she's vain.

emma eden vanity. a witch who isn't afraid to HURT you.

[fckinprongs-blog]

James frowned promptly at her tone before deciding on the spot, that he was better off keeping his mouth shut. Though of course, that was a feat that was easier said then actually completed. He stared at her for a long moment; taking in her complexion and her stance before turning his body slightly away from her. She wasnt to be trusted– that was for damned sure. “Charming.” James drawled; promptly mocking her tone in response. “A person who talks to strangers in the dead of the night, where anything can happen; really intelligent that plan is.”

[evanitys-blog]

emma snorted at the boys words, that’s exactly what he was a boy. her mouth made a ‘tsk’ noise as she fingered her wand in her robe. ‘ anything?? do continue, potter. i don’t play with children. ‘

[carrow-metohell]

Amycus took his drink from the bartender, turning his body towards Emma when she opened her mouth to speak. 

Her words hit him like a freight train. 

Instead of taking a cordial sip of his drink, his fingers fell lax upon the glass. It slipped from his grasp shattering into pieces as it hit the floor. The liquid pooled out at his feet, splashing their shoes. The colour drained from his face and he turned deathly white. Surly she was mistaken, his father hadn’t told him of a wedding proposal. His sister was to wed Antonin but he had been free from an arranged marriage; hadn’t he?

“I don’t know what you’re talking about.” He replied, licking his suddenly dry lips. The room seemed to be spinning. Amycus never had been good at dealing with his feelings or surprises and this was a bombshell that sent him careering into the black depths of confusion. His tortured mind was fraying at the seams as he struggled to compose himself. 

“You’re wrong.” He hissed, jerking his hand towards the mess at his feet. The glass collected together, reforming a jagged and poorly formed glass. The liquid bubbled, boiling as he accidentally heated it up.

[evanitys-blog]

emma watched the glass fall and a small laugh slipped from her lips. he was ghostly white and the enjoyment she was getting from his reaction was far too great. she heard him say he didn’t know what she was speaking about, and she shrugged. her father had arranged it, and apparently carrow sr didn’t care if his son knew he was to be wed or not clearly. he called her wrong, and another laugh ripped from her chest. 

‘ wrong, darling?? no, i can show you the paperwork. i have it in my purse actually. ‘ emma tapped the small handbag she held and smirked. he wasn’t going to call her a liar and get away with it. 

[reginapuritatis-blog]

She nodded, “messy indeed.” The whole affair had been rather clumsy and perhaps could have been executed  with much more sophistication. Nevertheless, it had served its purpose, striking fear in the hearts of blood traitors and mudbloods alike. Cassia did hope, however, that Death Eater activity would improve it’s strategy for their cause was just. There seemed no need for them to hide like a bunch of petty criminals… Using vandalism and terror tactics was hardly the chivalrous war Cassia had expected.

“Although, it has set the wheels in motion.” Reiterating the thoughts in her mind, Cassia spoke more out of reassurance to herself rather than for the benefit of the woman beside her. “This is only the beginning.” It brought a smile to her face to know her words rung true.

[evanitys-blog]

Emma nodded along with what Cassia said. However, she didn’t wanna speak about the war times. She was neutral, and stood her stance firmly that she wouldn’t fight in a war that is not her own. Why would she risk her lives for people who didn’t care about her, or heaven forbid wanted her dead because she was a witch.

‘ I don’t want to speak of the war, Cassia. You know my stance. You dears are too messy and vile for me to speak about this. Merlin, we’re in a public place. ‘

[carrow-metohell]

A whole lifetime to get used of that? What the hell was this girl talking about. The comment caught Amycus so off guard that he was unsure of how even to respond to her. His mouth hung open stupidly for a moment before he regained his composure and snapped it shut. “Yeah, in your dreams.” He replied with a smarmy smirk.

Amycus headed straight for the bar and ordered a double baileys. He waited for the bartender to bring him his order, noticing Emma follow him to the bar. 

[evanitys-blog]

Emma watched his reaction, and when made the comment - a laugh escaped her lips. In her dreams, he wasn’t to be her future husband. In reality, he’s her betrothed, and clearly he did not know.

