uror, non lucebunt

emmeline VANCE seventeen. slytherin. seeker. prefect. fond of the piano, the first snowfall of the season, red velvet cake, sugarquills, classical music, tea, and quidditch. i burn, i do not shine

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autumn/halloween sentence starters! 🍂🍁🎃

masterlist of autumn and halloween themed sentence starters! some are original, but most are collected from other posts.

​❝ i made pumpkin cookies! want to try one? ❞

❝ did you cut yourself carving the pumpkin? let me see it. ❞

❝ stay still i’m almost done with your costume. ❞

​❝ let’s paint pumpkins. ❞

❝ hurry up! we’re going to be late for the costume party! ❞

❝ help me decorate! ❞

​❝ let’s open some windows, okay? ❞

​❝ it’s starting to rain… ❞

​❝ bring a jacket! ❞

​❝ do we really need to go to a pumpkin patch? can’t we just buy one at the store? ❞

​❝ let’s go pick pumpkins! ❞

​❝ it’s chilly out here, you need a coat. take mine. ❞

​❝ you sound sick. are you sick? ❞

*sneeze* ​❝ sorry, allergies. ❞

​❝ wanna go out for halloween? ❞

​❝ looks like it’s time to rake the leaves… ❞

​❝ let’s go get hot chocolate then go for a walk. ❞

​❝ let’s go trick-or-treating! ❞

❝ let’s go jump in the leaves! ❞

​❝ come in here where it’s dry! ❞

​❝ it’s dark?! already?! ❞

​❝ ooh it’s chilly out. ❞

​❝ please, enough with the pumpkin spice. ❞

​❝ good morning. no, don’t get up, it’s raining, let’s stay in bed a little longer… ❞

❝ did you hear about the werewolf/vampire/witch roaming around this town on halloween night? ❞

❝ let’s go to the haunted house! oh, please, please, please, please?! ❞

❝ i don’t get scared. i’m practically fearless. ❞

❝ did you hear that? ❞

❝ we have to get out of here! ❞

❝ are you going to hide in my shoulder the whole time? or actually watch the movie? ❞

❝ i’m not going in a graveyard. ❞

❝ what did you get? ❞

❝ want to trade candy? ❞

❝ i got a rock. ❞

❝ don’t blame me! it was your idea to come in here! ❞

❝ what are you going as for halloween this year? ❞

❝ i just can’t wait for halloween! ❞

❝ you should totally buy that costume! ❞

❝ trick or treat! ❞

❝ happy halloween! ❞

❝ happy fall! ❞

❝ i wanna make sure that my jack-o-lantern is the best! ❞

❝ i’ll race you through the corn maze! ❞

❝ that guy in the gorilla costume has been following us for the past ten blocks. ❞

❝ aww come on! it was a prank! ❞

❝ please, please, PLEASE no scary movie marathon! ❞

❝ that wasn’t funny! ❞

❝ i keep tripping over my costume. ❞

❝ i’m not sure we should go down that street. ❞

❝ no fair! your costume is getting you more candy. ❞

❝ faster! we need to get to all of the houses! ❞

❝ forget being ‘too old’ to trick or treat. i’m doing this forever! ❞

❝ i don’t like these woods. ❞

❝ i just saw something! ❞

❝ look at that intestine cake! ❞

❝ i’m a real vampire. ❞

❝ do you think stuff really happens on halloween? like..supernatural stuff. ❞

❝ i made us matching costumes! ❞

❝ i think i just saw something move outside your window…is someone watching us? ❞

❝ you’re not going to make me carve this pumpkin all by myself, are you? ❞

❝ did you hear there’s a masquerade ball this halloween? let’s go! ❞

❝ you shouldn’t go out there! ❞

❝ s-scared? me? i’m not..scared. ❞

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To All the Boys I’ve Loved Before (2018) Directed by Susan Johnson

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rjupin‌:

pvdfcct‌:

[ TEXT; SIRIUS; SENT 01:40AM ] Really, Vance? These are your 1AM thoughts? [ TEXT; SIRIUS; SENT 01:40AM ] Did you try searching Google?

[ TEXT; SIRIUS; SENT 01:44AM ] I don’t ask people on dates platonically. Do you? I’m afraid to say, you’ve got a hot date.

[ TEXT; SIRIUS; SENT 01:45AM ] So, when’s the wedding?

You named the conversation “Emmeline Vance is Oblivious”.

