Little Ravenclaw

Emma Lowell 18 years old Ravenclaw Muggleborn writer x reader

[neverfawl]

Dueler’s Practice

[neverfawl]

emmaxlowell:

Emma looked at the jar in the hands of her friend and she chuckled to see the girl happy. She looked at the feet of Taylor and shrugged. “Let’s not find out if it did fall off then.” She shrugged for a moment. “I have no idea what is on the agenda. I did have something in mind, but this weather is not quite helping me think at the moment. All my mind is yelling at me at the moment for a hot cop of chocolate.”

“Ok, well, my mind is hot on ideas.” Taylor smiled, her arms still clutched closely to her side. “I was thinking we could practice some more offensive spells since we’ve been focusing a lot on defensive lately, then sort of integrate them near the end of today.” Taylor set the jar on a tree stump and rubbed her hands together for more heat.

“You read my mind babe, we should go steal some after. Cider would be good too though.” She sat next to the jar and kicked some snow around. It was extremely cold, she wasn’t sure how long it would be until her fingers went numb and she couldn’t duel anymore.

[emmaxlowell]

Emma listened to the ideas of her friend and watched her place the jar on a tree stump. She better not forget that one because it was a present that she was quite happy with. She had thanked Tracey for it a few times already. "That sounds okay to me." Sometimes she was still struggling with some of the spells but these practises with Taylor made it easier for her. It was getting better and better.

"You can have the cider! I'll stick to the hot cocoa." Emma raised her eyebrows when Taylor suddenly sat down. "I know it is nice and warm next to the kat, but I don't think sitting down is such a good idea."

[oliverxrivers]

You’re Doing it Wrong

[oliverxrivers]

emmaxlowell:

“I’ve tried pencil, ball pen and even a quill but all looked even worse than what I’m doing here right now,” Emma said with a chuckle. Her expression changed however when he seemed to hesitate to answer her question. She softly bit her lower lip as he talked about his mother. Sure, she had heard as well what had happened to his parents, it had to be hard for him to return to a home with your parents gone. She had no idea how it felt and she didn’t want to know it either. “Well, looking at this… your mom was a damn good teacher.”

Emma took the paper that he gave to her. First she patted on the bench next to her as a sign that she should sit down next to her. That was going to be a lot easier if he was going to help her out. Then she tried again, this time using more of her arm instead of making the movement out of her wrist. The result was nothing compared to what he had drawn, but she clearly didn’t have the artistic genes that Oliver had.

“Yeah, there’s this particular brand and design I really love. I know that sounds stupid, because I thought it sounded stupid when my mom said it, but it’s true. Not all pens are created equal.” Oliver had a Brief recollection of that conversation but then cleared his throat. It was evident he’d made the air heavy, so now he had to clear it. The feeling only proved to him that Emma knew of what had happened. That was fine, most people knew. She didn’t say sorry or offer to talk about it, which he was grateful for. Every time someone brought it up, it set him back in his recovery because he was constantly bombarded with the reminders they were gone. He grinned up at her. “Yeah, she was.”

He took her invitation and sat next to her on the bench. When she took his advice he made a face. That was not what was supposed to happen. “Ok, so maybe that method is not for you.” He chuckled. “I’ve been doing this a while so-”

[emmaxlowell]

"It doesn't sound stupid. It is the same with writing. There are all kinds of paper to write on but there is this particular, very old looking kind of paper that is my favorite to use. So no, it doesn't sound stupid," Emma told him. She had exactly the same. She always went to the same story back at home and whenever she got in, they already knew what she was going to buy. She was getting predictable. The grin on his face was much better to see than the somewhat off expression he previously had. She simply wanted to tell him that he didn't have to talk about his parents if he didn't want to. She hated to see people sad.

Emma raised her eyebrows when he suddenly said that this wasn't the right method for her. She gave him a soft push at his words. "Hey, I'm trying this for the first time now," she said with a chuckle, showing that she wasn't really annoyed with him. She knew she was a bad one in drawing.

