It was over the Christmas holidays, the time when Emmeline Vance realised just how much she cared for Rodolphus Lestrange. That was the time she finally understood exactly just how much she felt for him, the moment she felt it in her chest, and the truth dawned on her, hitting her hard. Between the secret meetings, the passionate kisses, the smiles and the warm embraces- she realised just how much in love with him that she was. It occurred to her, that even whilst holding the knowledge that the two would never be, that he was the one for her. The one who could provoke such feelings, such indescribable emotions; of course, that was until now. Now she knew that she had fallen in love with him, that no one else could ever give her the effect he did, both physically and mentally. And even though she knew she had no choice, she knew that if she did, she would have chosen to spend her life with him. To be with him, for him to be hers. Alas, fate had other plans, and she knew that beforehand. Yet, that didn't stop her from losing control of herself, for allowing herself to fall so hard, so fast. Emmeline was in love with Rodolphus, and now with that knowledge of exactly how much he meant to her, it left her plagued with the decision of telling him, or keeping it a secret. The last thing she wanted was to confuse him, scare him off even, when she knew that time was running out ever so quickly. Still, she couldn't shake off the feeling, she never could, especially now she knew exactly what she was feeling. For now, she would go on as normal; Emmeline would continue to cherish every moment with him, and for now, she would pretend that the burning ache in her chest was non-existent. For how long she would manage to do that, she didn't know. All that she knew was that she was in love with him, and that she would treasure him and all the time they share, until the day they have to part.