

- emma mcgonagall vanity / 21 / she+her  - bisexual !  - former slytherin  - ENFP ( the champion ! ) - what’s wrong w/ being confident uh-huh 

DOB: march 27th 1959 

BEFORE HOGWARTS. 

* note: i applied with the hope to fill the wanted connection for our mcgonagall’s niece, so a lot of this is currently personal hc that is definitely subject to change as i plot with other characters!!

emma was born to robert mcgonagall jr. & esther vanity ( a muggle bartender, recreational singer and dancer ) as somewhat of an accident. they were seeing each other and were not really going down the serious route, but lo and behold, esther still fell pregnant and they welcomed a baby girl into the world. 

her parents got married upon the insistence of her grandfather ( robert sr ), but it didn’t last very long. before emma turned three, her parents split, and she went to live with her mother for most of her life. 

up until she started showing magical ability. a panicked esther came rushing into the mcgonagall property, demanding for answers as to why in the lord’s name was her toddler levitating in the air????? of course, robert had to come clean -- the magical gene hadn’t been skipped, after all. even so, esther insisted on being her daughter’s primary carer, though ensured that she would visit her paternal family often enough. 

she learned how to conceal and control her magic from her aunt, father, and uncle. emma went on to lead a normal life, attending primary school and living with her mother in an apartment a stone’s throw away from the town bar. 

emma was known to be a clever little girl, who always knew how to sweet talk the shopkeepers into giving her candy and pulled pranks on the boys who refused to let her play football with them ( which they did because she was very good at the sport ! ) 

POSSIBLE CONNECTIONS : family members ( minerva , etc ) & fellow halfbloods / muggleborns that she may have grew up with ( went to the same primary, neighbours, etc ??? )

AT HOGWARTS ! 

emma was sorted into slytherin, which was a bit of a shock ! perhaps she’d hoped for a gryffindor sorting, but she quickly earned her stripes.  * she preferred to use her mother’s maiden name ( vanity ! ) because 1.) it gave her an edge and 2.) she didn’t want to appear so starkly related to one of the professors, minerva mcgonagall ( her aunt ! )

not without hardship, of course. as a halfblood, emma stood out from the elite purebloods that her house was known for. because of this, emma worked extra hard to prove herself -- and that she did. 

small but mighty, she was ! -- emma shouldered her way into a quidditch tryout as soon as she was permitted to in second year. undermined at first because of her stature, emma made quick work of showing just how flexible, fast, and ferocious she could be on a broom. she made a for a perfect seeker. 

she held down this role until she graduated, earning the title of captain in her fourth year and onward. the team was her pride and absolute joy. on the pitch, she could command and lead.  * she was also known for being quite scrappy. emma is a notoriously fuming demon after tough losses.  * emma’s a flirt. a huge, huge flirt. she used it to her advantage when she could. once, she sweet talked & ego-stroked ravenclaw’s captain into telling her all about his best quidditch plays. no surprise, slytherin won the cup-winning game that year. 

emma was never the best in her studies. she tried her damnedest but she still struggled to get high marks -- it was a quidditch career or bust. 

in her seventh year, scouts from leagues came to watch her games. it was a thrilling experience, to be interviewed and photographed and even pined for -- offers from teams around the country cropped up soon enough. it was a difficult choice between the harpies and puddlemere, but it ultimately went to the latter. 

the war was frightening. it was undeniable. in an attempt to cope, emma simply chose to stay out of it, although at times it broke her heart and tensed the relationship between her and some friends & family. she focused her heart and soul in her game, the only thing she’s ever been good at (or so she thinks!).  POSSIBLE CONNECTIONS : house mates / team members / rivals / friends / old flames ! ( open to all houses / blood status ! )

POST - HOGWARTS TO PRESENT ! 

straight from graduation, she headed straight for training camp. it was intimidating, to say the least -- but she found her footing. emma played ( and still plays ) as the seeker for puddlemere united. 

she’s become something of a legend -- young, plucky, spitfire of a fresh face in the league, playing with the oldest and arguably most famous team, with the enormous weight of being their frontline seeker. she delivered, played hard -- and got injured in her first season. emma couldn’t play any of the championship games, and she was absolutely heartbroken. her recovery was spent at mungo’s and flitting between her mother’s place and the mcgonagall homes. but she bounced back, better than ever -- and even earned a captainship early last year. 

emma is absolutely delighted every time she’s interviewed on the topic of being an influence for young girls. because hell yes, they should play and do and say anything and everything they want !  POSSIBLE CONNECTIONS : fellow “stars” ( celebs / high society / athletes )  // fans ( !! ) // lovers ( wink )

CHARACTER DEATH CW 

just last year, her father died at the hands of deatheaters. it spiralled her world into such a deep, shocking sadness that she had to take time off the pitch to mourn. it made the war all the more real for her -- and she’s guilty for having chosen to turn a blind eye to it all this while. 

she informed her mother and they both spent a night weeping and talking about him -- wheresoever their marital problems were, esther could still admit about how charming of a man robert had been. when the sun came up and the tears dried, emma made quick work of lacing her mother’s home with protective charms and spells. the deatheaters couldn’t -- shouldnt -- know her location or even her significance, but emma was left shaken and couldn’t take any risks. 

she bottles up the grief ( perhaps it runs in the family ? ), keeps taking the hits on the field, chasing for gold. right now, she lives lavishly ( sharing the wealth with her family, of course ! ) but is quite a bit lonely.