JUDGE, JURY, EXECUTIONER.

EMMELINE B. VANCE. xvii. she/they. ravenclaw. prefect. dueling club captain. lover of wizard chess. bibliophile. fighter for equality & anarchist. · · · · ❝ She is like the DARK side of the moon, complicated, mysterious, fearful and haunting yet CURIOUS, beautiful, fascinating and adorned.❞

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txnksted‌:

“yeah, of course!” ted grabbed emmeline’s trunk, thankful that the pet he chose while young was a very docile toad, who really only grew more so with age, and was now sleeping in his pocket. “oh, well- thanks!” he grinned sheepishly, “you too! i’m glad to be back, mostly. can you believe it’s our last year?” 

Emmeline noted the mostly at the end of his sentence, her eyebrows raising though she didn’t say anything. Ted was muggleborn, of course he’d be nervous to come back -- though she was as well, her blood status wasn’t really discussed or asked about as most assumed she was pureblood. “I know it’s INSANE, d’you know what you want to do after schools over? I’m glad I’ve already decided ‘cause there’s a fair few of our class who haven’t got a clue last I heard.”

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crovchss‌:

ALICE

             ❝  not  everything,  just  chess,  oh  and  potions…  maybe  even  dueling club?  ❞  she  laughed,  alice  wasn’t  big-headed  enough  to  think  a n y  of  that,  no,  she  was  just  LUCKY  is  all.  a  flicker  of  worry  flashed  across  her  face  as  she  assessed  the  situation  quickly.  if  mel  didn’t  know  wizard  chess  she  most  likely  muggleborn  and  u n a w a r e  of  the  attack,  it’d  do  well  to  keep  her  that  way…  for  as  long  as  possible  that  is.  ❝  f u c k  ❞  she  muttered  matching  emmeline’s  volume  ❝  are  you  okay?  ❞

“And life,” Emmeline joked along, even though if she was being honest with herself she only really matched up to Alice when it came to chess or dueling. Life and potions? Not so much.  She watched as the Hufflepuff was able to connect the dots, Alice was ridiculously smart and aware -- something Emmeline also admired about the other. “I’m fine. I’m fine,” she was, wasn’t she? As long as she was BREATHING -- she was fine. “I’m just -- worried. Hold on, lets go outside,” Emmeline started to walk out of their compartment, giving Mel a smile, “I’ve just got to talk to Alice about some Top Secret Prefect stuff.”

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giddyupprcwctt‌:

“emmeline–” her name so easily slipping from his lips as he mustered a smile, hands sinking deeper into his pockets as he pondered the mess he had gotten himself into. gideon had ex-girlfriends – past relationships, things were so easy to move on from until her met HER. one look at her and he felt weak, the kind of weak that he could only blame himself for, he was the reason why he couldn’t wrap his arms around her – that he could barely hold a conversation. 

“sorry?” he offered, sheepish smile at his lips – what was he apologizing for? he wouldn’t be able to put his finger on it, that word just wasn’t enough to remotely cover how he felt - how he wanted things to be different, “you look nice –” he offered, “not that it’s a surprise – i mean,you always do. fuck –” he muttered, “ignore me, the punch from hell doesn’t really turn me into a word smith” 

She couldn’t help but laugh, a light sound that was reserved for him and she hated it -- Emmeline prided herself on being stoic. On being able to control how she felt and when she felt it -- for the most part. With him, all bets were off it seemed, even after their separation. He made it clear, didn’t he? Emmeline tried to pull herself together then, looking down sheepishly, hoping the smile on her face would fade or that it’d at least turn into something less excited. For what? They WEREN’T together, what should she she be excited about? Merlin, she was pathetic. 

“You’ve never been the best word smith so you’re forgiven. I look like a tired prefect, hold your breath,” Emmeline let out a breath of nervousness, taking a step back away from him because the closeness wasn’t warranted anymore, even when it came naturally. “You look like you’re having fun, don’t let me stop you from dancing, TWINKLETOES.”

