she nearly rolled her eyes as the girl continued with her questioning, having hoped she’d give up as soon as she revealed the cat had run off. “yes, yes. ginger with little white paws.” rita let out a thoughtful hum, eyebrows furrowing together as she tried to search her sleep-rattled mind for which direction the animal could’ve gone. “i think he went left. he didn’t seem to be in too much of a hurry.” she waited for a beat, and then, “shall i help you search? two eyes are better than one.”
there was an inkling of a thought in the back of her mind that made her hesitate before accepting the other’s offered help. did she really want to help? or was a simple polite offer meant to be declined? she hardly looked in the mood and she had spooked him only moments before. but she was also right, two eyes are better than one. emmy’s head tilted to the side ever so slightly as her eyes flickered over the other’s features. “are you sure you wouldn’t mind lending another pair of eyes? it would be helpful but—if you have somewhere else to be.”
with a faint sigh and a fluttering heart , the puff dreamily watches today’s prospect from afar . he’s a ravenclaw ; of average height , his face decorated in freckles and head tousled with strawberry - blond hair . the staircase beneath her begins to stray away , she pouts in petulance for only the slightest moment . “ he’s quite handsome , isn’t he ? “ she chirps , her words directed to no one in particular .
fingers brushed at the hair tickling her cheek as a huffed breath escaped her. apparently she hadn’t been listening to a word she’d been saying. maybe they’d been bordering on unimportant, but still. though instead of dwelling on the feeling bubbling in her chest, emmy’s eyes turned to focus upon what was actually capturing innamorata’s attention. her her nose scrunched up ever so slightly as eyes settled upon a ravenclaw boy. the freckles dotted across his nose were endearing but she couldn’t say he was that handsome— at least not in her sense of the world handsome. “ mmmm. ” she started as her head tilted to the side. “ he’s got something — i will admit that. but you know, looks aren’t everything. personality is really the only teller. which you’re not going to be able to tell by staring at him. ”
“ i don’t know , should we tell her ? ” her piercing turquoise eyes concentrated on the ball sitting at her feet , as it had for some days now . the damned thing had crept into the dungeon late one night . a couple of eleventh years had been itching to try a new hex on it , but years of tolerating it had jogged her memory in time to claim the poor thing . had she not , well , there would be nothing left to tell emmy except a sad story . but now was the problem of how to return it . if she invited emmy into the dungeon - - - a hufflepuff - - - things would turn out worse for her than the cat . and she wasn’t a fan of strolling around these corridors with a squirming , shedding animal .
then there was that , a friendship that slipped through the cracks by mere prejudice . she had no one to blame but herself , really . well , herself and death threats from the mouth of her dear , sweet mother . but since redeeming herself with the order , eleanora felt there were things to be taken into account , one of them being those that deserved an apology . what better way than returning a lost possession ? color her determined , as she donned her immaculate uniform and stole out the door , backtracking only to cast a steely glare at the cat stretching along her silk sheets . “ stay where you are . i can’t promise everyone’s as cordial as me . ”
- - - fate works in funny ways sometimes . here she was , requesting the one thing that only she could provide . “ get out of my way , badger , ” eleanora snapped , making sure that as her shoulder rammed into the other’s , their hands met briefly , planting a note flawlessly into hers and sauntering away .
owlery now.
there should have not been a single ounce of surprise within the brunette. why would she of all people be willing to help after all? she’d after all had so easily discarded her like a piece of paper meant from the rubbish even after years of what she’d thought was friendship. maybe if there had been an attempt — emmy would be able to understand. but it was if one day emmy was considered a friend and the next ? emmy who ? emmy had lost many people she considered a friend after the sorting house had exclaimed ‘ hufflepuff ! ’ clear and true, but she’d never been able to understand how it had been so easy for eleonora to act if they weren’t once close.