[oliverxrivers]

You’re Doing it Wrong

[oliverxrivers]

emmaxlowell:

Emma quickly shook her head when he started about a triple threat. “Definitely not. If I don’t use my wand, it is even more terrible than this is. Magic is the only way that it works a little bit,” she told him. She had tried to do it with a pencil before, but that definitely did not work. Then she had figured out that with her wand it was going much better, things got a bit more recognisable but it was still not good.

The next moment she got a surprise when Oliver walked around the table and crouched down next to her. She watched on while he drew and a small smile appeared on her lips. “That is much better than what I had… How did you learn to do that?” She asked him. She got her wand a bit better and looked again at the drawings that he had made. With the movements that he had made in the back of her mind, she redrew the hands she had been working on. Still not perfect but the ended up a little bit better. “It is at least a bit progress.”

“I’ve never drawn anything with a wand before.”  He admitted.  Even after everything, he was still completely open with people about experiences and skills. “Honestly, that sounds really hard. I prefer a ballpoint pen but-” He gestured to the castle they were in. “A quill works just fine.”

He swallowed before answering, looking at the paper and recreating the figures with ease as he answered.  “My whole mom’s side of the family are artists, as in professionally, except for her of course even if she was really good.  They’re painters mainly, but my uncle is a sculptor.  My mom taught me a lot about this stuff.”  Oliver almost didn’t answer her question, this was the first time he’d spoken about his parents to anyone else besides family since their death. “Yeah, it looks better.”  He praised, sliding the paper he had over to her, giving it to her as a practice sheet.  “Try using more of your whole arm instead of your wrist.  That way you won’t get all those slight ripples since you have more control.”

[emmaxlowell]

"I've tried pencil, ball pen and even a quill but all looked even worse than what I'm doing here right now," Emma said with a chuckle. Her expression changed however when he seemed to hesitate to answer her question. She softly bit her lower lip as he talked about his mother. Sure, she had heard as well what had happened to his parents, it had to be hard for him to return to a home with your parents gone. She had no idea how it felt and she didn't want to know it either. "Well, looking at this... your mom was a damn good teacher."

Emma took the paper that he gave to her. First she patted on the bench next to her as a sign that she should sit down next to her. That was going to be a lot easier if he was going to help her out. Then she tried again, this time using more of her arm instead of making the movement out of her wrist. The result was nothing compared to what he had drawn, but she clearly didn't have the artistic genes that Oliver had.

[oliverxrivers]

You’re Doing it Wrong

[oliverxrivers]

emmaxlowell:

Emma had figured out pretty quickly it was not a hard thing to be around Oliver. Often it was just enough to sit in silence, it was not necessary to say a word to make the situation comfortable, it was already. It was easy and she liked it.

It was exactly the same right now. They were seated in a somewhat secluded part of the library. She has pushed her books for Potions in front of her and they were left on the table without looking at them. For the past thirty minutes she had been focused on the writing pad in front of her. Instead of writing she was trying to get some realistic images on the paper with her wand.

It was Oliver’s voor that got her out of her concentration. She looked up from the doodles, directly at the boy next to her. “Oh… It often works easier for me to see the main characters of a story on paper. So I’m trying to draw them.”

Oliver’s eyes averted for a brief second to survey the stacks of books surrounding them. Not only did she have hers, but he brought all of his too. They’d nearly created their own little cubicle at the corner of the secluded table. People walking by probably thought they were doing drugs of something. But when they figured out who was behind the stacks, they’d know there was no way that would be true.

He narrowed his eyes, trying to discreetly spy on what she was talking about. He knew she could write, but he wasn’t aware she was good at the other forms of art as well. His mother had always been involved in the arts. She was a painter as well as a sketch artist. He’d learned it over the years, but could never amount to her level. So, this piqued Oliver’s interest. “So you’re a triple threat huh?” He lightly teased. “Magic, writing, and drawing?” When he finally got a good look at what she was working on, he noticed something, er, off. He grabbed a book and a stack of paper from his bag and made his way around the table to her side, holding his quill in his mouth. It was an artificial one so he wasn’t too grossed out.

Oliver crouched down beside her and quickly redrew some of the shapes she’d done. “When you’re drawing hands try starting from this point instead, that way doesn’t get too out of proportion.”

