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@icarus-emma
I share your sentiments completely. If I hear one more conversation about this, I’ll go mad.
Ah, Narcissa -- a constant ally even in the toughest of times. Very well, we'll endeavour to haul Hogwarts out of this slump, the heroes that we are. So, then -- what shall we give them to talk about, hm?
Library Time | Regulus and Emma
Well I have runes with the Ravencalws, so in all honesty I don’t think that it’s really that unnecessary of an insecurity. But i do work hard so we’ll see when it comes time for OWLs
Don't let them get you down. Come here and I'll tell you a secret -- that's part of their plan. Seriously, though, Ravenclaws can get proud and lazy, they have their faults just like everyone else in this castle. Focus on you, not them, that's the best advice I can give.
Roll up, roll up. Five Galleons to the angel who changes the bloody subject.
"We were meant to be safe here. No one was meant to die. I was sure no one would die. I was sure that they were all just rumors." It was embarrassing, for her to crack in public like she did in the moment, however she wanted nothing more than to scream. She hadn’t many friends and being so raw and open gave her a sense that she would lose the few friends she did. "No" Her answer was almost squeezed out.
Emmeline stood very still, waiting for everyone else to clear out- looking out for and suspicious faces. “I want to see who did this. I want to see who knew about it.”
Emma revolved around ensuring her own safety, perhaps that was why this failed to phase her -- while some looked at the dead body and saw themselves, Emma's brain struggled to register that they were the same. They weren't. "We are." She corrected, assure Emmeline. They were of pureblood, something her friend should easily forget.
Placing a hand on the girl's shoulder, Emma endeavored to steady her, to help Emmeline focus. "See sense, dear, the killer won't be lurking around here, they won't have left any clues." This wasn't that kind of story, to be sure. The crime, vulgar and menacing, had an air of expertise, of precision about it, too. Listening to Emmeline, an intelligent girl babbling nonsense, Emma knew she heard hysteria talking.
"I was wrong Emma." Were the only words that she could manage amid all the fright. And there was not a false word in that statement. So many times she had called those whom feared the dark lord fools, however she had been the fool.
Emmeline was unable to move or express any emotion. The girl just stood there, looking between the body and Emma. Some people retreated, but not the two girls. The Ravenclaw was frozen by shock, however she could not speak on behalf of her Slytherin counterpart.
Midst all the confusion, Emmeline's words fit right in. What was that supposed to mean? Emma could only squint at her and apply some patience to the situation. "What, Emmeline? You were wrong about what?" She wondered if she wanted to know the answer, truly. But curiosity bested her worry.
It was comforting to be able to occupy herself. Emma knew she would have the Prefect's task of escorting the younger snakes back to the dungeons but for now, she could help her friend. It was odd -- to see her so distraught, so frayed -- it wasn't unlike dealing with a first year. Emma would have to be tender, which rarely came easily to her. "Should we gt you out of here?" The commotion couldn't help matters.
Library Time | Regulus and Emma
Oh well, uh t-thanks. I promised my lips are sealed. And uh thanks for the vote of confidence. I enjoy runes, but I feel like most of the other students are light years ahead of me for some reason.
Knew you'd have my back. No problem. Hmm, sounds like unnecessary insecurity, to me. You ought to stamp it out if that's the case, Reg. You'd do better with out it. So long as you work hard -- and you obviously are -- you'll do splendidly.
At the sight of the body, Emmeline shuddered. However, she did not let herself be pushed back by the crowd, instead she pushed herself forward to get a better look.
"W-who would do this?" The girl reached up to the body, however it was far too high up. Blood dripped from the suspended figure, staining Emmeline’s ebony dress. Desperately she clung to the nearest person.
Emma perhaps should have been more affected than she was by the body, but the shock wore off quickly. After all, she was adaptable. Emmeline proved a different story but who could blame her? The girls had been dancing only a moment ago.