but still the clipped shoulder and brush off not only caused her to lose her footing, but also a crease to form between her brows. maybe she could have allowed her eyes to turn to focus upon eleonora’s receding figure, but emmy stayed frozen. her eyes glued to the ground just a few inches from the tips of her toes. always just a badger.
it took her a few minutes to finally process the edges of paper that brushed against her palm and though the clipped shoulder and snapped words had shocked her. a piece of paper brought more shock than anything else. slowly, her fingers unfolded the paper to reveal the two words.
owlery now.
fingers tightened around the paper, crumpling it easily, as finally she turned. searching for any sign of the old friend, but all that remained of her was the piece of paper. emmy had no clue what it was entailing to and half of her wasn’t even sure she should venture up to the owlery. not only because she didn’t know what was waiting for her, but also because she didn’t owe eleonora anything. however, there was no denying there was a pull. an urge to find out what she wanted after all of these years; and before emmy could second guess her decision, her feet had started off down the hall.
slowly, emmy took step by step up to the owlery. carefully attuning her ears to any hint of human sounds coming from within. but as she neared, only the hooting of owls and the beating of disembarking owl’s wings greeted her. clearing her throat, she spoke as she poked her head through the entrance.
peter knew he needed to start paying more attention to his surroundings while roaming the castle. case in point, after skipping the corridors he was meant to make a turn on several times that day, he also bumped into emmy devereux as she came to a sudden halt in front of him. peter lost his balance for a moment, but was quick to regain it before collapsing on the ground ( that would have been so embarrassing ). he made sure all his belonging where still on his arm.
‘ crap i’m so sorry for that. you okay, right? ’ with a shrug of his shoulder, he readjusted a book that threatened to fall. despite her friendly smile, emmy looked rather frantic, as she fidgeted with her sleeve. ‘ what is it with cats and always running away? i could never understand them. ’ they didn’t seem to understand him either, he thought, even though he’d spend hours and hours of playing chase with them as a rat. hell, he even entertained the idea of having played with tiberius as well, but that was a story for another time. ‘ uh, i’ve heard that they fancy observing and hissing at the owls in the owlery. have you checked there? i’m, ’ he recovered a letter from his back pocket and held it up, ‘ actually going there myself. ’
hands rose quickly in aid towards the other just in case some of the other’s belongings were jostled out from his arms or, god forbid, he was the one to end up on the floor. not that emmy imagined she’d be much help if he had started to collapse—she’d most likely end up down there along with him. she should really be a little bit more careful. but as books settled calmly in arms once more, there really was no harm done, right? that however, didn’t stop her from waving off the other’s offer of apology with a flick of her wrist. ‘ me? i’m fine. you’re the one that would have ended up on the ground covered in books. i should be the sorry one—which i am. ’
rambling words of apology were halted however as the offer of the owlery as a possible place to locate a certain ginger cat was given. why hadn’t she thought of that? it seemed like such an obvious place to look as soon as it had left peter’s mouth but alas, she’d never once thought about it. her lips parted as her eyes drifted in the vague direction of the owlery, ‘ of course! talk about obvious. ’ the words were muttered under breath before eyes lightened as they focused back upon peter, ‘ if it’s not too much trouble, would you mind checking for him? or— ’ words hesitated for a moment. the last thing she wanted to do was trail along behind him in case he wanted a little peace, but if he was up there—she didn’t want to risk him disappearing once more leaving her back where she started. ‘ if you don’t mind, is it alright if i tag along with you? four eyes are better than two after all. ’
ANNOYANCE WAS PAINTED CLEARLY over darkened features as delicate hands ( though weathered from quidditch ) went up to cross over her chest . emma did not take lightly to students getting in her way , let alone bothering her with trivial problems such as a house pet . ❛ please tell me you aren’t serious ? have you not trained it to behave ? ❜ there was a scoff that fell off her lips . yes , she was judging . emma vanity was as arrogant as they came especially in the public eye . she couldn’t risk her housemates thinking she went soft , now could she ? the answer was no . giving the hufflepuff a quick look over , disgust being forced through ink hues , emma shook her head . she didn’t enjoy being cruel , but appearances were appearances . ❛ seriously ‘puff , can you be any less daft ? ❜
