rebirth.

emmeline paige vance | twenty-seven | secretary you are a church of broken glass and hallelujahs. you are haunted like every other holy thing. what tried to destroy you didn't have the strength. still you stand. sturdy and smelling of smoke.

[emmee]

carinacarinae​:

@emmee​ said: “Hide me!”

Where: Hogwarts Courtyard

A mere minute ago, she was doing little more than wallowing in a bout of self pity. Her parents were an embarrassment and the rest of the rotten, prejudice brood they associated with weren’t much better. She all but stormed out of the great hall to get away from them, muscle memory leading her to a familiar hiding place. Carina threw her hands up and let out a loud, frustrated groan. Of all the people in the world she could be related to– she barely had time to register the blur of pink tulle and dark hair barrelling straight towards her. Whatever it was, it shrieked a few words at her before nearly tackling her to the ground. “What the hell?!” Carina exclaimed at the figure cowering behind her, trying to steady herself.

emmeline had always enjoyed a good party. anything that gave her an excuse to run away from her average life was automatically right up her alley. she’d seen her favorite tailor and created a custom dress in a beautiful baby pink hue. she’d spent the first part of the evening catching up with friends, reminiscing on their days spent frolicking throughout those very same halls they were currently reveling in. it wasn’t until she’d seen a familiar face across the hall that she was shocked back to reality. without thinking she ducked behind the nearest person she could find. realizing her sudden need for a hiding spot was not welcome she apologized,“bloody hell, i’m sorry. if you could just stay put for like..three more minutes. we should be good.”

[emmee]

status: closed

location: hogwarts

@musegotme​

secrecy had never been emmeline’s strongsuit, until she’d met bane. when it came to him she hid everything. from their short-lived affair to margot, everything surrounded him could be compared to a thick fog. she had told herself she was doing it to protect her and their child. emmeline knew how cruel pureblood parents could be, she had seen what her mother’s family had done to her. yet no matter how hard she tried to stay away she couldn’t. since the opening game of the quidditch season bane had come to her home three times. the first was at her own request, the second during a long night with an unwell baby, and the third just days before the charity ball.

emmeline never missed out on an occasion where she could dress up. she’d spent hours with her seamstress designing the perfect dress, a baby pink ball gown that accentuated every feature. she had been out on the dance floor for the majority of the early evening, dancing away her heart’s content with friends. it was only after she found herself with aching feet that she snuck out of the great hall and into a secluded school yard. realizing she was not alone she inquired, “shouldn’t you be at your fiance’s side? surely, she’s yearning for your company.” 

[emmee]

emmeline vance’s charity ball attire.

[seedheartpatil]

emmee​:

closed starter for: @seedheartpatil​

location: patil’s plants, powders, and potions

while emmeline was far from what one would considered a ‘green thumb’, she enjoyed keeping plants in her home for the aesthetic value. her mother was seemingly always trying to help her resuscitate her potted plants on a weekly basis. but when her moly plant began to droop more than usual, the woman knew she needed professional help. making a beeline for the small shop she flagged down the wizard who looked like he could be of some help. “hi! merlin, please don’t tell me you’re closed. i desperately need help with my moly plant, i’m afraid she might be beyond repair.”

Siddharth was just finishing stacking up several new products on the shelves behind him, behind the counter, when he heard the door open. Did he forget to lock the door again? Oh, why would he even bother? No one ever comes to his shop anymore, if only the one or two stray visitors he meets each week. 

Then again, he knew what he should do, what could be done, to once again bring new faces in. It’s a shame that he no longer had any motivation to do so and has settled to this state of mediocrity. Death changes everyone. 

“Welcome to Patil’s Plants, Powders, and Potions! What’s wrong with your Moly Plant?”

[emmee]

It had been her first time to the shop, a recommendation to go there given by a friendly face at the ministry. Emmeline enjoyed small shops like the one she had found herself in, and time away from the problems that plagued her was welcomed with warm arms. 

She set the potted plant down on the counter and stated, “it hasn’t been flowering in approximately a week and a half. I Am quite nervous that i’ve killed it.” Seeing as the rare plant was a gift from her family, she was devastated at even the smallest possibility that she could have ruined the thing. “If there’s anything you could do, I would be so appreciative. And,” emmeline quickly pulled out several galleons from her purse before continuing, “I am quite willing to pay.” 

[musegotme]

emmee​:

she hadn’t expected much from him when she brought their daughter into the world. emmeline understood his loyalty to his family and their beliefs. perhaps if they wouldn’t have been so negative towards people like her, like her child even, she’d be able to move past it. but the witch knew better. 

the dark-haired woman couldn’t help but roll her eyes at his cheeky comment. though it felt like months had passed them by, he had always known how to make her smile. his next question took her rather by surprise. he had been in and out of her life, emmeline shouldering the majority of the responsibility when it came to margot. she had preferred it that way, uncertain how his family would take to having a grandchild of impure blood. quietly she responded, “yes, a nice girl down the street from us. she’s just lovely with margot.” silence filled the air for a mere moment before she added, “she’s nearly ready to walk. i’m thinking by next week with the way she keeps standing up and grabbing onto things.”

