Emma Vanity

"Just see how virtue repays you... you turn and someone betrays you. Betray him first and the game's reversed." EMMA VANITY 19 | Death Eater Junior Journalist

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Are we friends? || Barty & Emma

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bartemiuscrouchii‌:

Barty nodded and pressed his lips together in a hard line. “Maybe you should change as you look a bit too cutesy and it doesn’t suit you.” He takes another large gulp of his whiskey before throwing his robe over the back of the couch. Her apartment felt like home and he wasn’t afraid to be himself around her. 

“All the problems of the world,” he laughs looking at his bottle. “I think I’ll need a lot more for that.” He pauses, sitting on the couch and studying her for a few moments. “Is there anything you wanna drink to forget, Vanity?”

He scoffs in agreement. “I didn’t realise I had come to home of a true born shitfacer. No food it is then.”

Emma bit her lip and nodded.  She didn’t want to change, but she needed to be presentable at least, right?  “Right...” she replied slowly as she watched him make himself at home.  At least he was comfortable, right?

“A lady never spills her secrets.”  There were some things she did want to forget, but drinking sometimes made them worse.

“You’re the one who said he wanted to get shitfaced, I was simply stating how to get there faster,” she teased.  “Now excuse me.”  With that, she went to her bedroom to change into something a little more presentable.

Her flat was small, but homey in a way.  She had fresh flowers on the coffee table and a record player in the corner.  There was a small shelf of books and family photos off to the side.  

It took her a bit to return, but she was back in normal day clothes and she put on a bit of eye makeup and some lipstick.  Why did she want to impress him so much?  Why did it matter?  He was just Barty.  “You look... comfy.”  She meandered into the kitchen and grabbed her vodka and sat down across from him on the couch.

Raising the bottle she toasted.  “To getting shitfaced and forgetting how much everything sucks for a few hours.”  With that, she took a long swig.

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Are we friends? || Barty & Emma

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bartemiuscrouchii‌:

Barty studied her for a second but didn’t think much of seeing her in PJ’s everyone has a lazy day. “You look comfy,” he remarked as he stepped inside her apartment. He had felt so frustrated yet it was fading in her presence, something about her calmed him and made him less angry and annoyed. 

“Well, dear Emma it starts with drinking a whole bottle of scotch while we contemplate whether or not the world will end because I’m unemployed and a waste on the family funds,” he grabs a bottle from his robe pocket and takes a swig. 

“Have you been cooking again as it smells delicious in here?”

Emma watched him carefully before he spoke.  Her eyes went a bit wide.  “Shit, I... I’ll go change...”  It wasn’t so much as she felt uncomfortable as much as she always felt as though she needed to look perfect and presentable, especially in front of those of higher blood status than her.

Frowning,she led him over to the couch.  “Sit.  I’ll go get my vodka.  We will contemplate all the problems in the world while getting shitfaced.”

She offered him a small smile.  “I have.  There are some leftovers if you’d like, but that would slow down the process of getting drunk.”

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Are we friends? || Barty & Emma

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bartemiuscrouchii‌:

He didn’t know why he was apparating to her house, but it felt like the best place to be. He had had enough of his Dad moaning about when he will get a proper job and despite his Mum’s best efforts it had cause a catastrophic argument that resulted in several broken windows at the Crouch manor. He couldn’t help but feel pressed to follow his Dad’s footsteps in politics. He rasped on her door several times and waited. 

“Wanna get shitfaced?”

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Emma wasn’t expecting company.  It was rather late and she was already ready for bed.  In fact, since she hadn’t worked, she spent most of the day in pajamas, experimenting in her small kitchen.  The knock at the door was a bit alarming as she slowly went to look and see who it was.

A smile spread across her face when she noticed who it was.  The young woman shook her head and composed herself as she opened the door and ushered him in. “Hello to you too, Barty,” she teased.  It didn’t occur to her that she wasn’t wearing makeup.  While she didn’t wear much on a daily basis, it was still different.

“To what do I owe the pleasure of becoming, how do you put it, shitfaced, with you?”

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Stuffy robes || Barty & Open

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bartemiuscrouchii‌:

“What is the point of these things?” he mused, “other than showing how much money you have and how many elves you can cram into one kitchen.” 

Emma’s camera remained around her neck.  She was tasked not only with taking photos for the Malfoy soiree, but reporting on it as well.  It made her feel a bit awkward as she wanted to have fun, but it was a work event for her.

Spotting Barty, she made her way over to him and smiled.  “Can I quote you on that?” she teased.

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regulus-thelastheir-black‌:

“I’ll be taking that as a compliment.” Regulus smirked slightly. Talking, he found, was relatively nice. Though it helped that she wasn’t just anyone. At least he could relax a bit.

