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“I am so bored lately,” His countenance spelled out defeat, Sirius dragged his feet along the concrete all the way to the kitchens. “I’m famished. I hope I can sneak out, at least, a banana.”
❝ Bored? How is that even possible between terrible parties and tortured peers? One’s liable to think everything’s gone to shite if you’re the bored one. ---- --- Unless you’ve been body snatched. ❞
❝ C'mon then – surely we can find you something better than a banana ❞
“Gladrags had the most amazing set of rings the last time I was there! They’re enchanted to change from silver to gold to copper depending on what you’re wearing! And I’ve got to pick up some more of my favorite quills before they run out. So hopefully we get a chance to go soon.”
“Honestly, as long as Gryffindor isn’t playing Ravenclaw, I’m rooting for you lot. Hell of a lot better choice than the badgers or snakes!” Sybill didn’t care too much for Quidditch, but she always made a point to go to all the good-weather matches in a year.
❝ Do they? Ugh! Now I’m absolutely dying to go! ❞
❝ ---- Well, for the rings… not that new quills aren’t a great buy as well. I’m just more fond of the clothing and accessories. ❞
At the mention of the Slytherin team, Emmeline couldn’t help but roll her eyes, her chest heaving in a deep sigh, ❝ I swear if they get another win on us I’m going to break a broom over their head! ❞
❝ -- -- Or perhaps I should leave that to Lily, ❞ she giggled, still tickled over her fellow lion giving one of those horrid snakes a black eye.
“Well we did all put up with him long enough. Honestly I let my anger get the best of me which wasn’t was wise as I thought at the time. I don’t condone violence but I suppose it did feel rather good at the time.”
❝ Honestly? You were fabulous! Maybe you should let your anger get the best of you more often. ❞
❝ -- -- Not to condone violence or anything, of course. ❞
“Actually, you fucking cretin. I inquired in regards to the specific event in which you were referring.” She snapped, her eyes hardening. “At no time did I request your insight into my personal relationships. Do you understand the difference? Or do I need to carve it into your skin?”
❝ You said what about the Carrow boy. To which I assumed that since you two are friends you’d have known what happened and wouldn’t need to ask a lowly Gryffindor. ❞
❝ —- – I don’t give a damn about your bloody relationship with him. ❞
❝ Go grill someone else – I don’t need to witness this horrid attitude of yours or listen to it. ❞ Despite her firm tone, Emmeline took a step back, unsure if the Black was just raging as usual or actually intended on following through on her threat, literally or otherwise. One hex a month was plenty for Emm. The less the better.
That didn’t mean she planned on becoming some silly coward.
“You know me so well Emmeline. Well, perhaps you can write mine just to learn more? Isn’t that a great deal?”
❝ That’s a horrid deal and you know it Fabian Prewitt. --- --- -- Even better than I know you. ❞
She pretended to think about it for a long moment. “All right – but only because I’m taking that as a compliment.”
❝ That’s because it was a compliment. ❞ Emmeline’s lips remained parted, another string of words brewing on the back of her tongue before she kept them from spilling forth.
I’m not so sure anyone else would’ve handled what you’d been through quite as well...
We don’t need anymore innocent people getting hurt or dying.
I wish this all would end.
❝ Perhaps we can find something to wash it down with, ❞ Emmeline winked, knowing it’s take much more than a treacle tart, no matter how delicious, to drown out recent events.
After her short rant, she finally grasped who she was speaking to. Emmeline Vance. She had never been one to confide so indiscriminately, but she had never been involved in anything sinister before. Sensing the other girl’s struggle with comforting her, she was struck with guilt. Who was she to be putting her problems on someone else? What gave her the right to burden these issues on someone who was only a casual friend, who maybe even only counted her as an acquaintance? Embarrassment burned her cheeks as she tried to find the right words to rectify her utter faux-pas.
“Yes… yes I’m certain you’re right! Of course. I just need something to distract me. Hopefully we have a Hogsmeade weekend soon, some retail therapy would certainly help,” she said with a small laugh. Eager to turn the subject away from herself, she began again, “So, Emmeline, how is quidditch going? Gryffindor better watch out, I’ve heard the Ravenclaw team is quite good this year!”
❝ Retail therapy solves everything! Well, alright, not everything, but it’s it’s gotta help, right? ❞ All discomfort vanished from her features when Sybill changed the topic to one she was far more familiar with.
