Emily Bae Jinye

2nd Year StudentHogwarts Secondary School Proud to be a member of Hufflepuff

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Kiss It Better || Emily & Belle

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belle simply hadn’t thought of sharing the physical burden with emily; it was as simple as ‘emily is hurt so i should carry the heavy things’ and nothing else– to emily’s sweet request, belle shakes her head, but she’s left with stinging, blushing cheeks and a warmth from a press of lips that’s not so easily forgotten. “no, it’s okay. don’t worry about it.” keep your head on straight, belle, she scolds herself silently. it’s not the first time emily has coaxed the intelligent girl out of rationality just by one, very distracting kiss.

the light from the end of emily’s wand isn’t the only glowing thing in the room. even hidden in mostly shadows, belle thinks the flush on her face would give them away to any curious creature wandering around just like them. “keep your ears open for anything out of place,” she whispers, albeit unnecessarily. belle’s rebelliousness is enough to get them out of the hospital wing but even her confidence wavers at the thought of getting caught roaming the halls after-hours. she feels skittish at every noise, eyes widening when a rat scurries by, and biting her lip hard to keep from gasping out loud when a breeze rattles the hanging portraits on the wall. “it’s two lefts, right?” she asks emily in the smallest voice she possesses, not wanting to be overheard. “i thought the entrance was behind that statue…” did she remember incorrectly?

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Emily was so close to Belle being supported by her girlfriend, that she wondered if she could feel her heart fluttering in her chest.  Her Belle was selfless with her, and it made her wonder what she had done in some past life that had made her so lucky as to have found the beautiful Ravenclaw all those years ago now.  They say that the best lovers are also your best friends, and she couldn’t help but think at that moment that that couldn’t be truer.

“If you’re sure...” she said softly, knowing better to be argumentative with her, especially when the two of them were trying to be sneaky.  She nodded at the command, her face illuminated by the spell on the tip of her wand.  It was nerve-wracking, but also quite fun to sneak around like this, something that they both had to do from time to time to meet up with one another.  She's just as on edge as her girlfriend as they wander the hall, trying to figure out where they were going exactly "You didn't say where we were headed, love." she whispered softly.  "I trust you, y'know that.  Just lead the way~"

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New to the Loch || Emily & Zoe

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summer season meant adventurous travels to and from different european countries within france’s apparition range. zoe is a wanderlust by heart and often makes sure to explore this side of herself during her free time. as vacation comes along and as she awaits for her time at the infamous scottish school to begin, the young witch finds it perfectly so to visit the city of inverness. a place she has never been to before, which only gives her travelling desires utmost happiness. 

upon arrival at the wizarding area of the city, she was already enraptured by the beauty of the highlands. it was so strikingly different from her home city back in france yet holds this similarity all the same. perhaps it has a lot to do with the bustle of people, the beautiful architecture, and the moving scenery. it leaves her momentarily breathless, taking a minute or two to compose herself. brushing through the strands of her hair and sweeping off invisible dirt on her well pressed clothes, she trudges on. although upon realisation that she has no idea where to go, she stops on her tracks, moves to walk on a sidewalk by an ice cream shop and looks around. zoe then remembers that she has no prior knowledge of what the city of inverness can offer. it was not like edinburgh or glasglow, wherein everyone and their grandparents just appears to know where to go and what to do. she bites on her lower lip, thinking as she considers conjuring a map as completely repulsive the thought is to her. 

her salvation came in the form of a dark haired girl. while the other’s initial friendliness and her out-of-the-blue appearance made zoe wary of her assistance, her want to explore and the kind tone of the other lady’s voice was enough for her to cave in. “yes, i’m sorry for the inconvenience.” french accent apparent as she shows the politeness she was taught to hold. “i’m quite new to this city and have no idea where to go. i’m only going to be here for the entirety of the day and would really love to see more of inverness. can i ask for suggestions and better yet, directions?” 

