This is my dancefloor I fought for

Emmeline Vance. Auror. Order. 

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It wasn’t often that Emmeline had a day off. Even more so now after the second attack. One thing had become clear over the past few days, she needed something to come home to. Sure she had her owl but it wasn’t as if she could truly cuddle them at night. She made her way to the Magical Menagerie, stopping as she saw the litter of Kneazles, smiling as a few came up to the edge to look at her. “Oh you’re all too cute,” she said under her breath. 

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Order meetings were sometimes the only time she saw her friends. It wasn’t intentional, far from it. But considering what was happening, it wasn’t surprising. The meeting had just wrapped up and she managed to end up in the kitchen with Lily. “It’s been a while, Evans.” She smiled brightly at the redhead. “How are things?” @hogwartsflower​

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Work was always intense, but it seemed even more so today. They had been given a longer than normal lunch break and Emmeline got an idea. With everything going on, she hadn’t seen her friends much. Making her way down to the archives, she decided to go bother Mary. She walked in, smile on her face as she put her arms on the desk. “We should go to lunch. Right now.” @mudbloodmacdonald​

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It had been a long for weeks for Emmeline. Everything seemed to be going wrong and there was nothing she could really do about it. For every step forward they made with the Death Eaters, it seemed the took two back. It was driving her up the wall and it seemed all she did was work and sleep. She had truly been neglecting her friends and she had to do something about it. Dinner with Remus was the best for him. It truly was two fold, she could see him and she could feed him. And give him all the left overs. She couldn’t help but get excited as the time grew closer. She truly had gone all out-a full Sunday roast with even more sides than normal. There was a knock at her door as she was checking the temperature on the roast and she called out. “Door’s open!” She knew who it was. Her wards were set to only let one person in that night. @maraudingmoon​

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maraudingmoon·:

The only thing decent that seemed to have come out of the winter hols was a subscription to the Daily Prophet. Though the headlines spanning the front page could hardly be considered news to any of his companions crowding the beds of St. Mungo’s. Remus had fared little better than a full moon alone. Hell, he would’ve preferred the new scrapes and bruises if they’d come from his own hands. 

His swollen lip tugged ruefully at the battered end of a eraser, his brow furrowed as he attempted to fill in the crossword while staving off the last few symptoms of a concussion. When you can stand to be in a well-lit room, Lupin, you’ll be free to go!  “Oh,” The werewolf sat up a little straighter, hearing the happy drum of approaching steps. “What are you doing here?” 

Emmeline had not gotten off easy during the attack. Her fighting had landed her in St. Mungo’s with a broken arm and some scrapes and bruises. Nothing that couldn’t be healed within a few minutes. The only thing left on her was a gash on her arm, something magical that wasn’t healing with the normal potions and spells. She could live with it, truthfully. Many had it worse than her. Before she even thought about going home, she snuck a look at the names of the people who had come in from the attack. Auror business was a real thing. She did need to know if any of her coworkers had been hurt. If she saw a friend’s name that was just in the name of info gathering. 

The moment she saw Remus’ name, she took off. No way was she letting him sit there any longer than he had to without a friend. His room was dimer than most, not the best of signs. But she heard his bed creek with movement. She couldn’t help the chuckle that escaped her as she pulled the curtain back. “I would have been here sooner if they’d let me,” she said with a smile, moving to one of the chairs by his bed. “Have I said today I hate Skele-Gro? Because I do. It’s bloody awful.” 

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maraudingmoon·:

“I can’t go.” Remus pleaded, his frozen hand making a frantic sweep into the muddy slush. “Lost it. Can’t…” At the shouting of a stunning spell nearby, he scrambled forward digging haphazardly into the snow. For all anyone knew, that curse was shot from Jack or Padfoot’s wand, hell, in the holiday celebration it was possible even James or Lily was mixed up in the slaughter and here he was, his head bent uselessly to the pavement. Then, as if only catching the warm but worried affection welling in Emmeline’s tone, his eyes shot up followed shortly by his damp frame hurling forward and capturing his friend in a relieved embrace. “Merlin, it’s good to see you. Do you know where everyone else is?”  

She had no idea what he was talking about. “Remus...what did you loose? Whatever it was, we’ll look for it together, okay? Then you’ll go home or back to the Order and wait for us there.” He needed to be somewhere safe. There was no way she was going to leave him here. She knew the rest of the Order would feel the same. He was one of the few people she could keep safe and she wanted to. She wasn’t sure what she would do with herself if Remus got hurt. “Tell me what you lost. I’ll help you.” 