Bane made a face, one of surprise and slight disbelieve. The last time he had seen their child she was just figuring out how to stand, barely. “Already? That’s sort of early isn’t it?” He asked, forgetting himself for a moment. He should be keeping his distance from her in public, shouldn’t be this familiar with her. But he had his reasons, curiosity over the child overriding his need for a facade. 

“Has she gotten that big already?” He asked after a beat as a frown took his features. Thinking it over he hadn’t seen his daughter in nearly a month. Maybe being a poor father was genetic, he had never really known his.

[emmee]

Emmeline nodded her head, smiling at the thought of how quickly Margot had grown. “yeah, she’s quite ahead for her age.” The witch had gotten lucky, coming from a very comfortable family she was able to work relaxed hours and stay home quite a bit with her child. It afforded her countless opportunities that she may have missed had she been full time or tackling a challenging new career. 

The dark-haired woman knew what she was about to ask would probably be met with a curt denial. But she did so anyways saying, “I dont know what your plans are but you’re welcome to come see her next week. If you’d like, of course.”

[emmee]

closed starter for: @evcnesco​ (peter)

location: diagon alley

when emmeline wasn’t working in her office at the ministry, she was out running errands. the witch had just picked up her daughter from her parents who agreed to watch the growing baby during the weekdays. after grabbing a fresh set of quills and various medicinal items from the apothecary she found one hand full with bags and the other being used to navigate her pram. whilst trying to maintain her balancing act she found herself quite literally nearly running someone over with the pram. without hesitation she set her bags down and ran to the person exclaiming, “please tell me you’re okay? i’m terribly sorry. bloody hell, i swore i was watching where i was going.”

[emmee]

KINGSLEY.

“Sounds more like you’re instigating I babysit you on my night off,” Kingsley couldn’t help but tease, a faint smile curving upward onto his lips. “Which you should know is a crime and I should take you in but as I’m off duty, I’ll let it slide. What are we drinking?” He wasn’t much of a drinker, but he had the night off and after the past few cases he’d worked, he’d earned it. 

“i pay my babysitter for maggie quite well, i’m not afraid to offer you compensation for the same duties. feed me and ensure i don’t get into too much trouble.” she grinned before brushing off his comment with, “you could never catch me, don’t you know better?” sliding one of the fresh drinks she’d just ordered over to him she answered, “some local beer, i’ve had two and it has quite a refreshing taste. first one’s on me.”

[emmee]

BANE.

“In more ways than one.” Bane smirked, a few memories taking their time through his thoughts. She was a force to be re conned with as a fighter, a lover and a mother. All three of which he had tangled with by this point. It had taken him by surprise when she’d nearly killed him as a captive. Not because he thought she couldn’t or wouldn’t, but that someone who was so thoughtful in bed could be so fierce outside of it. It had only endeared him to her more, even if she was of dirty blood, even if he could never have her nor admit to anything between her. 

He’d met that same fierceness from her as a mother now. The mother to his child. He hadn’t been a great father so far, rather distant to say the least. And for that she’d given him an ear full. Rightly so, not that he would ever admit that to her. The thought spurred a question he had to ask discretely, as if he didn’t truly care. “You’ve got a sitter for the night?”

she hadn’t expected much from him when she brought their daughter into the world. emmeline understood his loyalty to his family and their beliefs. perhaps if they wouldn’t have been so negative towards people like her, like her child even, she’d be able to move past it. but the witch knew better. 

the dark-haired woman couldn’t help but roll her eyes at his cheeky comment. though it felt like months had passed them by, he had always known how to make her smile. his next question took her rather by surprise. he had been in and out of her life, emmeline shouldering the majority of the responsibility when it came to margot. she had preferred it that way, uncertain how his family would take to having a grandchild of impure blood. quietly she responded, “yes, a nice girl down the street from us. she’s just lovely with margot.” silence filled the air for a mere moment before she added, “she’s nearly ready to walk. i’m thinking by next week with the way she keeps standing up and grabbing onto things.”

[emmee]

closed starter for: @seedheartpatil​

location: patil’s plants, powders, and potions

while emmeline was far from what one would considered a ‘green thumb’, she enjoyed keeping plants in her home for the aesthetic value. her mother was seemingly always trying to help her resuscitate her potted plants on a weekly basis. but when her moly plant began to droop more than usual, the woman knew she needed professional help. making a beeline for the small shop she flagged down the wizard who looked like he could be of some help. “hi! merlin, please don’t tell me you’re closed. i desperately need help with my moly plant, i’m afraid she might be beyond repair.”

[emmee]

BANE.