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accioshane‌:

“Yeah. Yeah, I can teach it to you,” Shane chuckled, the interaction echoing all the times before in dueling club where a new jinx or spell was used, and she had said the exact same thing to Emmeline. “Just incendio, start a normal fire. Then you do a spiral motion up from the fire in a clockwise loop. Incantation is scripturam ignis. Literally translates to fire writing in latin. Then once it changes color, dip your wand in and draw whatever you’d like in the sky. Nerd.” She nudged Emmeline’s knee with her own raising her own want to trace her name into the sky, bright red against the ink black. “You can have a drink, you know. You can sit with me and doodle and nothing bad will happen, I promise. I might be tipsy, but my protective instincts are off the charts too.”

“Thank you,” Emmeline went to do the spell herself, dipping her wand in the fire and spelling out: L-O-S-E-R.  A fond smile started to bloom on Emmeline’s face directed at Shane, over the last few months she’d missed the others presence -- she was smart, she was good, she was headstrong and she was always willing to teach Emmeline what didn’t come natural to her -- a more whimsical part of magic ( not that Shane wasn’t talented at the other things too ). Sure, Emmeline loved charms but her charms were more practical things, she admired charms and spells like these that held whimsy and creativity. Being called a nerd was an obvious term of endearment in this case and Emmeline appreciated it. “I’m not feeling drinking tonight, bad things are DEFINITELY going to happen and if I drank I have a feeling I’d do something stupid.” Like snap at someone, or get into a fight, or bother her ex or something absolutely stupid and self sabotaging.

 “I’ll take the offer of protection though but I’ll make sure you’re protected too ‘cause there are some people at this party I do not trust as far as I can throw. Plus, we’re in the Forbidden Forest.               -- --  ALSO, did you try the punch? It’s disgusting.”

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serpentregulusblack‌:

Regulus was walking past the open compartment, headed for the back of the train where he could enjoy a few hour of solitude before being thrust into the constant socialization of Hogwarts. The comment about his cousin drew him in, though. Surely people would be sour about it, but it wasn’t like they just handed out Head Girl with no thought whatsoever. “Why are people constantly surprised when a Black is on top? Should be standard practice by now.” He flashed Emmeline a wolfish grin as he paused outside the open compartment, knowing he was purposefully stirring up trouble. Might as well get a pulse for what people thought of Bella this year so he could help her keep power. “Do you need any more sweets? Seems like you’ve got more energy than you can manage.”

Another Black, jumping into the fray. Talking about the Blacks being on top and how it should’ve been ‘standard practice’. He was definitely drinking the blood purist koolaid -- Emmeline rolled her eyes and crossed her arms over her chest. “You’ve confused what you think is surprise with DISGUST and anger, if I was surprised that in this political climate that one of the richest and most prolific families in the Wizarding UK has put another member of their family in power then I’d be a fool.” At his comments about her sweets intake, she was annoyed, first, he’d come to brag about his family having power and now he was trying to tell her what she did and didn’t need? “I didn’t realize you cared so much about my health, any other health tips, Dr. Black?”

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xskeetrs‌:

“i wonder how many bribes went into the professor’s pockets for that one.” rita mumbled in response, fervently scribbling away in her notebook, “surely it won’t be that bad.” she looked up at emmeline, smirking, a raised eyebrow clearly indicating she was joking. “as much as my brain is telling me to tell you that all that sugar can’t be good for you, my heart is telling me to eat some licorice wands, so hopefully soon. otherwise, i might stage a revolt.”

In that moment Rita almost got her, it was then she realized how in her own head she was about this. How ridiculously vocal she was being, though, someone had to be hadn’t they? It was a reason she respected Rita, with her paper and her amazing charts on the involvement of the student body with each other -- she was always speaking a truth. Was it the truth? Maybe not. But she was putting herself and her work out there, Emmeline admired that a lot. Something she had not had the courage to do for a long time was speak up, so now she was speaking up. “How did you know I was behind FUNDING the Bellatrix Black for Head Girl secret campaign?”