Quidditch was yet another that the brunette lioness was well acquainted with. Although, it’d be a bold-faced lie if she tried to claim she wasn’t competitive. ❝ Quidditch is, as always, fantastic. Sorry to say but I’m afraid Ravenclaw should just accept their losses now. Have you seen us this year? We’re practically ruling the pitch, ❞ she boasted, the girl never being one for modesty.
“My personal relationships are none of your business.” Bellatrix snapped.
❝ You’re the one that asked. ❞
Doris helped herself to a third serving of treacle tart. When she spoke, it was between mouthfuls of syrup and breadcrumbs: “This is the best treacle tart in the history of treacle tarts. If I die while eating it, I want it left in my throat. This baby is following me to the afterlife whether it wants to or not.”
❝ You must share! Please? With a cherry on top? --- --- And a shopping trip? ❞
❝ It’s been one of those weeks -- and one where I’d prefer it if you didn’t die, from a treacle tart or any other measures. ❞
“Have you done the potions homework? I haven’t even decided which draught I’m going to write my essay on. They’re all so hard. I haven’t had an appetite for a week since Slughorn’s Veritaserum lecture,“ Molly said, shuddering at the memory.
❝ Some of it. I've still got a bit to go. I’ll help you with yours and you help me with mine? Maybe I can even sneak some sugared butterfly wings from the stash in the common room. That’ll be sure to give you an appetite. ❞
❝ ---- I chose the draught of peace myself. ❞
“If you write this transfiguration essay for me, I’ll do whatever you want, just — please. Something couldn’t be any more boring.”
❝ As long as you do my Arithmancy homework for a wee- wait, no, nevermind.
❝ --- --You’d probably lower my grade and I can’t afford that. My mum would serve my head up at Christmas dinner! ❞
“ oh please. i didn’t … hit him — blimey, there was a bug on his face !! ”
“ supposedly, i have uh … ‘a n g e r’ issues. whatever the hell that means. ”
❝ It looked like you did. I mean, not that I’m judging... ❞
❝ -- You’ve gotta admit, you do get a tad ticked from time to time. ❞
If you could go anywhere in the world, where would you go and why?
I always thought I’d fancy a sunny beach somewhere. I do adore those flowy dresses and being barefoot. ——— Speaking of…
We should most definitely have another party at the lake! But… you know, without all that bottle spinning and bickering.
So, confess: you fancy James Potter. It's ok, you can admit it! And then you can take a number and wait your turn, like all his other birds.
Ummm… well… this is a rather rude one, isn’t it? I don’t wait my turn for anything.
If I fancy someone and they aren’t interested, then I move on my merry way, just as any smart bird such as myself should do.
She lifted her mug, examining the sides to see if she had spilled any. The last thing in the world she wanted at this moment was to get into a fight with someone for dousing them with hot tea. Satisfied with her lack of clumsiness, she turned her eyes to Emmeline’s. The other girl’s question hung in her ears.
“Yes, I’m fine,” she assured weakly, “Just haven’t been myself this week. Might be catching the first cold of winter, you know. And there’s been so much coursework, that’s always distracting. Oh! And there’s the fact that He-Who-Must-Not-Be-Named tortured a student in the castle.” Her voice grew more upset as she spoke, but she stopped herself before sounding too ridiculous.
After composing herself, Sybill continued, “I’ve barely been able to focus enough to read tea leaves, I haven’t managed to scry at all! Just when I need it most, the Sight evades me… It’s just very troubling.”
Many who knew Emmeline would probably call her kind, but it wasn’t the sort that showed itself in conventional ways. She didn’t have the soothing, tender voice that those like Sybill had. And if she was being quite honest with herself, a lot of her world revolved around her. So when someone came to her upset, like clockwork, the seventh year brunette would freeze in place, pinching her lips together as she tried to configure some sort of appropriate response.
❝ Maybe you just… need to take a step back? A lot’s been going on for everyone. It’s okay to feel flustered. I’m sure you’ll be back to reading — what was it? Tea leaves? Whatever. ❞
❝ — — I’m sure you’ll be back to it in no time! ❞
“Sadly I haven’t been there while the glorious thing happened, but yes, I’ve seen him and I have to admit that this bruise and the black eye suits him quite well, don’t you think?”
“And as for the party: I’m totally in. Let’s throw her one to celebrate how awesomely she kicked his ass. Or rather hit his face. Anyway, we should to something fun to distract us from what happened Halloween. And what would be better for it besides throwing a party?”
❝ Oh, absolutely! Best he’s ever looked, if we’re being honest. Maybe he’ll even get another to match before the week is up. ❞
❝ ------ A party where we don’t invite a single one of those snakes. ❞