“Other than considering chucking myself out the window, I’d say it’s rather uneventful. Though the only other person I work with tends to drift off like today. I was able to escape early.” Regulus answered. “And you? Any new pieces I should be keeping an eye out for?”

Emma nodded.  “As you should,” she teased.

“Oh it can’t be that bad,” she mused.  “I mean, you’re getting paid to be bored.  I’d take it.”  She continued cutting up the vegetables before stirring the rice.  “Nothing of consequence.  You know they don’t give me any of the juicy stuff.”

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Home Cooked Meal

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bartemiuscrouchii‌:

“Elf’s can’t cook as good as you,” he smiled, studying her for a moment. He didn’t normally feel bad about getting angry but something about Emma’s reactions made him feel guilty, and he hated the feeling. 

“How have things been, with you?” He asked as sincere as he could. He didn’t normally give a fuck about other peoples emotions, but Emma was different. If someone upset her, he would gladly punch them.

Emma tried to smile a bit, pushing the thoughts of her angry grandfather and her squib brother out of her mind.  Not many people even knew that he existed, so why should she?  “You’re just saying that.”

“Okay, I guess,” she replied with a small shrug.  “Keeping as busy as I can.  Makes the weeks go fast.”  She wasn’t lying either.  Yes, she had a few evenings to herself, but other than that, she was writing, she was investigating, she was learning how to become a better cook.  “And you?  Keeping busy?”

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regulus-thelastheir-black‌:

“That or I’m a good guesser.” Regulus said. “I think I’ve got everything you need here unless we need to transfigure something.”

“First time with seafood?” He asked her after a moment once the rice was cooking.

“I like to think you’re smarter than you give yourself credit for,” she replied, not trying to be flirty even if it came across that way.

“No, I actually prefer seafood to any other sort of protein,” she explained as she put the rice on.  She turned to season and prepare the salmon, putting it in a pan skin side down to crisp it up a bit.  The sound of it crackling a bit in the butter made her smile. “It’s finnicky though.  But if I mess up, we can have sushi instead.”  She turned the oven on to get it pre-heated as went over to the sink and washed her hands.  

Next, she started chopping up the vegetables.  “So how are you on this fine evening?  Work wasn’t too boring I hope.”

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regulus-thelastheir-black‌:

“It probably would be.” He replied, moving to sit on top of the counter where he was sure he wouldn’t be in her way.

“I’m will to bet that it’s salmon.” Regulus mused after a moment. “Salmon or shrimp.” He leaned over slightly, turning on the overhead light so they could see better.

Emma glanced up at him as he perched on the counter.  “Hm, you’re a smart one, aren’t you?” she asked as she pulled out two salmon fillets, one for each of them.  

“Although shrimp are great.  They’re my favorite type of protein to be honest.”  She also pulled out some vegetables and rice.  “I make a mean salmon, at least I like to think so.”

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regulus-thelastheir-black‌:

Regulus had lead her into the kitchen, turning back to her. “Might be a tad dusty from lack of use, but I’m sure it’ll be more than enough for you to make.”

“Any chance you can give me a clue as to what you’ll be making?” He asked, looking over into the bag that she had brought along. Unfortunately there was nothing discernible he could try and use to figure it out. “Or would you rather I just blindfolded myself and guess that way.”

Emma nodded and looked around the kitchen.  Nerves settled inside of her.  What if she messed up?  “Thanks, Reg...”  She could do this.

“I can tell you, but where’s the fun in that?” she laughed.  “It’s seafood,” she hinted, but that was all that she said.  “Although blindfolding you sounds like an absolutely wonderful time,” she teased.  

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regulus-thelastheir-black‌:

“Surprise me.” He said after a moment. “I promise that whatever you make I will eat.” He then chuckled slightly. “And I think we both know I’ll tell if I like the taste or not.”

Emma nodded, her head already spinning.  “I’ll have to go to the store.  I have the perfect thing in mind.”  She was reeling in how excited she was; excited and scared.  She knew that Barty enjoyed her food, but sometimes she wondered if it was just because it was better than what his house elf could make.

The next night, at six on the dot, she arrived to meet Regulus, a grocery bag in hand.  "I do hope you have a working kitchen.”

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Home Cooked Meal

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bartemiuscrouchii‌:

Barty looked at her fists clenched. She knew him better than he knew himself sometimes, and he hated being predictable to people. He threw himself down into the chair and started digging at the mac and cheese, electing to ignore her comments. 

After a while of eating in silence, he felt calmer and turned towards Emma. “Did your parents refuse to eat this? They are missing out. Its good.”

Emma looked away as he clenched his fists and sat down next to her, eating in silence.  She knew that Barty always had a temper, but that didn’t mean that it didn’t scare her.  Her grandfather had quite the temper too; she could remember him losing it at her parents when her brother didn’t get a Hogwarts letter.