Her head popped out of the compartment then, looking for the infamous and very wanted trolley lady -- nothing. “I just need something until the feast before I go properly crazy. I’ll even get you some licorice wands. How were your holidays, by the way?”

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nvrcissxs‌:

NARCISSA

             ❝  y’know  vance;  for  a  raven  you’re  acting  an  a w f u l  lot  like  a  BRAT,  i  thought  you  where  supposed  to  be  the  smart  house.  you  really  ought  to  know  better  than  to  run  your  mouth  ❞  she  had  bit  her  tongue  long  enough ,  could  taste  the  CRIMSON  l e a k i n g  into  her  mouth,  knew  just  how  b l o o d y  her  smile  must  be.  ❝  i  only  meant  to  give  you  some  advice,  you  do  need  it  dearie  ❞  every  dig  seemed  to  stoke  the  embers  glowing  away   behind   her  eyes.  but  then  with  just  a  q u e s t i o n,  it  was  like  a  cauldron  of  water  had  been  upended  leaving  her  smouldering.  ❝  of  course  i  do,  VANCE  ❞  didn’t she?  ❝  the real  question is;  WHY  DON’T  YOU?  ❞

EMMELINE

“Advice? From someone who believes in GENOCIDE? It’ll be a hard pass from me,” she wasn’t going to comment on how Narcissa hadn’t even gotten her house’s mascot right. “Why wouldn’t I believe in killing based on people’s blood status? You know the comment I made about your family being inbred wasn’t out of place or unrealistic considering how far some purebloods will go to keep their family pure. Sue me for not believing in fucking my cousins,” Emmeline practically spat, truly amazed by how brainwashed Narcissa must’ve been. “You blood purists say some of the most insane things, I swear.”

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accioshane‌:

Shane had found a nice spot on the forest floor, sitting cross legged in the moss and dirt. She had been ignoring the party around her, tuning out the loud happy chatter of so many voices, trying to get the incantations for her party trick right when she was four drinks deep. Finally, she got her uncooperative tongue to form the right syllables, and an unnaturally bright red fire sprung up among her poorly arranged pile of sticks. “My brothers taught it to me. Either they picked it up at Durmstrang or they invented it, never asked. Useless bit of magic. But it always impresses anyone who’s been drinking,” she explained to the poor person who had decided to set up camp next to her. Shane pulled her wand out of her back pocket to demonstrate, fishing out of the muggle jeans she had chosen just because they were too comfortable to change out of just yet. 

Her wand (cypress, dragon heartstring, rigid) dipped into the fire until a ball of it had wrapped around the tip and then she raised it into the air, tracing words and figures into the night sky and leaving brilliant trails of fire behind. “Each message lasts for a few minutes. Hopefully the centaurs don’t come and stomp me for it.”

“It impresses me and I haven’t been drinking,” Emmeline admitted thinking it was an extraordinarily cool party trick. It had been an exhausting night to say the least, but she felt it was her duty as a prefect to be a party like this in the Forbidden Fucking Forest. It was so stupid, it was so DANGEROUS, she had to do her as duty as prefect and attend. This was a nice little escape from the party around them, though she knew she had to go back soon. 

“Can you teach it to me, please?” Emmeline got her wand out properly ( it had been in her forearm holster ), “if it’s not any trouble.”

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txnksted‌:

“hey!” ted waved, glad to have finally seen a familiar face on the platform. he had already said his goodbyes to his parents and sisters outside, and was on his own outside of the hogwarts express – for the last time, he realized solemnly, it finally starting to set in that this was his final year at school. “you, uh, need help carrying anything? i pack pretty light, i can grab something if you want.”

“That’d ACTUALLY be great, I’ll carry my cat because she’s being particularly fidgety today and could you just carry my trunk, please?” Emmeline’s backpack was on her back already and that was the entirety of her possessions that she brought to school. Luckily for Ted Tonks, she packed rather light. “Tonks, it’s great to see you. Summer did you well, how are you?”