IT WAS A FEAT, TO SAY THE LEAST, to keep the soft smile upon her lips from faltering at the words that spilled from between the dark haired girl’s lips. harsh words paired with darkened eyes were not something emmy was new to. but no matter how accustomed to it she was, it was never easy to try and ignore the disdain that was evident upon another’s features; and though the curve of her lips did not falter, a tightness appeared in the corner of her lips as her hands fell to her sides. nails digging into the skin of her palms. ❛ i don’t know if you’ve ever attempted to train a cat, emma, but it’s a little tricky. doable but tricky. ❜ she was careful to keep her words light as she took in a small breath. ❛they have quite a mind of their own after all.❜ the main reason why she loved the furry little creatures the most, at least out of the more muggle friendly category. ❛ he’s usually quite well mannered though. ❜ it’s probably exactly why you haven’t stumbled upon him. the words wanted to escape from her lips, but instead she gestured vaguely down the hall, ❛ safe to assume he’s not down there then. ❜
it had been a dreadful morning ; rita could feel bags under her eyes start to form from the terrible sleep she’d had. she staggered through the halls like an undead creature, slightly hunched forward & eyes droopy. it’s like this, at her most pathetic, leaning against a wall with her eyes closed & about to take a nap right there when the creature sets its sights upon her — she hears a quiet meow, eyes opening to see a ginger cat staring at her. she hisses at it & the thing leaves, frightened, while rita is content to have the hall all to herself again.
and then the girl appears only a few minutes later, far too loud for whatever hour it was. she was about to tell her off when the mention of the cat made her pause. “why, a little kitten did try to disturb my morning rest.” she hummed. “but i scared it off. no idea where its run off to now.”
odd. it was the first word to spring to mind as the other spoke. how odd it was that one would chose to spook an animal rather than attempt to lure it closer—not that she imagined tibers needed much luring, the cat could attach itself to anyone that would have him. but that was hardly the point. she’d never understand some people’s dislike for animal kind.
emmy’s lips parted as her eyes diverted from the dark haired girl to flicker over the otherwise empty hall, attempting to spot the creature in question. he couldn’t be too far could he? turning her attention back to rita, her weight shifted between feet. “ was it a ginger ? with little white paws ? you wouldn’t have any clue in which direction he ran ? left ? right ? ”
he was always there. he was always curled up upon one of the cushions bathed in the morning sun whenever emmy finally managed to drag herself out of bed. but as her eyes had settled upon the cushion it was empty. no ginger cat was found purring contently. maybe if it have been one time, emmy would have written it off but he hadn’t been there for the last few mornings. she knew he was most likely gallivanting around the castle—hogwarts was his favourite place after all—but she knew she wouldn’t stop fretting until she caught even a glimpse of ginger fur.
“ tibers—tibers——tibers. ” the repeated name fell from her lips as she moved down one of the many corridors. pausing at every bench to search underneath, but each time coming up empty. as she rose from her most recent crouched position, her fingers came to brush a strand of loose hair from her face as a huffed breath escaped her lips. “tiberius devereux, you’re going to have a strong talking to when i finally find you.” words were muttered under breath before she took a pause as a figure came into view. without even a second thought, she stepped in front of their path as they moved closer, “ excuse me! ”a soft smile spreading across her lips, as her hands pulled at the hem of her jumper’s sleeve. “ you haven’t seen a ginger cat around anywhere have you ? he’s been missing for a few days now and it’s getting a bit worrying. ”
* ╰ VICTORIA PEDRETTI┋have you met CLÉMENCE “EMMY” DEVEREUX ? she reminds me of a single star peeking through a cloudy sky, hesitant soft touches, a delicate golden pendant rested upon prominent collar bones, messy beds covered with half read books, windswept daisies dotted throughout a green meadow, soft velvet bows securing wild hair, stormy white capped seas, internal battles that seem never ending & smiles hidden behind fingers. a twenty year old ninth year hufflepuff, the intangible concept is known to be compassionate & observant, yet skeptical & reticent. that explains why they’re majoring in care of magical creatures. rumour has it, emmy is siding with the neutrals in the solemn war that blazes just beyond the horizon.