‘ We’re betrothed, darling. ‘

[reginapuritatis-blog]

Cassia sighed, taking a sip from her refilled glass; albeit with a little less enthusiasm than she had done earlier. Once again, Emma’s response was restricted, restrained somewhat, and it made her wonder as to why the woman seemed so guarded. Had she always been this way? Cassia couldn’t remember, her recollection of Emma at Hogwarts faded. Perhaps her former housemate had no reason to not be. After all, times such as these provided little opportunity for one to let their guard down.

In an attempt to rekindle the conversation, Cassia shifted the topic. “So,” she said, her tone still frosty, began to thaw. “Did you hear about what happened at King’s Cross?” A dark smile crept across her features as she looked to her companion for a response, interested to see what Emma had made of such an event.

[evanitys-blog]

Emma followed suit with taking a drink from her glass. She wondered for a moment why she was being so short, so sharp and quick. Her first thought was she rarely spoke with anyone from school. The second was that Cassia made her uneasy on some days. She knew what side of the war she was on, while Emma stood in the middle on neither side. 

Her head lolled to face her friend and a bitter laugh escaped her throat. She thought the attack was sloppy, messy and downright disgusting. She wouldn’t voice all her thoughts, in fear of angering her friend. “It was messy, but, I did.”

[carrow-metohell]

The woman turned around and revealed herself to him. Ah, it was Emma Vanity blocking the pub entrance. Amycus knew her fairly well from their time together on the Slytherin quidditch team. “Amy?” He asked, his eyebrow arching sharply, “that nickname is not sticking.” 

Amycus looked at Emma then the door, “shall we?” He asked, sliding past her to open the door and gesturing inside.

[evanitys-blog]

Emma had rarely seen Amycus after Hogwart’s, and it was amusing due to the fact that they were to marry eventually. A betrothal contract that would put her in a loveless marriage but give her power. She laughed softly at the comment about the nickname, and she couldn’t help her sarcastic comment that slipped out. “You have a whole lifetime with me to get used to it, so start now.”

When he slipped past her and towards the door, she nodded and entered after him.

[reginapuritatis-blog]

“I see…” Cassia trailed off, a slight smile on her face as she inspected her glass. Emma never was one for details and it seemed that, in this instance, she proved to be no different. “You, lonely? Never.” Her tone was playful yet sharp. The woman had not quite satisfied Cassia’s question and so she remained curious. She found it difficult to believe that Emma could find herself without sufficient company unless, of course, she did not want it. The thought stuck with Cassia and she began to think that perhaps their meeting was more of a hindrance to her former housemate rather than a help.

Cassia laughed in an attempt to hide her irritation. Was there really any need to go on about her cloak, or in this instance, lack of? “Yes well…” Her voice was far less amicable as she met Emma’s gaze. “It seems I underestimated the weather, it shan’t happen again.”

“Although, I must commend you on your faultless observational skills. It seems as though nothing would simply pass you by.” Words soaked in sarcasm, Cassia offered her companion a sweet smile before heralding the bartender once more. “Another?” She asked, gesturing to Emma’s glass.

[evanitys-blog]

Emma watched her friends reaction, and it was only when she made a comment about her never being lonely that a laugh escaped the woman. Emma knew loneliness. Loneliness was her childhood, loneliness was her Hogwarts days and now loneliness resided within the thin walls of her flat that allowed her to listen to each word her neighbors said. No, Emma was lonely. However, sitting with Cassia made the loneliness somehow seem far away and not close enough to touch her. Not close enough to let her think about what the future held and what thoughts she hated to think about. No, loneliness wasn’t attached to Emma right now. 

The brunette smiled slightly at the voice that escaped Cassia’s mouth. Emma didn’t let her thought slip through her lips, although it stood at the far front of her mind. She let the woman continue to speak and when the sarcasm slipped through, she rolled her eyes. “Yes.” The question about another, now her third drink was met without resistance. 