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It wasn’t uncommon to find people who didn’t quite know where they were going in town, so finding one at this time wasn’t so odd for Emily. It wouldn’t be the first time that she’d come across someone not having any idea where they were going or what they were doing.  Most were honestly looking for the Loch to see if they could find the monster and be the one to become famous after all these years of sightings, but of course, with the magical interference protecting the kelpie, they’d come up empty-handed.

“Nah, no trouble at all!” she quickly tried to assure the other.  She didn’t mind, especially with a young girl who seemed to be on her own to try and help her out. She grew up there and it was obvious from the way the other spoke that she had not.  Emily was just the kind of person to help, and she didn’t have any solid plans since she was alone for the day anyway, so she gave her a bright smile and agreed.  “Oh sure thing!  I’ll be happy to show you around.”

There was lots of things for tourists to see, so she thought she’d probably start off there.  “What kinds of things are you interested in?  We’ve got a few things we could go do.  There’s some castles and museums.  We’ve got the botanic gardens...or Loch Ness.” she left that for last as it of course it was probably the most famous of their locations in the area.  “Of course there’s the shops and restaurants, if you’re hungry too,” she smiled again “My name is Emily, and I can be your tour guide if you’d like.”

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Kiss It Better || Emily & Belle

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even just the light touch of emily’s fingertips is enough to send shockwaves of sensation through her body. incredible how, even after all this time, this feeling still exists. belle’s heart clenches with familiar excitement and nods. “alright, let’s be super quiet and go!” no doubt the madame would try to hold them overnight if they lingered like good girls– it’s now or never, and regret if it’s never. belle steps back away from the bed and reaches for emily’s hands, fingers curling beneath the younger’s and gingerly aiding the patient until emily could get to her feet.

belle braces her girlfriend with a supportive arm around emily’s slim waist and hurriedly tugs the sheets and coverlet back into place. there is no way to disguise their leaving completely but even the little details were ones the future auror-to-be refused to miss. she kept hold of emily and hooked her books beneath her free arm with a small grunt of effort. belle might be a tall girl but her physical abilities still could use a lot of work. mind over body– the mantra. 

this late at night, the halls are quieter, with only the distant sound of rodents traveling behind the walls. the lamps flicker as they pass and belle silently cursed as the sun began to sink, leaving them with less and less light. “em, can you light your wand?” she suggests in a whisper.

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It still seemed unreal that the tall and beautiful Ravenclaw was actually her girlfriend at times for Emily.  They had started out as friends and it just had grown from there, and years had passed, and she still felt they were just as strong as ever.  A grin crossed her face with the other trying to be mischievous, it was a cute look on her.  She still winced a little, her arm was still in the sling, still a bit tender, despite the magic used to repair her broken bones.  She’d be fully okay in a couple more days, but for now, she’d fight through it to sneak around with Belle.

She felt the arm around her waist to steady her as she got her legs under her, and she took the opportunity to lean in close, brushing her lips against the soft skin of her accomplice’s cheek.  “Do you want help with those?” she asked, knowing that her girlfriend’s mind was more of her asset than her muscles.  “I still have one good arm,” she didn’t mind offering one bit.  She actually quite liked carrying Belle’s books for her when she could.

They stepped out into the hall, Emily sticking close to the other’s side.  She wasn’t even sure what time it was at this point, she wasn’t sure if they’d get in trouble for being out or not, but she really didn’t want to find out.  “Sure.” she whispered carefully back, taking her wand from her robes and uttered “Lumos” to get it to light, the dim glow illuminating the hallway.  

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curse experiment | open

The Spaniard often found himself experimenting with dark magic, preferring to play with voodoo powers or something just as dark in the gypsy magic realm. Of course, that meant that he was often on the receiving end of his experimentation and as such was often in the hospital wing of Hogwarts and one time did land himself in St.Mungo’s. But did it deter Myungsoo from his dark magic? No. Not really.

So even though he could have a grasp on some dark magic like hexes, curses and jinxes, but the thing that he was trying now was a spell that had to with the slashing. However, he had done something wrong and so, now his arm was bleeding profusely. “Fuck, fuck, fuck!” he muttered to himself, as he attempted to stall the bleeding with another spell but somehow made it worse. Of course he would.