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maraudingmoon·:

Shit, shit, shit! Between the sudden commotion, the shrill shrieking of the celebratory party morphing into something more sinister and the scattered pops! and cracks! of nearly every witch and wizard disapparating around him, Remus had lost his wand. 

The thick cloth of his trousers collected a thick smattering of mud as he dropped to the streets of Diagon Alley to search on hands and knees. It figured, of course, that the curved wood was nearly identical in color to the beige slush gathered on the pavement. His frantic eyes nearly jolted back into his own head as he collided with the pointed but familiar set of shoes in front of him. Remus chanced a glance up, a streetlight obscuring the face of whoever stood now inches away. “Alright?” 

Emmeline wasn’t sure what was happening but the fact that he was on the ground made Emmeline nervous. She moved quickly towards him, dropping down to her knees. “Are you hurt? Is everything okay?” She put her hands on his face, looking him over for any injuries. “You need to get out of here, okay? It’s not safe. It’s...it’s bad. Halloween bad. Maybe worse. Please. I...you need to be okay.” 

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Everything was not okay. There was smoke, people running. It was happening again. Emmeline was doing her best to get people out of the way. She didn’t want anyone to get hurt. The extremists could be handled once the innocent people were out of the way. “You need to get out of here,” she said to someone approaching. “It’s not safe. Let the aurors handle this and get home.” @morsmordrestarters​

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mudbloodmacdonald·:

Mary had come into the kitchen in hopes of sneaking a few sweets before they went out for the crowd. She caught sight of Emmeline, but still grabbed for something with chocolate in it, taking a large bite. Her eyebrows lifted at the other witch’s words and she laughed. “And just how much of this sugar have you had, exactly, Emmy?”

“I’ve not had that much. I mean well, I’ve had a few of these. Some of the cake. And whatever chocolate thing is out there, too.” The smile stayed on her face, thinking happily of the desserts on the table. “But it’s Christmas. It’s the one time of the year where your dinner can be sugar. Well, that and your birthday. That is another one that can be whatever you want.”

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smudgley·:

Keeping his balance by leaning on the kitchen counter, Jack was still recovering from his drinking session with Andromeda. Maybe it hadn’t been such a grand idea to drink on an empty stomach after all. Now far from sober, the reporter found himself wondering how it was possible to acquire one of those delicious looking cookies without falling over. Seeing the young auror’s face come into the kitchen, he was greatly relieved. “Speaking of sugar. Emmeline,” he chuckled. “Darling. Be a dear and hand me a few of those will you. I’m afraid I might fall over if I release this counter.”

Emmeline couldn’t help but chuckle as she watched Jack. “You do know you’re a wizard and we have potions for this, right?” She grabbed a plate, charming it to hover in the air next to Jack so he wouldn’t drop it. She put four cookies on it before adding on one of the rolls from dinner. “Eat that, too. It’ll be better for your stomach than stuffing it with sugar only.” She moved around the kitchen, grabbing him a glass of water. “You okay? You need me to grab you a pepper-up or something? I guarantee you there’s some around here. They do have a toddler after all.” 

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maraudingmoon·:

“M’mum sent me with a sheet of biscuits as well,” Remus confided, placing the tin on the small mountain of treats. “Did you make those?” He asked, spotting the familiar icing curl of Emmeline’s handiwork. Plucking one first, then taking another two for later, he leaned forward offering a one armed hug to his friend. “Sorry ‘m later than I thought. Glad you’re still here.” Remus bit into one of the cookies, let out a contented sigh. It was fiendish, really, his dependency on sweets–likely the reason both Emme and his mother had baked so many. “Well? Anything absurd happen yet? Go on then, catch me up, commentator.” 

“I’ve got a tin for you to take home,” she said as she did her best to hug Remus back. “Do not apologize. I hope the reason you’re late is a good one and nothing bad.” She held up a finger, quickly putting the tray out with the other desserts before coming back into the kitchen. “Well nothing too absurd just yet. You’re still early. There have been a few conjured snowballs thrown. I charmed the mistletoe to give ratings for the kisses under it but I haven’t heard anyone use it yet. It’s charmed to be somewhat loud. That’s pretty much it. Do you need dinner? I saw where everything went so I can make you a plate. I know our hosts won’t mind at all. Not for you anyway.”

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msdorkymeadowes·:

Dorcas had made her way into the kitchen, needing the refill her drink and smiled as she saw Emmeline (and smiled even bigger as she saw the cookies she was piling onto a plate). “Gosh, I know right. It really is the best time of the year. Any sense of eating healthy has flown straight out the window…” Doe laughed, “Did you make those? They’re delicious…I think I’ve already eaten like three.” 