[emmaxlowell]

Emma quickly shook her head when he started about a triple threat. "Definitely not. If I don't use my wand, it is even more terrible than this is. Magic is the only way that it works a little bit," she told him. She had tried to do it with a pencil before, but that definitely did not work. Then she had figured out that with her wand it was going much better, things got a bit more recognisable but it was still not good.

The next moment she got a surprise when Oliver walked around the table and crouched down next to her. She watched on while he drew and a small smile appeared on her lips. "That is much better than what I had... How did you learn to do that?" She asked him. She got her wand a bit better and looked again at the drawings that he had made. With the movements that he had made in the back of her mind, she redrew the hands she had been working on. Still not perfect but the ended up a little bit better. "It is at least a bit progress."

[oliverxrivers]

You’re Doing it Wrong

Since the day on the bench, Oliver found himself more often than not in the company of Emma Lowell.  It wasn’t necessarily planned, but she was always around when he was in the common room or she’d pass him on the way to the library, even sit parallel to him in the corridors.  Oliver wasn’t sure if this was happening all of a sudden, or if he was only starting to notice it.  He figured it was probably the latter.  Most Ravenclaws tended to hang around Ravenclaws, and it was a smaller school in the scheme of things.  Recently, he wasn’t very aware of the people around him, only the people he wanted to be around like Orla, Dennis, and shockingly, Dorian. Everyone else was somewhat blurry, yet those three were clear and Emma was coming into focus.  She didn’t have an aggressive, obnoxious, or grinding personality, so how could he be rude to her?  

He really needed to stop that, being mean to people.  He knew it was wrong because his guilt was his own and not their burden or their fault, but he almost couldn’t help it.  He’d never been able to control his emotions, its just the ones he was used to setting free were positive.  It was good for Oliver to be around people he knew he wouldn’t lash out at, which was why he took Emma up on her offer to study.

He wasn’t really studying.  He was just sort of sitting there staring at the book; he was all studied out for the day.  Most of his time was spent playing song lyrics on repeat in his head.  Emma was trying to talk to him but he mainly responded in short answers.  He had somewhat of a headache (probably because he didn’t get much sleep…again) and popped some pills before turning to Emma.  She wasn’t studying either.  “What’s that?”

@emmaxlowell

[emmaxlowell]

Emma had figured out pretty quickly it was not a hard thing to be around Oliver. Often it was just enough to sit in silence, it was not necessary to say a word to make the situation comfortable, it was already. It was easy and she liked it.

It was exactly the same right now. They were seated in a somewhat secluded part of the library. She has pushed her books for Potions in front of her and they were left on the table without looking at them. For the past thirty minutes she had been focused on the writing pad in front of her. Instead of writing she was trying to get some realistic images on the paper with her wand.

It was Oliver's voor that got her out of her concentration. She looked up from the doodles, directly at the boy next to her. "Oh... It often works easier for me to see the main characters of a story on paper. So I'm trying to draw them."

[quotemadness]

I hope you find someone you can’t live without. I really do. And I hope you never have to know what it’s like to have to try and live without them.

Kiera Cass (via quotemadness)

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[emmaxlowell]

Emma during last year in Greece. Her grandparents thought she could use some distraction. Her grandfather captured this moment on camera.

[neverfawl]

Dueler’s Practice

[emmaxlowell]

neverfawl:

I really need to learn how to do that.  Taylor thought, holding the jar then rubbing her hands together.  Feeling the warm air on her skin instead of the chilled wind already began to make her feel warmer; all she needed now was a hot cup of hot chocolate and she’d be ready for a nap.

“Thanks, I’m feeling my toes defrost as we speak.”  She joked, moving her foot around.  “I’m not checking now, are you crazy?  I am not taking my shoes off outside.  Besides, if it did fall off, what is there to do about it really?  Might as well not waste time trying to untie these snow boots.”  She joked with a smile.  “So, what is on the agenda for today?”

Emma looked at the jar in the hands of her friend and she chuckled to see the girl happy. She looked at the feet of Taylor and shrugged. “Let’s not find out if it did fall off then.” She shrugged for a moment. “I have no idea what is on the agenda. I did have something in mind, but this weather is not quite helping me think at the moment. All my mind is yelling at me at the moment for a hot cop of chocolate.”