[ TEXT; REMUS; SENT 01:45AM ] …….. Sturgis has ROMANTIC feelings for you he LIKES YOU. [ TEXT; REMUS; SENT 01:45AM ] Sirius. Don’t suggest she looks in Google. That’ll open more doors to more questions. Which, I don’t mind answering, but, this is ridiculous. [ TEXT; REMUS; SENT 01:45AM ] Sturgis gives you those puppy dog eyes all the time. Sirius would know, he really loves dogs, more than me, even.

You named the conversation “Go to Alice for Advice, Not These Two”. [ TEXT; EMMELINE; SENT 01:47AM ] Believe me, you’d hate to know my typical 1AM thoughts. I don’t think you could handle them.  [ TEXT; EMMELINE; SENT 01:47AM ] And I don’t Google. There are enough weird things to be seen in this castle, I don’t need more. [ TEXT; EMMELINE; SENT 01:48AM ] Sometimes dates are platonic - like when Remus and I make plans to watch Shrek or go to Honeydukes without you.  [ TEXT; EMMELINE; SENT 01:48AM ] Who said anything about Sturgis? Or a wedding? Well, other than the one where he’s marrying his broom. But honestly, could it not be anyone else I’m referring to? [ TEXT; EMMELINE; SENT 01:48AM ] I’m meant to tell you that’s happening over Christmas break, Remus.   

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In our mornings

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@rjupin @pvdfcct

You named the conversation “Friends are cheaper than therapy”. Today  1:20 AM [ TEXT; EMMELINE; SENT 01:25AM ] How do you know if plans for a "date" are platonic or otherwise? [ TEXT; EMMELINE; SENT 01:25AM ] Like if someone you’ve known for a while says something about convincing you they want to take you on a date, and then follows up by asking you to Hogsmeade with them. Is that just friends going to spend the day together, or am I going on a proper date?

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But I protect myself, I surround myself with books, their silence does not demand anything, they exist, they are alive, they are for anyone to open, unlike us human beings.

Bo Carpelan, tr. by David McDuff, from “Urwind,” published c. 1993 (via violentwavesofemotion)

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Truth or Dare (2018) Directed by Jeff Wadlow

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mckiinnvn‌:

“But then I wouldn’t be able to irritate you every chance I get and where’s the fun in that?” Marlene snickered. “I don’t know, convinced them you already knew everything you needed is what I assumed, plus I figured there’d be some happy potions eventually that would be of use, alas, nothing. That, and listening to Slughorn go on is pretty fabulous.” If not for Emmeline, Marlene would’ve been certain Horace was the best part about being a Slytherin, how he was one was beyond them most of the time. “What’s a good signal to use then? Jazz hands? Booty bops? I’m open to suggestions.” 

❝It’s only irritating when unexpected explosions ruin all the hard work I’ve put in,❞ Emmeline chided.  ❝If only, if only. But no, though that may have saved quite a few innocent plants.❞ And a few headaches, though that was neither here nor there. ❝You may be one of the only people I know who doesn’t mind listening to Slughorn drone on and on,❞ she gave them a look, knowing all too well how Marlene liked to use that time. ❝Booty bops?❞ Emmeline raised an eyebrow, an incredulous look plastered across her face. ❝Only you, Marlene, would think that a good signal. I’d suggest something a bit more subtle - unless you’re wanting to draw as much attention as you can and get yourself stopped.❞

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vcniity·:

“ Never quite thought about it that way, you’re right though, not to mention wasted opportunity.” Emma put effort into her own marks, sure, but that was never her main focus at Hogwarts, still, they kept high marks in almost all of her subjects throughout the years. Potions being the best of them, and the one she did strive in and enjoy, but her true self shone most when on the pitch. 

“ Sounds a lot safer than having Bellatrix slit my throat in the depth of the night,” Emma joked lightly, glad the rest of the house was either out or fast asleep. “ But so far, I’ve managed to avoid anything setting afire, so I’d like to believe I’m safe.” the witch murmured, shifting around in bed until she find a position of comfort. “ I’d advise against it, unless you want to find yourself glued to your device like the rest of the robots of Hogwarts, not that you seem the type to become glued to them.” She added. “ Maybe they will now, or perhaps the truth is they just really don’t give a damn about what happens to us.” Emma believed more so in the latter.