hey, hi, hello!!! i’m bronny, i’m 22 and from new zealand ( probably one of the worst timezones but ) and i’m so excited to be here?? i’ve missed playing my daughter emmy (also goes by clém but it’s mostly her family that calls her that, they ain’t a fan of the name emmy ) and i’m so happy to be here and writing her again!!!
anyway, you’re probably not here to listen to me rambling. you’re here for my smol slytherin turned hufflepuff kiddo. i won’t list everything here though because i have a full about page for her here with a bio up ( RIGHT HERE ) that has everything you need to know about her and even though it’s long it’ll really help you understand her!!
extras: this edit is really all that matters!!! there’s also a spotify playlist but you may need to @ me for that if you want to hear it bc i’m pretty sure last time i linked it on tumblr i got hacked, rip.
BUT I’LL GIVE YOU A LITTLE INSIGHT INTO HER PERSONALITY RIGHT HERE, RIGHT NOW:
basically she appears to be a very optimistic and positive and lowkey just like a lil ray of sunshine and for the most part it’s who she is?? only wants the best for people and tries her hardest to not judge no matter where the person comes from or who they are?? but underneath it all she’s actually quite a conflicted and lost person??
she’s grown up in a family that is somehow the complete opposite of her and even if she’s tried to keep a hold of who she is or at least who she wants to be, there’s no denying that there is a part of her that fits in with her family and it does come out every now and again bc listen….even if her parents love her, there’s no denying that they attempted to try and drag the more ‘slytherin’ side of her out more whenever they got the chance bc they can’t help but think she’s weak??
but when she’s upset or angry, the harder/darker side of her comes out?? she can almost do a 180 on her whole personality if something pushes her a little too far, like the light you can probably see in her features just switches off and she gets this darkness to her and will do and say whatever she needs to get herself out of the situation and she lowkey hates it. which is why she prefers to try and keep her emotions at bay the majority of time?? she kind of just needs to learn to figure out how to use that darker side of her for something good?? bc even though she feels as if she’s a true hufflepuff ( even if she still has her moments bc how can i be a hufflepuff when i have this darker side of me that would do anything to survive ), all her life she’s been brought up in a household full of slytherin’s and it’s all she’s known and quite a few of the most important people in her life are slytherin’s and all are death eaters/followers of voldemort and it pulls her bc…she’s loyal to a fault but she knows deep down she doesn’t agree with anything her family does but if she leaves them, it means she loses her family and she’s not sure if she’d be able to handle that??
basically voldemort rising and her family returning to his side makes it feel like her worst nightmare is coming true!!!! because she knows one day she’ll ended up having to decide between either the life she’d created for herself at hogwarts and abandon her family or chose her family and abandon her friends and possibly even who she truly is?? help her SHE’S JUST A TERRIFIED AND LOST KID, HELP HER BEFORE SHE DOES SOMETHING IDIOTIC ( someone just convince her to pick a side honestly ).
majoring in magizoology ( i’m just an idiot who put care of magical creatures instead of magizoology on her app ) which her parents aren’t the FONDEST of, they’d prefer if she was majoring in literally anything else and they haven’t been afraid of speaking their minds about it, but it was the first time she put her foot down for something she WANTED and she hasn’t been happier.
currently one of the neutrals but who knows what’s going to happen!!