Her lost smile wasn’t unnoticed by Bane, she was always so very expressive. It sent a bit of confusion through his mind, confusion he shoved down. Emmeline wasn’t a fan of his fiance, it wasn’t a secret between the two of them. But it wasn’t spoken about either. He let his drink lower from his lips after she spoke and raised a brow. “Should I be expecting to see aurors at the ready or is this not your band of trouble makers?” He teased with a wink. 

their past was complicated, to say the least. there were things that happened between the two that, in some people’s eyes, would brand the witch a traitor to the order. she had been locked in a room with him at one point, her wand pressed to his throat demanding for answers. his chosen faction had taken the lives of too many of her friends. and while she hated him for his beliefs and choices, she couldn’t bare hurting him back then. “they have the night off,” she said jokingly before continuing, “but you and i both know i am perfectly capable of handling myself.”

[emmee]

BANE.

“You’re pretty good at hiding things.” He smirked back at her, it was meant as a joke, a little sensitive of one but regardless a joke none the less. Her question took his smirk off his lips like water washing away wet paint. Bane was in fact here with his fiance,  his fiance she knew full well about. The fiance he had cheated on with her more than once. The one their biggest secret was being kept from. 

He gave a nod toward the stands to the right. “She’s off with her friends at the moment. What about yourself?” He asked, putting his drink to his lips to hide any reaction to that answer from her.

emmeline couldn’t help but chuckle. he did always know how to lighten the mood. but with his next statement she couldn’t help but erase the sweet smile from her face entirely. she was there. they had come together. bane and the dark-haired witch had agreed a long time ago that their child would be in the dark in terms of who her biological father was. and along with her, the rest of that knowledge would be unknown too. 

quickly she composed herself, replacing her shocked features with a smile once more. he didn’t need to see how she struggled with their agreement still. if he was happy and margot was safe, then that was all that mattered. “of course,” she nodded, knowing better. “i’m here with some of the girls from school.”

[emmee]

LANCELOT.

“You’re certainly something,” Lance chuckled in amusement. It was the sort of move he once might have made himself, and the fact he hadn’t thought to do so made him wonder just when that had changed. “Somehow I don’t think I would have got what I was after quite so easily.”

“according to my mother, it’s a talent.” a brilliant smile danced across her features, realizing it had been too long since she’d smiled that much. as emmeline swayed to the beat she commented, “i can only hope margot will have a taste in music similar to my own. but who knows what will be popular when she’s grown!”

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[emmee]

CERIDWEN.

@emmee​

idle fingers play with the loose threads of her shirt’s hem, pulling the cotton free from it’s confines as she watches the crowd bustle and grow around her.  ceridwen feels the bubble in her gut and the gate closing in her throat as she begins to back away from the crowds of people, finding a kind looking stranger to help her.  all ceridwen could manage after a good two minutes of silence was a quietly strangled “drink.”

emmeline had been watching the other woman, her gaze becoming all the more intent when she noticed the witch struggling to catch her breath. without hesitation she rushed to her side and extended the remaining contents of the drink in her hand for the other to use. “bloody hell, are you alright?? what else can i get you?”

[emmee]

OWEN.

“Hmm,” was all he could respond as he practically forced his sight away from the creatures, reminding himself not for the first time that causing a scene would do nothing to help the creatures in the long run. Finally glancing towards the woman he had unwittingly agreed to accompany, he offered her a smile, or at least, the closest he could come to one. “That’s probably a good idea, after you.”

although she really did not know the man beside her, emmeline had found herself asking for his company. it had been a fatal flaw, always trusting and befriending someone just a little too quickly. and while the wizard reminded her an awful lot of someone she knew from her past, she was certain this man was a stranger. upon arrival to the candy tent, she knelt down and examined her choices. “now, i’m definitely in the mood for something chocolatey. what about you?”

[emmee]

BANE.

Bane had come to the festival as a family obligation, or rather an obligation to his partner. He enjoyed qudditch as much as the next wizard so it wasn’t a painful thing to do, but yet again he could do without all of the extravagantly over done witches and wizards. Except for maybe one witch who wore really anything with more attraction than any woman he’d met before. It was a gift and a curse really. She looked ridiculous in her out fit, but she was a big personality, he couldn’t expect anything less. 

“I can love things quietly.” He shrugged, letting his eyes take her in. “Didn’t expect to see you here, though I can’t say I’m surprised. Enjoying yourself?” 

she allowed her eyes to wander over his muscular figure for mere seconds longer then she should have. emmeline had his body memorized, although their physical encounters had been brief, she remembered the curvature of nearly every muscle as if she had been under the sheets with him just day priors. but things were different now. as much as the witch wanted to stand there and talk to him for hours, she knew better. they were two different people now.

looking down at her foolish outfit she smirked slightly questioning, “it’s not obvious?” emmeline took a nervous sip of her drink before continuing, “of course you can, you can do whatever you want. i’m just surprised that’s all.” before even thinking about her next question she blurted out, “are you here with someone?”

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