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[emmaxlowell]

traceydavxs:

Tracey was a little surprised to hear those words coming from Emma. She was almost so sure that Emma and Gregory’s relationship was pretty clear from the moment they started going to the Heroes’ Ball together. But maybe that might have changed since. As much as it tempted her to see through the other girl’s mind, get inside her head to know the running thoughts–she decided against it. Emma, despite what she or what others might think, well… she considered Emma a friend at most. And Tracey was never a one to read her friends’s thoughts, regardless of how tempting it may seem.

“Oh, chica, trust me. You do not want to know what the future holds. It’s some pretty terrifying stuff if you ask me.” Tracey scoffed a bit at that last part. Said the girl that couldn’t see her own ruddy future, which made it all the more worst for her. “How do you mean that you don’t really… know? I thought you two were like, together-together. Boyfriend and girlfriend, if you wanna put a label on that. Did something happen?”

“Is it true that you are able to look into the future?” Emma asked the other girl when said that she wouldn’t want to look into the future. Was it really that bad? Many people often said that it was not good to know what happened, what if you knew that something bad was going to happen? “We have never talked about that. I don’t know what Greg is to me at the moment. Nothing happened.” That was not quite true. They did kiss for the first time during New Year’s Eve, but she did not feel like sharing that. “It is just not really clear to me.”

[quotemadness]

Strange as it may seem, I still hope for the best, even though the best, like an interesting piece of mail, so rarely arrives, and even when it does it can be lost so easily.

Lemony Snicket (via quotemadness)

[oliverxrivers]

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Disagreements:

Who is more likely to raise their voice? Neither. They always work this out by talking.Who threatens to leave but never actually does? Emma.Who actually keeps their word and leaves? Neither. They don’t like to leave things unresolved.Who trashes the house? Rolf. He’s way too messy.Do either of them get physical? No.How often do they argue/disagree? Not often.Who is the first to apologise? Rolf. Even if it’s not his fault

Sex:

Who is on top? RolfWho is on the bottom? EmmaWho has the strangest desires? Neither, they are pretty average when it comes to that.Any kinks? bittingWho’s dominant in bed? Rolf, to everyone’s surprise.Is head ever in the equation? YesIf so, who is better at performing it? EmmaEver had sex in public? Never.Who moans the most? Emma.Who leaves the most marks? Emma.Who screams the loudest? Emma, but Rolf groans pretty loudly.Who is the more experienced of the two? EmmaDo they ‘fuck’ or ‘make love’? make love, mostlyRough or soft? softHow long do they usually last? a lot, there’s a lot of kisses and touches involved.Is protection used? alwaysDoes it ever get boring? not reallyWhere is the strangest place they’d have sex?the forest.

Family:

Do your muses plan on having children/or have children? NoIf so, how many children do your muses want/have? no.Who is the favorite parent? RolfWho is the authoritative parent? Emma.Who is more likely to allow the children to have a day off school? RolfWho lets the children indulge in sweets and junk food when the other isn’t around? RolfWho turns up to extra curricular activities to support their children? RolfWho goes to parent teacher interviews? RolfWho changes the diapers? Both.Who gets up in the middle of the night to feed the baby? EmmaWho spends the most time with the children? RolfWho packs their lunch boxes? Emma.Who gives their children ‘the talk’? Emma. Rolf’s a mess.Who cleans up after the kids? neither, they are supposed to clean their mess.Who worries the most? Rolf, always Rolf.Who are the children more likely to learn their first swear word from? Neither.

Affection:

Who likes to cuddle? Emma.Who is the little spoon? Both take turnsWho gets naughty in the most inappropriate of places? EmmaWho struggles to keep their hands to themself?  EmmaHow long can they cuddle until one becomes uncomfortable? Rolf is the first to get uncomfortable so I’d say half hour?Who gives the most kisses? Rolf.What is their favourite non-sexual activity? Stargazing outside.Where is their favourite place to cuddle? The couchWho is more likely to playfully grope the other? Emma to RolfHow often do they get time to themselves? They give each other their space.