“Thanks Barty, that means a lot.”  It did, even though her voice was soft, it was genuine.  “They want to eat the house elf’s food for some reason.  Don’t ask me why.”

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regulus-thelastheir-black‌:

“I’ll have you know I make the best Minute Magic Pasta.” He quipped. 

“Tomorrow it is. My kitchen hasn’t gotten much use lately, so I suppose having a guest over would make it feel more useful.” He nodded slightly. “I’ll see you at 6?”

That got a genuine laugh out of Emma.  “I bet you do.”

“Six works,” she smiled.  “Anything you’d prefer?  Or I can surprise you, I just wouldn’t want to make you something you don’t actually... eat.”

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regulus-thelastheir-black‌:

“Never know unless you try.” He laughed slightly. “Food is food after all. 

“I might not be much of a chef, but I can be an excellent judge if you give me the chance.” Regulus continued on. “The best thing I might have made was pasta and that was purely with magic alone.”

The girl smiled as she looked away.  “Food is food, yes.  But not all food is good food,” she quipped back.  She used to eat what her house elf would make, and now she realized that her house elf couldn’t cook.  

“So tomorrow night then?  I can either make something and bring it to you, or make something at your place.  Maybe teach you a thing or two,” she teased.  “Everyone should at least know how to cook something other than Minute Magic Pasta.”

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Home Cooked Meal

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bartemiuscrouchii‌:

Barty peered at the dish, and nodded. “You are okay it sounds plenty for me,” he gestured for her to sit down at his kitchen table, as he rummaged for a fork through his various draws.  “Merlin, that elf never puts things in a logical place,” he started cursing under his breath as he banged draws and cupboards. Barty had a temper and not being able to find something always agitates it.  “I’m going to sink that elf alive,” he started banging the counter top, “if I ever find a fucking knife to do it with!”

Emma sat down slowly as he started rummaging through the drawers for a fork.  “Barty,” she stated slowly, his temper always scaring her ever so slightly.  “Barty, you need to breathe.  You’re getting upset over a bloody fork.”

Without much decorum, she pulls out her wand and mutters the summoning spell.  A fork came flying out of one of the drawers that Barty already looked in.  “Anger blinds you.”  Emotionally and physically sometimes.  

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mayazabini‌:

Maya rolls her eyes.

“You can cut the shit, alright? You lot have been hounding me for months since Mr. Burke died.”

She hopes dropping her own, unfortunate last name will remind this vaguely familiar girl who she is.

“You’re with the prophet, yeah? I’m willing to speak with you briefly. One time offer.”

Maya pulls out her bejewled snake cigarette case and watches as the snake comes to life and opens the lid. She pulls one out and lights one from the heat of her own hand. 

“You have five minutes.”

Emma knew that who she was.  She was Maya Zabini, someone that Emma actually looked up to quite a bit.  Yes, she was a bitch, but she achieved so much.

“I am with the Prophet, yes,” she mused quietly.  She was actually on her lunch, off the clock, trying to come up with her next great food creation.  But the moment she said she was willing to speak with her, her eyes went a bit wide.

No one had the opportunity to talk to Maya Zabini, and now she had no idea what to ask her.  “You’re very generous,” she replied.  “Thank you.”

“Um... would you mind if I used a Quick Notes Quill?”

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regulus-thelastheir-black‌:

“Somewhat.” Regulus replied, remembering all those nights he’d watch Kreacher make dinner. The house elf would snap his fingers and everything would go flying, neatly and make its way to the table. Occasionally, he’d even make him a snack if he was polite. 

“I don’t think you sound that bad just yet. If I’m lucky, you’ll have to let me try some.”

Emma chuckled.  “We’ll have to see, Mr. Black,” she teased lightly.  “I mean, if you’d like to try something, I can attempt to come up with something for you.”  She had been experimenting since she did that piece nearly three months prior.  She even started working a couple nights a week just watching and learning.  

“I’m not quite sure if it’ll live up to your high standards though.”

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narcissa-bm‌:

Narcissa snags the spot before anyone else can. It’s easily the best spot in the whole shop, and she won’t settle when the best is available to her. Once Emma joins her she smiles pleasantly. “So, cookbooks. Have you also taken up cooking?” Narcissa can’t imagine cooking. She’s gotten pretty good at hounding the elves and learning by exposure, but why would she cook when the elves are there to do it for her? Perhaps it’s just a difference in how they’ve been raised. Narcissa would rather fill her time with other hobbies. 

Emma nodded. “It’s oddly relaxing for me,” she admitted.  “Plus, my house elf can’t really cook that well.  Her food is edible, but that’s about it.  After a Prophet assignment to shadow a world-renown magical chef, she was hooked.  It was something that she honestly enjoyed doing.  Yes, she was mostly teaching herself, but she thought she was doing a decent job.

“What have you been doing?  Other than being perfect?”  She meant it in a good way.