She couldn’t suppress the laugh that shook her body once. ❝They may not waste every opportunity, but I’ll give you that.❞ Emmeline, herself, had never questioned the motives of other academically. What had mattered most to her had been proving what she was capable of. ❝It’s funny, isn’t it? The weight people put on different aspects of their lives?❞ The way Emmeline focused on her studies, and the way Emma focused on Quidditch were just two prime examples.

❝You say that, but I, personally, would like to make it out of Hogwarts.❞ Regardless, Emmeline pulled a face, knowing full and well they couldn’t put it past the other girl. ❝Just because you’ve been lucky thus far doesn’t mean that luck won’t change.❞ She gestured toward the nightstand that sat between next to her bed. ❝You’re welcome to keep it there, y’know. The only other person who goes in there is Alice.❞ Emmeline slumped against her pillows, pulling a book from under them. ❝I don’t think we need to worry about my becoming addicted. You know, you may be right about that. The not caring what happens bit, that is. Still, I can’t imagine some parents would be too please to learn their children were injured due to their negligence.❞

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mckiinnvn·: 

“ I’ve come to learn it’s best to expect the worst of everyone, it leads to far fewer disappointments in life, I’d think you’d understand better than anyone.”  Marlene argued, a momentary frown slipping onto their features, quickly replaced by a snicker. “I’d rather chop my arm off before I allow that to happen, and you’d have to catch me first.” Marlene replied in a singy-song voice, something of a similar air to Peeves’ tunes, humming as the other spoke, disappointment etching their features. “ Remind me again, why are we friends? That should be requirement number one. I’m sure we can find some, somewhere, if not, I say it’s never too early for a sneak out.” 

Marlene looked disappointed as Emmeline didn’t break into laughter, despite expecting it. “ Would that not result in her getting shipped off to Azkaban? Surely, killing a student isn’t allowed in her job description, or is it? I wonder what she gets paid, given the amount of SHIT she has to put up with.” Marlene pondered, shaking their head. “I’ll figure out a way, somehow or just replace it with a better one. It was getting a bit old anyhow.” Marlene snickered, patting the Hufflepuff on the shoulder, “ This is what I call your lucky day, kind child, now off you are.” As Marlene shooed them away, a look of pure offense crossed their expression at the comparison, “ I’ll have you know, I’m in fact much better than Black and Potter, actually, without me, where would you find entertainment?” 

❝It’s certainly easier,❞ Emmeline muttered. She had to admit, Marlene was right on the money with that. ❝You think it wouldn’t be easy to catch you when you’re bleeding out, body slowly becoming riddled with anything and everything? By that point, you’d need more than the Wing. You’d need St. Mungo’s.❞ A smile crept across her face as she regarded them, eyes rolling at their tune. ❝We’re friends because you’d be lost without me. Who else is going to be your voice of reason?❞ At least, that was what Emmeline offered when sober. There was also the fact that they’d have likely been driven batty by the vast majority of their housemates. ❝'M sure you could find some somewhere. It’s not like you don’t know people.❞

Emmeline shrugged, sitting back as she watched them flit about. ❝I don’t know anything about her job description - it’s not as though she’s a staff member here. And who’s to say it would’ve killed you? For all we know, you’d have been rolled down some grassy hill somewhere in RURAL Scotland.❞ She raised an eyebrow at them, head tilting carefully. ❝Expecting to just pick one up in Hogsmeade, aye? I don’t think they’ll have quite what you’re looking for.❞ Emmeline watched as the younger student ran off, shaking her head. Their definition of lucky should come with its own book, explaining what they meant at any given moment. ❝Are you, now? I don’t know, you’re all right about h e r e,❞ she raised a hand level with the bridge of her nose. ❝You act as though there’s no fun to be had reading or knitting.❞

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It’s always exciting [to come to set]. You don’t need coffee!? (x)

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#looking good, babe.

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vcniity·:

Emma had kept to herself for the majority of her time at Hogwarts, especially the later years, preferring to keep her relations and connections to a minimal. It was easier that way, it kept her protected from the dangers that came with friendship and more, so alas, few knew the minor details of her and the thoughts that rang through her mind. “ I think there’s a few similarities between the two houses, more so than any other house combination, so it doesn’t surprise me much, that and I can see it.” Still, the witch did keep her tabs on other, always listening in on conversations and taking in any vital information for later. 