Hopefully no one saw that until he had a chance to fix it.

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Emily would never admit it to the other Hufflepuffs, but sometimes she found the common room a little too noisy to study, and there was something about the library that she just didn’t like visiting it unless Belle was with her, so she would often go in search of an empty room to go study when the time came that she really had to put her nose to the grindstone and do her work. 

This excursion found her going into a room that she hadn’t really remembered being in before, though she almost wished she hadn’t stepped into it once she did.  A heavy feeling was in the air, something didn’t seem quite right, but it wasn’t bad enough to cause her to flee.  She saw a figure, a male deeper in the room, so she took a few steps closer.  “Hey...are you okay?” she couldn’t quite see what was going on with him, but he didn’t quite seem alright.

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Lust.

Emily had always been more of an Herbology student than a Potions one, so it was no surprise to her once the haze cleared much later that she had definitely made a mistake. 

There was never any question in Emily’s mind who she loved.  Belle was the one that she wanted to be with, the one she was currently dating, the one that she wanted to give her all to.  The class today was more of the advanced stage of potion making, something that Emily had been kind of dreading.  Amortentia was the strongest love potion out there and they would be brewing it up in their classroom that day.

Things were going fairly well until she dropped an extra ingredient that was not one of one of the ingredients she was supposed to add, but one that would drastically alter the potion.  Not only did she add the wrong thing, but the accidental dropping of it caused the potion to plop back up and into her face, making her accidentally ingest some of it. 

She assured everyone she was alright, that she was feeling fine, just maybe a little hot, as she unbuttoned the top button of her white shirt, fanning herself slightly.  She began feeling a bit uneasy, shifting in her seat a little, before looking up and meeting eyes with Minju, a 4th year Gryffindor, and someone that Emily was a little bit jealous of since she was an animagus. 

Once that eye contact had been made, the hallucinogenic properties of the new concoction set in.  She had unknowingly created a potion that would make the person who ingested it have lustful, realistic sex daydreams about the first person that they made eye contact with.  She saw Minju smirk from across the room, transforming into her lioness form before pouncing, knocking Emily onto her back, pinning her to the ground before turning back into Minju, this time sans clothing.  She started teasing Emily, talking about how she had noticed her looking at her and that she couldn’t wait to see what was under her uniform. 

In the not hallucinating world, the class was seeing a red-cheeked Emily, her eyes closed and giggling to herself about Minju, and how they shouldn’t be doing this in front of the rest of the classroom.  Back in her mind, Minju had already unbuttoned her shirt and was snaking a hand up the underneath of her skirt.  The rest of the class began hearing some not-so-innocent sounds coming from the Hufflepuff, who at this point was having trouble sitting still in her seat. 

The instructor came over, checking the contents of what was actually in her cauldron, and sighed, going over to make a mixture out of items in the cabinet to come up with a fix, which was promptly splashed in the face of Emily.  She sat up, looking quite flustered, and a bit uncomfortable as the daydream had certainly affected her in more ways than just seeing visions.  She was mortified once the professor explained what had happened, but was also very distracted by some of the things she was physically feeling. She asked to be excused, grabbing her things and running out the door to see if she could find Belle to help her with her “problem”.

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About the Houses

Hufflepuff is tea and sweaters. Hufflepuff is punching someone in the face because they need to shut up, calm down, or get the sense knocked into them. Hufflepuff is spring, seeing winter melting away and basking in the sunlight. Hufflepuff is singing loudly to Journey and Queen. Hufflepuff is having the messiest room and yet knowing exactly where to find everything. Hufflepuff is “there’s no such thing as too much chocolate”. Hufflepuff is one too many glasses of champagne so the world feels like sunshine. Hufflepuff is honestly not giving a damn what anyone else thinks. Hufflepuff is prank wars that spiral out of control. Hufflepuff is getting shit done while everyone else argues. Hufflepuff is refusing to fit into the mold, which results in hufflepunks. Hufflepuff is staying up till three am to talk someone out of depression, out of suicide, out of something stupid, convincing them how amazing and how loved they are. Hufflepuff is loyalty, is true friendship, not the plastic My Little Pony stuff but the true friendship. Hufflepuff is the first ones to get Netflix running at Hogwarts, despite magical interference. Hufflepuff is loneliness, is the intense desire for friendship. Hufflepuff is having to deal with derision and scorn. Hufflepuff is loyalty placed in the wrong ideal, loving the wrong person. Hufflepuff is drowning in emotions that bring panic attacks.