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remvslupvn‌:

Remus wasn’t a prefect or Head Boy this year, but he could understand Emmeline’s concerns nonetheless. When power was given to someone with already so much power, it created an imbalance – something that Remus knew that no one, perhaps except Slytherins, appreciated.

“I suppose there’s nothing that can be done about him,” he responded easily. He’d wanted to run for prefect this year. Really, he had. But with one thing after another, running for Prefect (or Head Boy) hadn’t seemed like such a good idea.

“She came by already. I got a few chocolate frogs, though, and some other sweets to make things easier. Here.” And with that, he handed Emmeline some of the sweets he’d bought. “Better to share than for me to eat them all. Plus, chocolate is the best cure for everything and anything.”

“My HERO, Remus Lupin, thank you,” Emmeline took the chocolate frogs with such gratefulness because she was happy to have something to munch on to stop her from complaining too much -- though she knew around Remus if she wanted to, she could. Ripping one open, she stuffed it in her mouth and chewed furiously, inhaling the first chocolate frog and already wrapping open a cauldron cake. 

“Y’know if they sainted you, St. Remus, that had better be what you were sainted for. Bringing peace to the world via CHOCOLATE,” if she hadn’t been inhaling sweets and had she been the hugging type, she’d have hugged Remus then. Instead, she let herself take a moment to breathe, going slower on the cauldron cakes.

 “Glad to be back at school?” It was bittersweet for her as her father saw her off that morning, an intense sense of worry washing over her as she left him alone for the school year. Sure, she had visits once a month but it was a hard transition, Bellatrix Black was Head Girl and like Remus said -- there was NOTHING to be done about it. She didn’t know what Dumbledore was thinking but she knew that the old Headmaster wasn’t someone she could trust. McGonagall should’ve been Headmistress. 

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crovchss·:

ALICE

             ❝  well  it’s  good  to  hear  you’re  good!  ❞  alice  said  with  a  laugh  at  her  own   bad   joke. ❝   you’re  in  good  hands  mel!  emme’s  one  of  the  best…  she’s  even  beaten  me  a  few  times  ❞  sliding  into  the  compartment  proper  alice  took  a  seat   ❝  summer  treat  you  well emme?  ❞

EMMELINE

“Only a few times, Alice is just ridiculously fantastic at everything she does,” which, was true. Alice was one of the most hardworking people Emmeline knew and upon hearing she was not Head Girl she wasn’t happy to say the least. “It was A SUMMER, it had its well bits and it’s challenging bits,” lowering her voice in an effort to not frighten Mel with her next words, she continued, “I was at Diagon Alley during the attack.”

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giddyupprcwctt‌:

he couldn’t help but bop to the beat, draining his cup in a second before tossing it into the nearest bin, he could feel the rush, head buzzing from the liquid coursing through his veins. a chuckle slipped from his lips as he watched the nearest victim of the punch bowl take a sip – he had redefined SPIKING tonight. was it a cliche? yes. could he do better? absolutely. but tonight wasn’t about expectations, it was going to be his last welcome back party and he was damn well going to enjoy it. 

he couldn’t help but feel a gaze on him – he could FEEL the judgement already, “I already know that I’m going to hell. at this point it’s really go big or go home–” he mused. 

“Bold,” of course she’d been judging him, as she judged anyone at these parties who were deciding to get wasted at the return to school party. Emmeline had been TEMPTED tonight, that was definitely true, but she wasn’t going to give in -- she didn’t need to expose her inebriated self to so many people in the Forbidden Forest, no less. 