The only response to the girl's question Emma could give was a shake of her head. Taking her gently but firmly by the hand, she maneuvered Emmeline away from the blood that fell like early raindrops. "Are you alright?" Emma's voice was softened by genuine concern. She continued to glance back at the body, the unfolding scene of chaos that surrounded it, not fully processing what had just happened.
"Oh never, especially because your name is pretty short."
"Then I’m relieved. And may not dishonor my place" He grinned widely, lightly wriggling his brows. It was always nice to be around Emma, she always laughed a lot and Ted always thought of her as a lovely person. A little bit nosy, but lovely.
"Short and sweet -- just like me."
"I hope you won't." Emma felt her smile faltering and thought it best to leave. "I'll see you around, then, Tonks."
Library Time | Regulus and Emma
Well if you’re looking at it like that, I think you’d probably benefit more from Bella sitting next to you. She is Queen B after all. And I’m reading some literature on magical theory and symbols. Thought it would help in my Runes class.
To be perfectly honest -- and don't tell her I said this -- you're much cuter than Bella. Queen B, huh? I like it. I'm positive it will, if your Professor is even half as impressed as I am.
Do you still believe in love I wonder || Amycus && Emma
When she pulled away he smiled gently at her. Gently. It was a rare smile. One he only used if he was absolutely genuinely happy and he was for once. For once he actually felt like how a sixteen year old boy should feel. Forgetting about all his cares and deciding not to think about them until it was absolutely necessary. It wasn’t very often where he could actually act like a person his age.
Their friendship was one of the most important things in Amycus’s life. She helped him forget about all the troubles that waited for them in the real world. Helped him forget about almost everything except for her. He could only hope and dream that they would be friends their entire life, but true friends were not something that the pureblood world found important. What was important was allies. You were nothing without your allies. Acquaintances were also important. People you could name drop and invite to your parties. But friends? People you would hang out with and just talk? Those weren’t important to most purebloods.
And for the most part they weren’t important to Amycus, except for Emma. Merlin he was going to make himself sick thinking about it. Thinking about them. As if they were actually going to be something. As if she actually felt the same way.
Amycus was tough and prided himself on being so, but then there was Emma and suddenly he was acting soft and as if he wasn’t a future Deatheater. As if he hadn’t tortured muggles and mudbloods.
Besides Emma was a free spirit. At Slytherin parties she would mingle with everybody and flirt and dance with random guys. She wasn’t exactly the kind of girl who was planning her marriage since she would out about the standard pureblood betrothing. Neither was he, but he was wanting to get married because he wanted to produce another heir to the Carrow name. He wanted to do his duty to his family. Even if he didn’t really have a choice on who he married, he would still do what he had to do.
There was the threat of war, but it wasn’t so much a threat anymore as it was a promise. He would become a soldier. He would risk his life for what he believed in. He was sixteen and had the weight of the world on his soldiers. But damn, he needed to just be alone sometimes and get his mind off all of it.
❝Yeah, I know, but I’ve just been overly stressed lately.❞Amycus wasn’t going to go into detail, mostly because he didn’t want to, but also because he was sure that Emma didn’t really care about all his problems and everything that he was going through.
He was just not going to share his feelings. It didn’t happen.
It felt like an insult. Acting like a child was never, under any circumstances, a compliment. Amycus just shrugged and looked over at her, his mouth in a straight line. He did not want to be called a child even if she was joking. ❝I definitely don’t think that. I don’t think you would alter your actions according to anyone.❞This was Emma Vanity and she didn’t base her actions on anybody else. Especially not him.
He looked best in those moments, when he genuinely smiled. Emma was a craftsman skilled in the creation of smiles; she could detect the beautiful rarity that was true smile when she saw one. It transformed his entire face, made him almost unrecognizable as the boy who stalked the halls and fit in amongst dark allies. It was a smile that would shine out, incongruent in such a place, in such a face. Emma thought that made him look all the more attractive – his shadows, his shine. Being his friend above all else, she knew all kinds of Amycus Carrow, she thought she knew every facet to him that there was. Yet continuously, Emma was experiencing the pleasant surprise of being surprised by him.