Ravenclaw is winter peace and blizzards. Ravenclaw is the beauty of white snow against evergreens and a baby blue sky. Ravenclaw is the sharpness and cutting edge of a cold breeze, the glint of a metal blade. Ravenclaw is the silence of a library, lost completely in a world of ink and screens and words. Ravenclaw is a glass of wine and an old friend. Ravenclaw is martial arts and street smart. Ravenclaw is always asking why. Ravenclaw is pages filled with writing and doodles and diagrams. Ravenclaw is telling dirty jokes in code so no one can tell why you’re laughing so hard you can’t breathe, and the teacher can’t read the notes you were passing in class. Ravenclaw is failing a class because you couldn’t be bothered to read or do homework, it was too boring and you had other things. Ravenclaw is challenging the status-quo and saying “there’s always another option”. Ravenclaw is citrus and a stash of junk food that you always seem to eat right away. Ravenclaw is learning a new language because you want to. Ravenclaw is an innocent face that can hide the dirtiest mind. Ravenclaw is a pile of books that you’ll read - you will, you promise - one day. Ravenclaw is looking up and saying “hell, when did it get to be three thirty AM”, and you have classes in five hours but decide that staying up another half hour won’t hurt. Ravenclaw is love that happens slowly, like creeping ivy, till one day you wake up and realize it’s ensnared you tightly and you wouldn’t have it any other way. Ravenclaw is addiction, to coffee, to drugs, to sweets, anything to get that clarity and that swooping feeling. Ravenclaw is coldness, is locking away resentment to fester, is “revenge is a dish best served cold”. Ravenclaw is shutting up and never ever asking for help, because you’re smart enough, capable enough to handle it. Because you have to.

Gryffindor is summer, cloudless blue skies and endless green fields. Gryffindor is adrenaline highs and truth or dare. Gryffindor is bright red lipstick and cologne that makes heads turn. Gryffindor is parties that go all night. Gryffindor is fireworks exploding in the sky. Gryffindor is standing up to anyone, friend, foe, or stranger, to tell them they’re wrong. Gryffindor is throwing your friend a beer and jumping on their lap to take a nap. Gryffindor is the love of horror games. Gryffindor is steak and burgers, Gryffindor is spicy curry. Gryffindor is taking the risk, making the leap, no matter the odds. Gryffindor is raising your hand in class. Gryffindor is passionate love, whether it be romantic, platonic, or otherwise, that sees no difference in a hand picked wildflower and a diamond necklace as long as it makes the recipient happy. Gryffindor is defending, even if it’s defending someone you hate against someone you love, because Gryffindor stands up for what is right. Gryffindor is recklessness, the uncontrollable emotion, the carelessness with laws and rules. Gryffindor is choosing the ‘morally correct’ option even if it means more are hurt. Gryffindor is solving things brashly, physically, and only making everything worse.

Slytherin is fall evenings, the air crisp but not cold, the setting sun revealing autumn beauty before darkening to show a million billion stars in the indigo inky sky. Slytherin is when the air smells like cloves and cinnamon and smoke from the crackling bonfire. Slytherin is apple pie with vanilla ice cream. Slytherin is a glass of golden scotch. Slytherin is finding comfort in jeans and a leather jacket, dying your hair and tattoos that are like artwork. Slytherin is pride in your heritage, in what it took to get you here. Slytherin is the warm blossom of accomplishment in your chest. Slytherin is tall boots and long scarves. Slytherin is the person you’d trust with anything and everything, the one you love above all else, the one you’d kill for. Slytherin is not being afraid of the dark, but remembering that night heals. Slytherin is musky forests and the steady soothing rainfall. Slytherin is sarcasm and wit. Slytherin is determination in the face of fear. Slytherin is talking your way out of situations to keep those you love safe. Slytherin is the love that shows itself quietly from day to day, with quiet brushes and unsaid favors, but that rears up in fury to defend if necessary. Slytherin is the dark side, the morally ambiguous, the race to the finish line for whatever it is you desire, shoving others aside because you have to. Slytherin is locking yourself in a shadowed corner and curling up, because it’s too much… it’s too much… and wiping the tears and standing anyway, head held high because you can’t stop now, and you can’t show weakness.