Sleeping:

Who snores? EmmaIf both do, who snores the loudest?Do they share a bed or sleep separately? ShareIf they sleep together, do they cozy up together or lay far apart? lay next to each other but not too close.Who talks in their sleep? Neither.What do they wear to bed? Old t-shirts and shorts.Are either of your muses insomniacs? No.Can sleeping pills be found by the bedside? No.Do they wrap their limbs around each other or just lay side by side? Side by side.Who wakes up with bed hair? Rolf.Who wakes up first? Rolf.Who prepares breakfast in bed for the other? Emma to RolfWhat is their favourite sleeping position? Laying side by side, facing each other.Who hogs the sheets? RolfDo they set an alarm each night? No.Can a television be found in their bedroom? No.Who has nightmares? EmmaWho has ridiculous dreams? RolfWho sprawls out and takes up most of the bed? RolfWho makes the bed? BothWhat time is bed time? 10 o’clock.Any routines/rituals before bed? Not reallyWho’s the grumpiest when they wake up? Emma.

Work:

Who is the busiest? EmmaWho rakes in the highest income? EmmaAre any of your muses unemployed? No.Who takes the most sick days? Neither, both love work.Who is more likely to turn up late to work? RolfWho sucks up to their boss? RolfWhat are their jobs? Emma is a journalist, Rolf is a magizoologist.Who stresses the most? RolfDo your muses enjoy or despise their careers/occupations? Enjoy.Are your muses financially stable? Yes.

Home:

Who does the washing? EmmaWho takes out the trash? RolfWho does the ironing? EmmaWho does the cooking? EmmaWho is more likely to burn the house down just trying? RolfWho is messier? ROLFWho leaves the toilet roll empty? RolfWho leaves their dirty clothes on the floor? RolfWho forgets to flush the toilet? NeitherWho is the prankster around the house? The kids.Who loses the car keys when it comes time to go somewhere?RolfWho mows the lawn? Neither. They use magic for itWho answers the telephone? NeitherWho does the vacuuming? EmmaWho does the groceries? EmmaWho takes the longest to shower? EmmaWho spends the most time in the bathroom? Emma

Miscellaneous:

Is money a problem? NoHow many cars do they own? OneDo they own their home or do they rent? Own their homeDo they live near the coast or deep in the countryside? countrysideDo they live in the city or in the country? countryDo they enjoy their surroundings? they love itWhat’s their song? Your Song- Elton JohnWhat do they do when they’re away from each other? They write to each other but they enjoy their time alone.Where did they first meet? HogwartsHow did they first meet? They bumped into each other in the hallways during a quidditch gameWho spends the most money when out shopping? NeitherWho’s more likely to flash their assets? NeitherWho finds it amusing when the other trips over? EmmaAny mental issues? Not reallyWho’s terrified of bugs? EmmaWho kills the spiders around the house? EmmaTheir favourite place? The forest.Who pays the bills? BothDo they have any fears for their future? Their kids growing upWho’s more likely to surprise the other with a fancy dinner? RolfWho uses up all of the hot water?  EmmaWho’s the tallest? EmmaWho’s more likely to just randomly hop into the shower with the other? EmmaWho wanders around in their underwear? NeitherWho sings the loudest when singing along to the radio? RolfWhat do they tease each other about? about their passionsWho is more likely to cringe at the other’s fashion sense at times? RolfDo they have mutual friends? Yes.Who crushed first? RolfAny alcohol or substance related problems?NoWho is more likely to stumble home, drunk, at 3am? NeitherWho swears the most?Emma.

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[emmaxlowell]

rcmildavanc:

Romilda froze when she heard the voice of one of her peers, having not expected anyone to approach her. In many ways she was still considered a pariah. The girl who attempted to poison the boy who lived, a person to be avoided and ignored in the halls and in classes. All of which was fine with her, she detested being noticed or looked at, even before the whole drama with Harry Potter went down. 

…Which was why the last thing she wanted was to run into another person when she was feeling her worst. She quickly sat up, masking her pain the best she could. “I’m fine.” She responded curtly. 

Emma took in the girl in front of her who sat up right away when she had heard Emma’s voice. Even though she was trying her hardest to sound like she wasn’t in pain, it was not really working. It was clear that Romilda did not want to talk about it. “Are you sure? You don’t seem like you are fine.”