WANTED CONNECTIONS:
any of the plots below can be expanded on or changed slightly!! so feel free to use them as a guide and we talk out any changes you’d possibly like to make!!
we come from the same side, i know you; it's always been the two of them. they were the shining light during the family gatherings and events growing up for emmy. they were the one person she could always count on no matter what and no matter how different they may appear at times they brought out the best in each other. the day emmy was sorted into hufflepuff, and them in slytherin, was something she'd been hoping and praying wouldn't happen—they were meant to be her rock and her theirs and as time went on, emmy always expected them to pull away from her like many had. but they never did. they'd always known she was different to many slytherins before they were even officially slytherins, nothing had changed for them and emmy couldn't be anymore grateful for them sticking by her side. losing them would have to be one of her worst nightmares, especially since danger has been brewing. they're the only person that truly knows her and she’d do anything for them no matter what. ( open to a slytherin )
offended that I walk the line; for all emmy’s life, they’ve been there by her side. maybe it was their families that first put them in front of each other but for the first 14 years of their lives they were deemed best friends. but the day emmy was sorted into hufflepuff was the day they began to lose each other. though emmy desperately tried to keep their friendship, it was impossible for them to wrap their heads around the fact emmy was a hufflepuff and beginning to show qualities they’d been taught to never display. with every passing year, emmy drifted further and further away from the life they were both meant to be mixed up in. it was obvious to them that emmy no longer held the same beliefs they and their families had and it’s a struggle for both of them to accept the fact that they no longer stand on the same side. ( open to a pureblood and/or slytherin )
to help me see myself clearer; meeting them was the first step in emmy slowly beginning to turn away from everything she knows. all her life she’d been taught to be one thing, act in a certain way. but meeting them made her rethink everything. they showed her that the way she was wired, the way she was different to her family, was okay. who she was, was okay. though in return, emmy showed them that the world wasn’t just black and white. she came from a world full of darkness but she still managed to let the light in. they both taught each other something they never thought was possible, nothing is straight forward. ( open to anyone but a slytherin )
so I wait at the gates of your fortress; they are the one person that showed her what it’s like to feel loved and truly cared about. they are the most important person in her life but emmy can’t even begin to think about getting them mixed up in the nightmare that is her family. she’s done everything in her power to keep them away from her family but as the threat and danger grows emmy wanted them nowhere near the world she may eventually be dragged into when the time comes to make a decision. after a year or so of dating, emmy broke things off. she left a lot of things unsaid and hardly gave them an explanation about why she was breaking up with them. all she gave them was a “it’s for the better, trust me, you deserve so much more than what I can give you,” as she left them standing by the great lake. but she couldn’t let them go completely, they’ve stayed friends but it’s almost impossible for them to be in the same room. it’s clear the two still love each other but emmy refuses to let them put themselves in the line of fire. ( open to anyone but a slytherin and/or a pureblood )
Emmy’s looser plot ideas can be found here!!
i’m all for plotting, so if you’re interested in any of the above plots or the looser plots on her connections page, just let me know by im-ing me ( i’m the worst, please don’t be afraid to do so, i’ll love you ) or giving this a little like!! i want to attempt to plot with you all!!! i also have discord, so if you’d rather plot there i’m up for that as well
i’m also in the process of developing another muse ( caoimhe “kiv” walsh , a northern irelander muggleborn, gryffindor order member ) but i’m making/waiting to see if anyone makes resources for the fc ( emma mackey ) i have in mind for her before i bring her on in officially!! if you’d like to know more about her...i....won’t pass up the chance to talk about my new emerging kid.
i think that’s enough rambling for now, i can’t wait to get started and write with you all and bring emmy to life again :’)
( p.s. i forgot to add, if anyone would rather plot on dis.cord, my # is bronny#0752 !! )
She apologized all the time, as if it was a habit; but you could see it in her eyes that she meant it. Every apology was sincere. She was sorry for the way the world worked. She was sorry for everything.