Hufflepuffs are not weak. Ravenclaws are not heartless. Gryffindors are not arrogant. Slytherins are not evil.

Break Stereotypes. Be Open-Minded.

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sins meme!

Every now and again, your lovely admins will post memes on the dash to keep things lively and active! Remember, only the admin team is allowed to start memes and we please ask you to never exceed a week (at most) with meme clutter, as we would like to get back to the central plot of the RP after the meme is through! The rules are as they always are: reblog to show that you’re up to receiving prompts and please remember to send to everyone who reblogged! Remember: it’s not fun if only one person gets all the memes!

Send me a sin and I’ll write a drabble of one (or both) of our muses exhibiting the sin!

Gluttony

Lust

Pride

Wrath

Greed

Envy

Sloth

Heresy

Treachery

Fraud

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Kiss It Better || Emily & Belle

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even when in pain, emily thought of belle’s feelings (thanks for being obvious, stomach, she inwardly grumbles) and the reminder softens the girl’s mood enough for her to smile back at her girlfriend. “i just forgot to eat,” belle excuses with a nonchalant shrug of her shoulders; it wasn’t true, and emily might know that, but belle refused to let the burden sit on emily’s shoulders even in the littlest bit. “we can always sneak back to the kitchens on the way out.” 

belle moved closer and brushed her lips along emily’s soft cheek. “i won’t stop you from playing quidditch– you know that– but… if this what you want to do, you have to accept that i’m just going to be grumpy and worry every time you get hurt.” belle caressed her with tiny kisses of affection before moving to her lips. with the lanterns turned down low and the sun sinking over the horizon and painting the sky with a flood of deepening orange… it seemed romantic, in a strangely appealing way. belle stole a kiss from her lover, pressing her lips to emily’s with a gentle pressure. her eyes gleamed with the relief she felt over having emily returned to her, safe and sound. “what say you to escaping from here?” she whispers slyly.

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Emily wasn’t about to argue over the fact that she could tell when Belle was fibbing to her, though this was most definitely a little white lie that had good intentions.  She knew her own tendency to worry about the other so she settled her head back onto the pillow and gave her a warm smile.  "Of course~  One of the many benefits of being a Hufflepuff~" she grinned, knowing that just like in primary, they had a secret in with the kitchen to get food if they needed it. She'd make sure that her girlfriend didn't go hungry because of her.

Feeling the soft lips on her cheek, Emily felt the butterflies in her stomach that she still felt even after all this time with her friend turned lover.   "I do love it," she answered back meekly, almost afraid to break the moment with her own words. Belle had an effect on her like that, just a warm serenity that made everything in the world feel right.  The affection continued, leaving Emily speechless for a moment, aside from a content sigh.  She gently guided her lips back against Belle's when they finally made contact, reaching up with her good arm to place a hand on the other's cheek.  She looked up into her eyes once the kiss broke and she nodded.  "You know I'd follow you anywhere, especially after that kiss.  Lead the way, beautiful."