Seeing Gideon was hard, but her walls had already been so high up at this party that she could barely feel the pit in her stomach expand, the GNAWING feeling of both anger and guilt, a cacophony of longing, she pushed it away. “I had a sip and it tastes like someone brought the punch from actual hell itself. “

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nvrcissxs‌:

NARCISSA

          if  she’d  been  as  brash  as  other  members  of  family  she’d  have  done  a  lot  more  than  feel  a rosy  flush  settle  on  porcelain  features   ( because  that’s  all  she  was,  wasn’t  she?  p o r c e l a i n?  so  easy  to  break  and  then  be  discarded  like  a  certain  cousin )   despite  the  demure  look  she  had  assumed  she  could  feel  the  A N G E R  burning  away  in  the  bottom of  her  stomach  and  her  hands  clenched  into  fists  buried  in  the  folds  of  her  robes  ❝  no  need  to  be  nasty  now  vance  ❞  still  her  voice  remained steely  though  was  now  t i n g e d  with the PERFORMANCE  of concern.

EMMELINE

“If I was being really NASTY I’d say your family are a bunch of inbred imbeciles but I digress,” she replied flatly, though Emmeline was growing more and more annoyed by the other girl’s treatment of her. Was she acting rude? Sure, but it didn’t mean she needed to be spoken to like she was a child who just had impulse control issues with her tongue -- everything Emmeline was saying now, she meant. She had no patience for families like the Black’s, not after everything she’d heard and seen. “Let me ask you a question though, d’you even believe in the load of crock your families peddling? Just a curiosity, I’m sure you do, but I thought I’d better ask just to give you the benefit of the doubt.”

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ollivandriel‌:

Wandering up and down the train might not have been entirely subtle, though with all the rumors flying around Ariel wasn’t sure anyone would know what she was doing either. At least she had the plausible deniability of looking for a compartment she was in reality searching the faces of the students for Vera Hastings. After the events in Diagon Alley and the shut down, or cover-up, or whatever the Ministry were calling it; she needed to find out what actually happened. Honestly thoughts of the attack had been eating her alive and she had to find out if the girl had made it on the train or not. 

Ariel had been so focused on looking at the faces of students in the compartment she was passing that she hadn’t noticed another student trying to get around her in the narrow hallway until they were actually touching her as they passed, “What are you–Oh—Right.” She shuffled to the side slightly to allow them to pass.  

Being at Diagon Alley for the attack was nothing short of horrifying -- had her father been there with her she was sure she’d never have been able to get the images from her mind. Not that she was able to now. The flash of green, the dark mark appearing in the sky. It was her first real taste of EVERYTHING -- it was terrifying. Was that what being an Auror would entail? Facing the world’s horrors head on? She knew that it would, but there was a difference between knowing and experiencing -- Emmeline had, for some reason for all that she’d been through, not been ready for it.

Emmeline looked around in the midst of her thoughts, seeing Ariel wandering from corridor to corridor, sticking her head in compartment after compartment -- who was she looking for? Moving towards the Gryffindor, she let the student between the pass before inquiring. “Who’re you looking for, Ariel?”

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nvrcissxs‌:

NARCISSA

             she  was  a  prefect  now,  just  like  bella,  and  mother  &  father  before them. sure  she  got  the  small,  shiny  silver  badge  w e e k s  ago,  but  now,  after  the  meeting,  it  felt  OFFICIAL.  she  would  have  to  be  the  naive  fool  many  thought  she  was  to  not  know  there  would be… d i s c o n t e n t  at  bella’s  appointment.   ❝  come  now, vance,  don’t  speak  ill of  -  of bella  ❞   your  betters   that’s  what  mother  would  have  said. her  voice  was  small,  oh  so  quiet  and  barely  above  a  whisper,  but  behind  the  nervous  front  there  was  the  S I G N A T U R E  black  bite!

EMMELINE

“Black,” there were so many of them, Emmeline didn’t care to keep count -- The Noble and Most Ancient House of Bullshit did not disappoint when it came to making children it seemed. “I’m allowed to give my opinion, especially as a fellow prefect. I’m not sure how you lot do it in Slytherin, but it’s more of a democracy in Ravenclaw than it is a dictatorship. Your sister being Head Girl is NONSENSE when there are plenty of other much more suitable options in the school. Bella doesn’t even rank in top five, for me, at least.” 

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