Finishing the level, Emma turned off her phone and slid it under her pillow, not trusting her dorm mates enough to keep it anywhere in the open. “ Just a crosswords game, easier than carrying around a big ole book or stacks of newspapers.” She admitted with a small shrug, sliding back against her bed frame. She never minded Emmeline, not nearly in comparison to some of the other personalities in the house, yet still, they very rarely interacted outside the necessity. “ I don’t blame you, there are certain downsides to those things, but so long as one knows their own limits…..I see no issue, at least until we have a report of someone falling off the astronomy tower to their death while trying to capture the perfect selfie…” 

❝Fair enough,❞ she admitted, having considered the similarities on her own before. ❝Intelligence without ambition is a bird without wings.❞ It was interesting, the number of students sorted into Ravenclaw who couldn’t care less about their marks. It wasn’t as though she hadn’t given thought to how different things would have been, had she been placed in Ravenclaw. Would she have been more open to others? Had a better relationship with her parents? Or would nothing have changed at all? Mentally, Emmeline had to shrug the thoughts away. It didn’t matter in the end - she was who she was and there was no changing any of it.

❝You may want to be careful doing that,❞ she pointed at the pillow, hand waving slightly. ❝The last thing you want is for your bed to catch fire because it overheats or something.❞ Emmeline wasn’t sure if that would definitely happen, but it was a possibility it could. ❝I don’t think I’ve anything like that on mine.❞ She couldn’t be sure, she wasn’t even sure WHERE her device was at this point. ❝That’s the problem - not everyone knows their limits and some of them have even less self control than they did in their first year. With the amount of stressed students come exam time, it’s a miracle they’ve not put charms in place to prevent that already. Or railings.❞

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ahlastor·:

❝Remus counted how many times I asked last year. Apparently, it was seven.❞ Alastor had already consumed too much coffee (for other people’s standards) that morning, but his flask was kept in his left robe pocket, and he unconsciously let his hand creep towards it. ❝Depends on how incompetent they really are. Could be today. Could be a week, could be a month.❞

She had to suppress a snort at the fact Remus had counted. It wasn’t surprising, given Alastor’s history, but that didn’t make it any less amusing. ❝I suppose it COULD be worse. You could not care at all, like most of the others.❞ Some saw it as an easy passing mark, having a new professor every year; she saw that as taking the easy way out. Emmeline’s eye caught his hand slowly moving toward his pocket and shook her head. ❝You may as well drink up now - your sanity may need it.❞ She took another sip, eyes now surveying their fellow classmates. ❝I’m not one for betting normally, but I’d pay to see you make them cry on their first day.❞

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sturgispcdmore·:

“Because I want to take you to a dance, whether there is one or not so…” He laughed, almost entirely too exasperated with how complicated she was making this. “Lord, you’d have thought when I told you you looked beauitful last year that you’d be getting it by now. I’ve been….” He couldn’t even think of a simple word to describe his brain. “I’ve been enamoured by you since I knew what it meant to be that.” Perhaps he’d made a joke too many, definitely a joke too far ow that she couldn’t even take him seriously. Biting his lip, he took just one step closer.

“I like you. And this…” He opened his arms, looking around. “This is all we’ve got left before we go taking off into the stupid real world and all of it’s ridiculous issues. And I know that before I leave I needed to say it at least once, but now I’m gonna wind up saying it a hundred time. I like you, Emmeline Vance.” Chuckling, he bit his lip. “We don’t need to prove our love to anyone, that’s the point. And yes. I would gladly take all the broom polish for my bride.”

His step closer caught her off guard. ❝Merlin,❞ was all she could muster in the moment. She replayed certain moments from the last year in her mind, her disbelief still forefront. When he’d said that last year, she’d just assumed he was being nice - it wasn’t unheard of, Sturgis giving others compliments. ❝I mean, I like you, too. That’s kind of the reason why we’re friends.❞ The sheer ridiculousness of the conversation was enough to do her head in twice over. ❝Why else would we do this,❞ she gestured at the space between them, referring to the banter that never failed to occur. ❝Have you been drinking?❞ She turned, raising a hand to shield her eyes as she pointed out the sun, ❝because if so, you may want to rethink those habits. It’s only mid-afternoon, after all.❞ She wasn’t sure how else she was meant to respond to any of this. It didn’t make sense; though maybe that was just due to how she handled and processed certain things. 

❝At the very least you’ll need to send out invitations. If for no other reason than to let your adoring fan club know you’re off the market,❞ she quipped. ❝I’ll be sure to let Remus know your torrid love affair has to come to an end. Maybe he’ll even get you a little something special to mark the occasion.❞