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benchwarmers ;

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lucy nodded. just earlier that week when gryffindor went up against ravenclaw she was tackled into the pitches. thank god she’s taken harder hits than that. ravenclaw didn’t play dirty, not all the time. but when they knew their strategy failed them, they seemed to be on the more hotheaded side of things. ravenclaw’s biggest mistake this game was underestimating hufflepuff. that’s what really cost them what would have been their win.

lucy shrugged, paying no mind to emily congratulating other players. it was nice of her and other members to be so cordial. “s’okay,” she replied with a small smile. “i didn’t think she’d be back so quickly. i mean, we do have magic and all but….” sometimes a few days resting in the infirmary was needed, magical healing or not. she’s experienced too many time where she’d stay there a few days at a time despite having drank the right potions and such to fix everything. sometimes the body just needed to take a day or two. magic couldn’t change that.

“oh don’t say that!” lucy protested with a huff. “you can never say that it would be your fault. that’s the point of a team, emily! you use someone’s weaknesses and make them your strengths. you cover for each other, that’s the point.” there was no way that emily was so bad she could never get in the sky with everyone else but still be good enough to make the team. no, lucy wasn’t there for the tryouts but she didn’t think hufflepuffs would be kind to the point of deluding someone.

she took a seat next to emily’s belongings, watching her as she put what little stuff she had out away. “don’t think like that. you can get better. even the best of people have room for improvement.” she touched the other’s arm with a frown. “have you tried speaking to your captain? maybe you guys can try more mock games with you subbed in for once. that would be helpful!” that was probably why lucy herself could never be a captain. she’d want to give everyone a chance to play, winning or not.

“don’t you ever wish you can be in for a game?”

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lnxemily:

“None of us thought she’d be back so quickly either, but I guess she woke up and was feeling right as rain.  She didn’t look like she was bothered too much by it out there today, that was for sure.  I was happy to hear she was feeling a lot better.  I don’t like seeing people getting really injured.” she continued, with a smile, placing the last couple of items into her bag.  She was beginning to wonder why it was that she ever unpacked it when the time came, but she was always ready, just in case.  

Truthfully, Emily appreciated what Lucy was trying to do, but Emily didn’t really feel that bad about it, despite her wanting to get out on the pitch with her teammates.  “That is true, though it’s easier to keep the team happy if we’re winning, y’know?” she laughed a bit.  It seemed odd to others, she was sure, but she was willing to put up with it if it meant that they could do better without her flying. 

She really appreciated the concern that Lucy was showing towards her when it came to this, though she really wasn’t sure how to react.  “I get to practice during scrims, you know?  But they can’t seem to figure out where I work best.  The occasional time I got to play back in primary I subbed in as a Chaser, but I wouldn’t be in the top three of them even now.  So I just kind of practice wherever they put me.” she explained, not once losing her smile. She was just glad to even be on the team at this point.

“Of course, I want to play! I wouldn’t have tried out if I didn’t, but if it’s what’s best for the team, I’d rather be on the team and not playing than being placed out there and being the reason we don’t.” it hurt a little bit to think that was the case, but it was how she felt about the whole situation.

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Kiss It Better || Emily & Belle

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despite the matron’s reassurances, the worry isn’t so easy to abate. the concern belle feels is dramatized by her dislike of the game and a scowl appears, etched onto her lips and remaining there even after emily is examined. she watches as the matron gives the unconscious emily the potion to repair her limbs and remains rooted by the girl’s side, even after the sun falls and evening takes its place.

“mm?” belle lifts her gaze from the same textbook propped on her lap as she hears her name. the whispered syllables are enough for belle’s expression to soften and for her to lean forward. “well, you proved why quidditch is a ridiculous game,” she answers flatly and reaches up to adjust the pillows behind emily’s head. “you had a nasty fall,” belle explains in a kinder voice and sighs. “madam gave you a potion for the broken ribs and arm so if you’re feeling pain… at least you’re feeling something.”

she couldn’t help the accusation in her voice even if her gestures were loving as she helped emily sit-up comfortably. “that was a few hours ago, though, so we might get to leave soon once you’re feeling better.” a low rumble from the direction of belle’s stomach gives away the true state of her body after all this time. but belle, in true cool mode, ignores the betraying sound. “are you still hurting?”

