Blondie

Call me Emma. Or Em. Emmeline is just far too ridiculously formal, it makes me sound like a character from a romantic, turn-of-the-century novel. No thanks! I'm sixteen years old and a Ravenclaw. I'm also a chaser on the house team, and a halfblood... not that that should matter. Want to get a butterbeer and talk Transfiguration? Drop me an owl!

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But no living man am I! You look upon a woman. Éowyn I am, Éomund’s daughter. 

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[mar-macdonald]

Em! [hits her arm playfully and laughs] You are not going to corrupt my children. It’s bad enough that I had to give up those two being pregnant with them. [makes a face] I had to stick to carrot sticks.

[frowns slightly] How do you know? Sometimes things have a strange way of working out you know? Who is this…friend that you’re talking about? You seem like deep down, you really like him?

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[Dodges Mary's knuckles] Well, of course I am! I've got to be their favourite Aunty somehow, haven't I? [Frowns in sympathy] Only a couple of months left now! I'll personally deliver you a cocktail after you've, well, delivered.

[Flushes] Look, let's just stop talking about it. It's not going to happen, it's just a dream.

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[laughs] I hope so too. I wonder if they’ll have curls as well. I’m so excited you know! I can’t wait for these little ones to come out.

Well, it isn’t always easy dating a mature guy…[chews on her bottom lip] Do you have your eyes on anyone?

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Oooh curls! I love curls! [beams] I'm so excited too. I'm going to spoil these kiddie winks rotten... and I'll probably be the 'corrupting' Auntie, who sneaks them their first Firewhisky and cigarette.

Well, maybe. I just want things to be less complicated. [sighs heavily] There is someone, I'm confused about. But it's really not even worth mentioning, because he's just a friend. And it's too complicated and he'd never see me like that. And it won't ever happen. Which is why I'm turning to Ministry officials! Lets go up to London on the weekend, yes? Find me a dragon-hide suited man!

[mar-macdonald]

I wonder who’ll they take after you know? [rubs her tummy] I hope they have their father’s dimples.

[grins] Ministry officials? Really Emma?

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I hope you get one blondie at least. They've got to have a little of their auntie in them! [winks]

Sure! I mean... they're more mature, right? I'm so over school boys.

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The very things that make you live Are killing you

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[mar-macdonald]

[laughs and nods, grinning] Yeah, and I have a feeling that’s Andrew. He’s an active one. I guess he takes after me.

[raises eyebrows and smirks to herself, nudging playfully] Well, it was just a question….but are you? [chews on her bottom lip] I guess so, do you think it’s a good idea?

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[beams] I can't wait to meet them! Andrew's a seriously cute name, I'll call him Andy Pandy for short.

[snorts] No... jealous of what? [elaborates] I'm so over school boys. I need to meet some ministry officials or something!

[mar-macdonald]

Yes you are. [grins and takes her hand, placing it on her tummy] Can you feel that?

[raises her eyebrows] You sound…jealous.

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[lets Mary guide her hand and gently places it on the bump - and jumps slightly as she feels a definite kick] Oh my god, was that one of them?

Jealous? Why would I be jealous? [ruffles Mary's hair and quickly changes the topic] You can still get up on a broomstick, can't you? 

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[mar-macdonald]

It really does! [grins widely and sighs] It feels all so surreal you know?

[snigger] I was just…you know, asking. So do you?

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Definitely. I still can't believe I'm going to be an Auntie! [beams at her]

[stares at her shoes] Nope. Maybe ask James or another Gryffindor, or something? He'll be around. Probably with a girl, or something. I dunno. 

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And all becomes clear. Wish I could make you see this brightness. Don’t worry, all is well. All is so perfectly, damnably well. I understand now, that boundaries between noise and sound are conventions. All boundaries are conventions, waiting to be transcended. One may transcend any convention, if only one can first conceive of doing so. Moments like this, I can feel your heart beating as clearly as I feel my own, and I know that separation is an illusion. My life extends far beyond the limitations of me.

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