“I do occasionally do eat a salad every now and then. But it’s rare. And yes, I did make these,” she said with a bright smile. “I don’t know how to cook many things but I do know how to make some cookies. Frankly, I think it’s one of my better attributes.” She smiled before holding the tray out for Dorcas. “I’ll make them for you anytime you’d like.” 

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Christmas Eve-Tonks Home 

Emmeline honestly loved this time of year. She loved even more to spend it with the people she truly cared about. The Tonks home was full of just those people. She had moved into the kitchen, refilling the plate of sugar cookies she had made earlier today. She heard someone come into the kitchen and turned around with a bright smile. “Merlin, I love Christmas. The decorations. The presents. The people. The food. It's a bonus that there’s so much sugar.” @morsmordrestarters​

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tedtnx·:

Christmas Eve 1978

Blimey, how many people did he actually invite?  Ted had a slight tendency to get carried away at Christmas.  When he was growing up, it was such a huge time of year, and that spirit had never really left him.  Honestly, he just enjoyed being able to share that with as many people as possible.  

A wide smile spread across his features, as he looked over his shoulder and clocked a familiar face  “I’m so glad ye were able t’come!  How’ve y’been?”

Emmeline was skipping the Ministry Ball. To be honest, the last thing she wanted was to mingle with the people she was working hard to bring to justice. Even she had her limits. Instead, she went to the Tonks Home. That was a much better use of her time. The gifts for the whole family were shrunken in her bag, carefully wrapped with love. She made her way in the door, smiling as she saw Ted. “Hi!” She moved closer into the home, chuckling softly. “Of course I came. You all will be much more fun than a Ministry party. I’m doing great, how are you?”

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maraudingmoon·:

“Scrambled eggs,” Remus shook his head reproachfully, taking another hefty bite. “You’re a monster.” He added, stabbing the air between them with his waving fork before finishing the rest of the plate. His large hands splayed out over his concave stomach, letting out a satiated sigh before glancing back to his companion. “Every one in the world would be happy with a pound or two from Honeyduke’s.” The werewolf said brightly. Remus liked to get his Christmas shopping out of the way before even the first snowfall; at least it felt as though his thin wallet took less of a beating that way. “Shop’s fine, busy enough. I’m still making a right arse out of myself with that healer I took to the ball, but I s'pose ’m fine as well.” He reached for Emme’s mug, lukewarm from how long she’d likely been sitting, but took a long sip regardless. “D'you need help shopping? I’ve heard I’m excellent company.”

She couldn’t help but feel something twist inside of her as she watched Remus. He was one of her best friends, one of the few people she trusted with every fiber of her being. The idea that he might not have everything she did hurt. “I always enjoy your company. And these bags are getting quite heavy. I could use the help.” Not really. She was a witch after all. But it would give her a chance to possibly convince him to get a few things, on her tab. “And you can tell me how you’re making an arse out of yourself and I’ll do my best to make it better.” She stood up, gathering her bags before nodding at Remus. “And you’re going to have dinner with me. It’s been too long.”

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msdorkymeadowes·:

“Emmeline! Hey!” Dorcas smiled brightly, pleased to see a familiar face as she walked into the Leaky Cauldron to pick up something to eat for lunch. Unsurprisingly, the Cauldron was crowded as everyone stopped in amidst their holiday shopping and there was not an empty table in sight. Doe walked over to Emmeline as she unwrapped the scarf from around her neck. “I haven’t seen you in forever! How have things been?” She asked

Emmeline couldn’t help but smile at Doe. It was always nice to see someone from the Order outside of official business. “It has been a long time. Work and trying to keep everything organized for the holiday has been keeping me busy.” Mostly work. There was too much intelligence and not enough time. “How are you? How are things?” 

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wildheartmarls·:

Lunch was never a particular prominent part of Marlene’s day. Usually she’d just grab a light bite to eat or a snack. Sometimes it was a meal she’d miss completely just because she’d lost track of time whilst doing other things and suddenly found it was closer to dinner. Every now and then though she would treat herself to a proper lunch, and today that meant heading to the Leaky Cauldron. Naturally it was rather busy considering the hour, but as she looked around after placing her order she spotted a familiar face sitting alone. Taking her table number with her, she headed over. “Hey,” she smiled. “Mind if I join you?”

“Hey,” she said with a bright smile. It was always nice to see someone she knew. it was even nicer when she was in need of a familiar face. She moved her papers out of the way, making sure to leave enough room. She had already taken over a good part of the table. “Sorry. I’m trying to get the last bit of holiday shopping done. Each year I think I’m going to buy less but it’s never the case.” She chuckled before taking another bite of her lunch. “How are things with you? Everything okay?”