[fckinprongs-blog]

As a yawn escaped from his mouth, James had officially decided that the night was pretty much over. With a farewell nod to Remus, James tightened his cloak around his chest and began to make his decent home. Thoughts of warm tea and Lily sitting at home made him even more eager to escape the chill and to escape the loudness of celebration– a feeling that didnt come often. So, it was with that, that James wandered through the abandoned and dark streets alone. Eventually though, as the time ticked on, James found himself getting lost within his own mind and it was as another voice broke his thoughts, did he jump slightly.

“Er sorry– must’ve been talking to myself.” James answered slowly, not being able to fully focus on the new arrival with his shit eyesight and the poor lighting. 

[evanitys-blog]

Emma crossed her arms over her chest at the sight of the man. She vaguely remembered the face, but couldn’t place a name with it. Her tongue flicked out to swipe her lips as she scrutinized the person. She wasn’t sure what she planned to do, she either had the option of speaking, or ignoring him and continuing on her way. However, she decided on the latter. 

“Charming, a person who talks to themselves.”

[reginapuritatis-blog]

Mirroring the actions of the woman beside her, Cassia took a sip of firewhiskey, wincing slightly as she swallowed. It had been a while since the brunette had drank the lethal liquor, although, no matter how many times she drank firewhiskey, she simply could never get accustomed to the fiery trail it left as it slid down her throat. Setting the glass down onto the counter, Cassia met Emma’s gaze. “That is good to hear,” she commented, resting her hand against the now empty tumbler before nodding. “I have indeed, the odd hurdle here and there but nevertheless I am well.” 

Cassia sighed, “so, what brought you here on this fine evening?” She asked, gesturing to their surroundings. Had she the choice, Cassia would not have willingly spent a great deal of time in a place such as this. Although it brought back happy memories, her tastes in scenery had somewhat improved and it make her curious to know why Emma was here.

[evanitys-blog]

Emma laughed softly at the sight of Cassia wincing. She thought the alcohol was smooth, no matter how much it made her throat burn and convulse from the intrusion. The brunettes head nodded automatically to the womans words. Her head turned to listen to her continue to speak. She wasn’t sure what brought her into the shabby place. Maybe it was to get away, or maybe it was because she had begun to get lonely staying home all the time. No matter what, she was out. 

“Lonely, bored, quite a few reasons. I’m assuming you’re here because you forgot your cloak.”

[agntcarterwrites-archive-blog]

Modern Marauder Era Aesthetics : Emma Vanity

Vanity comes from a French origin and the meaning is “empty; inflated in pride.” Which of course is a great last name for them, because Emma included, all of the Vanity’s had surging pride. Never wanting to give up, always saying that they’re right and no one else is. This brought up a lot of conflict in the Vanity household and Emma was just glad she wasn’t in most of them.

[reginapuritatis-blog]

Cassia frowned as Emma’s eyes lingered about her shoulders as if to make it clear she disapproved of the brunette’s choice to leave home without a cloak. She did not like to think the other woman thought her stupid, no matter how small and insignificant the reason. Thinking better than to press the topic further, Cassia feigned a smile, sighing lightly in an attempt to shake off the minor slight. “I would hate to keep you waiting,” the brunette spoke nonchalantly, more out of politeness than anything else. 

When Emma made it clear she would stay a while longer, Cassia nodded curtly. Hailing the bartender, she ordered two firewhiskeys before turning her attention back to Ms. Vanity. “So, Emma, how have you been? Well, I hope.”

[evanitys-blog]

Emma made her way to the bar and easily slid into the seat. Her eyes looked up as if to signal the bartender, but Cassia had already ordered their drinks and they were quickly placed in front of the two women.  She immediately took a drink of the amber liquid that burned her throat before turning her attention back to her friend. 

“I’ve been well, I hope you have been as well?”

[carrow-metohell]

“You heading inside or are you just going to hover in the door?” Amycus asked the figure in front of him impatiently. It had been a long morning and he was starving. The Hogs Head was the perfect little place for him to grab a bite to eat before he continued with his business in Hogsmeade. At least it would have been if the front door wasn’t blocked.

