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stefannott:

“I suggest you not throw a fit because I am within fifty feet of you.” he rolled his eyes.

“I’m not one to throw a fit, I prefer actions to words,” Emma warned, arms crossing over her chest. “You wish throwing a fit was the worst I could do.”

#c; stefan

Cold digits grasped tightly onto the parchment and envelope that’d accompanied it, the creases crumpling with each passing second, the words from her uncle echoing through her mind as if he was there standing just behind her, hovering over. Flashbacks of summer nights, cold and dark in the dark stoned wall basement of his manor, goosebumps ran up and down her olive skin in thought. She hated how WEAK just a letter by him made her, how her body could tremble with such a fear that she couldn’t put to words. Reaching for her wand, she didn’t hesitate in setting the letter to flame, tension in her body slowly relieving with each scribbled word that vanished.

“Not today,” she uttered to herself, brushing the pile of ashes off the astronomy tower and hopped up, pulling her hood back up over her head to conceal her face as she slipped down the staircase and made her way for the pitch. She needed a distraction. Not caring that clock was ticking into the earlier hours of the morning,

Emma stepped up into the bleachers, discarding a flask from the garter belt she kept concealed tightly under her robes and helped herself to a long drink, only to have the refreshing taste of burning liquor interrupted by a screech in the stands, instantly glancing back over her shoulder to see what the source was.

#troubling:starter #idk i got carried away #don't feel obligated to match length

sweetroseofthorns:

Jacky was wandering around Hogsmeade that afternoon, in search of a birthday gift for her best friend, Hugo. It was just in two days and she still had no idea what to buy him. Nothing she picked out seemed good enough and it had to be perfect. Walking up to the counter, Jacky shook her item at the clerk who seemed to be in a sour mood. “Do you have these in another size?” She questioned. “Oh, so you know without even checking the back? Do you have the ability to see through walls? Wow, remind me to speak with your supervisor.” Jacky scoffed slightly at the encounter before returning her items back to the shelf, deciding that if the gift was good for Hugo, it wouldn’t be worth that much hassle. Exiting the shop, she breathed in some fresh air, intent on heading to a different shop when a familiar face made her stop.

The ability to escape to the village was both a gift and an irritant, often over crowded with students making a nuisance throughout yet here she was, time after time slipping among the crowds of people in hopes to go unseen. The last thing Emma had wanted was for someone to recognize her, realize she was up to no good as per usual. So, with a single glance over her shoulder, the raven haired girl lifted the hood of her robe to conceal her face from vision, feet dragging her down the seemingly dark and deserted alley way as she heard the echoed footsteps of what would soon be her latest victim.