[emmaxlowell]

blcisezcbinii:

Was it weird for them to be talking? Not any weirder than for her to be talking to Greg, he supposed. Then again he had a rather nasty reputation following him. He folded the paper away to give her more attention. It was the least he could do.

“The way I see it, I’ve got about six more months to make a name for myself but with everything that has been going on, it’s damn near impossible to focus on Potions.” Honesty and loyalty were two things that Blaise valued the most. Where they stood now, he could only offer her the former.  

“Is it really that bad to not have a name for yourself yet when you are getting out of school?” You were only just starting. No one had a name whenever they came out of school. You were supposed to make a name when you got out of school. “I’m pretty sure that you’ll manage to get that name now or after school,” she said to him. Everybody started with no background and Blaise would be no different. 

“I’m sure you’ll be able to focus on Potions soon. Once all these things are over and the trials are behind us, everything will probably calm down.” And then they would also know if there would be less students at Hogwarts or not.

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[emmaxlowell]

Emma with her dog, Slobber, back at home.

[breathtakingqueens]

[emmaxlowell]

breathtakingqueens:

A lot of people have been saying ‘The 100’ reminds them of 'Lord Of The Flies,’ 'Lost’ and 'Battlestar Galactica,’ and all of those titles have been very successful and interesting to watch. Any time anyone refers to any of those great shows, I’m flattered. 

Emma during her holiday between her sixth and seventh year.

[oliverxrivers]

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[oliverxrivers]

emmaxlowell:

The girl simply nodded. “I couldn’t agree more. It is easier for people to look at grades because they are on paper. Someone’s behaviour is pretty hard to put on paper.” And if you even tried describing a person, you would often miss some characterisations. It was easier to create an own person when you were writing.

A smile was on Emma’s lips at Oliver’s joke. “Yeah, if I write about a Chimera and then send it to the Muggle publisher… I can be sure I end up in the Fantasy section of the shops. Although it can always help if I don’t know what to write anymore.” Luckily for her that didn’t happen a lot. It was the finishing part that was harder than expected. She still had a year at school so she had all the time to end it all. “I get you there. I tried to smuggle pens to school once but even before my first month was over, I had lost them all. For some reason I have this talent of always losing my pen.”

Emma shrugged for a moment. “I think it would be the younger generation. The ones that just start to read a bit longer stories.” More drawings than text. Drawings that were in the back of her note book, mostly made with her wand as she was pretty sure that using pencils for it would ruin it all.

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He nodded. “Yeah, I know education is important but just because you did well in school doesn’t mean you’re the most brilliant, and I think there are some professions that take that into account.” Oliver was one of those people who thought someone’s intelligence couldn’t be measured by a test or a class. H considered himself pretty smart and intuitive, even if he was average in the classroom. “Besides, I think character matters more than anything.”

“Spill the secrets of our world and the muggles take it as fantasy. What better way to hide than in plain sight?” Oliver shrugged. He knew what it felt like to lose artistic motivation. His mother’s side of the family were heavily involved in the art trade, so he learned sculpting on his own, pottery from his Mom, and watercolor painting from his aunt. Sometimes, when he was forcing himself, he couldn’t get a figure quite right. “I think everyone has a bad habit of losing pens. When I was in muggle primary school, I’d enter the year with 15 pencils and left with a two inch pencil I found on the ground halfway through the year.”

[emmaxlowell]

"There are many things that the professions need to take into account and I agree that that is one of them. You need to fit the team if you are going to work together for example." It was going to be interesting to get a job after Hogwarts. All Emma could hope for, was that her grades would be good enough to get in and that the people would accept her for who she was. "I'm sure that you will get in," she said eventually, going back to the part of the subject where they had started.

Hiding in plain sight sounded good to Emma. She had done it, in another country. She had hid at her grandparents, had worked all year and no one from back in England had found her. "I'm gonna take that on into account. Fantasy could always be an option." A chuckle left her lips. It was so recognisable when he talked about the pencils. "How would people react here if we would bring back a pen to Hogwarts who have never seen on?"