[evanitys-blog]

Emma frowned slightly upon seeing Amycus, however, it was quickly replaced with a small smile. “I might just hover here, seems fun to keep you from entering, dear Amy.”

[reginapuritatis-blog]

Having greatly misjudged the weather, Cassia wrapped bare arms across her chest as the wind knifed at her porcelain skin. She frowned, glancing up at the sky which now appeared dark in patches and scattered with cloud. Rain. Rain was inevitable and there was no chance the brunette would risk getting caught in it and so, with hurried footsteps, Cassia found herself in seek of temporary refuge.

A light shone from a window not too far ahead as voices flooded the empty street. A sense of relief washed over the young woman as she approached the unmistakable Hogs Head. Memories of happier times; times she shared among her housemates in Hogsmeade, as they often did in order to escape the restraining walls of Hogwarts, brought a smile to her delicate features. Lost amidst her own thoughts, Cassia carelessly brushed shoulders with another as she entered the establishment. Mumbling some form of apology, Cassia turned to face whomever she had knocked into and was surprised to see it was someone she recognised. “Emma,” the brunette greeted with a smile. “I see you too are looking to escape the cold.”

“Care to have a drink with me?”

[evanitys-blog]

Emma hadn’t intended to bump into anyone she personally knew. The brunette however was a bit happier to know that it was just Cassia and not any other former Slytherin she’d rather avoid for the rest of her life. Her eyes automatically scanned the other woman, and a small noise escaped her throat at the lack of a cloak Miss. Avery clearly did not have. She would be the one to not think of wearing a cloak on a day that rain was clearly bound to fall. 

“Escape the cold? No, I’m quite warm. Escaping home however, I am.”

However, at the words of a drink, she nodded and held the door open for the other one. “Of course.”

[tmh-gloucester]

[evanitys-blog]

The sound of heels bounced into the the thick dark night like muggle firecrackers going off. Emma Vanity was trying to get away, that’s how she found herself in front of the Hogs Head, her cloak being pulled tighter around herself. However, a voice broke her thoughts and movements, and she spun around to face the person. 

“Yes?”

[victishonor-rpg-blog]

EMMA VANITY ✖ NEUTRAL ✖ TAKEN ↳ FC: Jessica De Gouw

BASICS;

Archetype: The Perfectionist

Former House: Slytherin

Blood status: Pureblood

BIOGRAPHY;

Emma Vanity is a pureblood witch. However, her family name doesn’t carry the same weight as the Lestrange’s or the Black’s which left her with a desire to show them who she was and to prove her worth as an accomplished pureblood witch. Emma always lusted for more than she had which is why she has managed to build up a name for herself as the years have gone by. Before she joined Hogwarts her family were at the bottom of the pureblood social hierarchy, but after having a daughter become Captain of the Slytherin Quidditch team and graduate with the title of Head girl, the Vanity’s have become more respected.

Emma’s parents work for the Ministry as legal officials. Having busy career lives meant that her parents had little time for their daughter when she was growing up. As a result of this Emma spent most of her time being raised by her Grandparents. It was her Grandfather that encouraged and nurtured her passion for quidditch, teaching her all he knew. Her Grandfather had been a key member of the Chudley cannons in his youth meaning that he was a spectacular coach for her. On the rare occasion that Emma’s parents were home, they showered her with both affection and gifts.

After graduating from Hogwarts, Emma had plans to train along with the Holyhead Harpies but it seemed like the war was intent on pulling her away from her dream. Her mother was fairly neutral to the cause, not wanting to be involved with the troubles but Emma is aware of her father’s support for the dark lord. It was through this support that her father had made the appropriate connections to arrange marriage to Amycus Carrow.

Marrying Amycus is the chance Emma needs to finally boost her social status. She is sorry to leave the Vanity name behind after all the work she put into raising her families social status but she sees this marriage as an opportunity to solidify her presence in the wizarding world. Amycus was a man that oozed power and control, something about that appealed to her. Although she was never going to become the stereotypical passive wife. Married life wouldn’t change her ambitious nature.