And another thing that is marvellous – this occurs among his being over stressed. Amycus does not need to go into detail for that to whisper significance to Emma. It plants an idea in her head, suggests that maybe she does for him what she values in Amycus. There are so many different things that weigh down on their lives, too many things, yet here she was feeling light and happy. Solmn though the topic once was, Emma endeavoured to inject it with lightness and beamed up at him. “I think we could do something about that.” They seemed to need an escape equally desperately. She mulled it over for a moment, and then ideas poured from her lips. “Throw a party. Take me to Hogwarts. Or just to bed. I’m not that fussy.” A chuckle bubbled on her lips as Emma abandoned coyness, a fickle friend of hers.
Was he joking? Emma left compelled to laugh in that face of those words; it was preferred over some of the other natural reactions. However, when she checked his features, they held no trace of humour. Amycus was not teasing her, not even slighting her, he honestly believed that. How could he? In the world they were brought up in, the society they were a part of, how could she be anything but governed? Truthfully, Emma rarely just acted. She reacted, or even acted in anticipation of reaction. Her behaviour was not natural, on most occasions; it was planned and calculated, engineered. Some would have said that made her false, fake, Emma couldn’t disagree with the depiction.
Amycus had the wrong idea about her. He saw her as a gutsy, assertive, domineering opportunist and that was how Emma presented herself sometimes. But it was not, in truth, who she was. She was as repressed and controlled by the society that bred her as anyone else still in it. She was not James Potter or Sirius Black, no matter how much she admired them secretly. Emma knew that. What she didn’t know, or didn’t know before, was that hers and Amycus’s relationship was built on lies, just as much as her other alliances. She shook her frown, replacing it with a soft smile. She had just been complimented. “I’d like to think so too.” It sounded like an attempt at modesty, or a mild agreement that shouldn’t arouse too much suspicion. Emma picked the words carefully, so that she did not have to tell him the truth, but she didn’t have to lie again, either.
You could be right, but she might cry even harder if it’s even possible.
Very true. Alright then, a few Galleons might buy her silence.
Library Time | Regulus and Emma
Aww thanks Emma. Nice to know I’ll always have a spot with you.
Oh, please. I think I'm benefiting from it more than you, to be perfectly honest. What are you reading?
Ted gave her a thankful smile, and really. The whole topic was a little dangerous to him, since he knew that if anything got through to Bellatrix she’d hex him into the next universe for even looking at her younger sister. “I appreciate that. No need to be sorry. I’ll come back at you if I need someone to talk, Em”
"I hope a good place. As the loveliest Edward Tonks and Ravenclaw, M’lady"
"You do that. Don't forget little old Em."
"A place of high honour, M'lord." The way he spoke tickled her and Emm didn't even feel as though she had to hide her laughter - he was not like to take offense, it seemed.
Yeah, whatever. Can you make her stop?
I can try, Bella, but I can't promise results. Reckon she might shut up if I drop your name, though, don't you?
Library Time | Open
Excuse me is this seat taken?
Don't be so silly. I'd never refuse you, Regulus.
Can someone please go to Moaning Myrtle and calm her down. She’s crying again and I’m heading toward the point were I actually want to kill a ghost.
You never think you'll see the day when Hufflepuffs are useful and then it arrives.
“That I am. Though a lot of us do possess intelligence, that doesn’t mean it’s always used in the right ways. The same could be said of Gryffindors and their bravery, Hufflepuffs and their loyalty, and your house and their cunning. I’m not one to really make assumptions on people based solely on their houses. Of course, they have to possess the attributes and traits that ultimately placed them there, but that’s not all they are, nor is that to say that other’s from different houses don’t possess them, either.”
“…Sorry. I rambled a little bit there, didn’t I?”
"Someone who doesn't judge based on house. See, I knew there were unicorns at Hogwarts. I agree, however, I find it hard to put into practice, especially seeing as it is so common here."
"Yeah, you ought to watch that."