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She goes to reach up with her arm for the other, only to find one is currently immobile in a sling. She frowns at this, sighing softly in the frustration.  Not at Belle, of course, she knew her girlfriend’s disposition against Quidditch, so her words were to be expected, but she was just more upset that she had yet again proven that the bench was where she belonged on the team. 

“It’s not that ridiculous, but maybe your girlfriend is for liking it so much?” she offered up, turning her big eyes back to the pretty girl next to her bed.  She gave her a thankful smile as her pillows were fluffed up.  “It’s more discomforting than anything.  I’m sure it’ll pass, though,” she tried saying the words optimistically, though she wasn’t sure she was going to be able to calm her girlfriend’s mood in that way.  She knew it was more out of concern than anything, and that fact made Emily’s heart flutter just a bit more. 

“Thank you, love,” she said with a caring tone to her voice as she was helped to sit up by Belle.  Hearing the growl of the other’s stomach and how she had ignored it for her brought a softened smile to her lips.  “You didn’t have to miss a meal for me, you know? I wouldn’t have been upset if you ate.” she ignored the question for just a moment to let her know.  “You could probably still catch the end of the meal if you go now,” she chuckled softly to herself, making sure to actually answer before getting scolded “I’m not hurting too badly, they know their stuff here~”   

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New to the Loch || Emily & Zoe

Summer vacation was something that Emily both loved and hated.  It was the wait to transition between years at Hogwarts, so that was a plus.  It meant she couldn’t see her girlfriend every day like she could at school, so that was a minus, but then again, she got to visit her at her home occasionally, which meant spending time with her parents too, which one of them was a muggle, and that was certainly interesting to her.  Plus she did get to spend time with her own family and at the preserve, so she guessed that summer at home wasn’t too bad.

This particular day she wasn’t going into the sanctuary to help out because her parents weren’t going to be there.  Instead, they were taking a trip up to the Hebrides Islands to go see the MacFusty clan and their Hebridean Black dragons that they raised.  She wanted badly to go, but unfortunately, they informed her that she’d need a bit more experience before they’d be able to take her with them. Feeling a little down, she decided to go over towards the loch and see if she could see “Nessie”.  The creature, to muggles, as she had found out, was called the Loch Ness Monster, but to the Wizarding community, the creature was the world’s largest kelpie, a type of water demon.  She had never seen it in her whole life in Inverness, but it didn’t stop her from going to take a look. She figured it was a nice day so she might as well make the most of it.

Walking towards the town a bit more, she saw a tall girl, well, almost as tall as her anyway, and she seemed a bit lost perhaps.  The town was home to both muggles and wizards, as well as many tourists coming to see if they could spot their Nessie, so she wasn’t sure just which group this girl belonged to.  “Hey there, everything okay? Y’look like you might be lost?” she gave a friendly smile as she approached her, as was her usual custom.

[lnxqi]

hi, squishy number two c:

@lnxemily

Diagon alley, Diagon alley. Qi felt like she could practically go there every other day and not get bored by the colorful display and new sales, the beautiful quills and random events. even the flowers bring about different surprises everyday, and the food down the corner was just her tastes. and so she twirled, bouncing on her heels as she strode down the bricked walkway, wasting her time away before her meeting with Dorothy later that day.

for now, it was mostly to enjoy that smell of freshly baked pumpkin pies- oh, is that another pink witch sale?

happily she brisked towards the bookstore, in its varying shades of pink at the entrance. there were floating balloons, and cotton candy-like words running in the air that spelled out the event title, along with a huge ‘everything pink is on sale’. 

( she thought that must be paradise, albeit in a small room )

so she ran, excitement budding inside of her like a three-year-old child seeing presents, only to trip over the ledge at the doorway. in slow motion her eyes widened, both hands raise into the air with no proper way of stopping herself, flying half-a-feet distance before landing on something…extremely soft.

she whined, eyes clamped shut at the ache coming from her knees that collided directly with the hard ground, but oh god she must have fell into one of those pink cushion display, because how can it be so soft and squishy? without even opening her eyes, she laid there, mumbling in French, “I’m getting this cushion.”

[lnxemily-blog]

Emily loved getting ready for the new school year at Hogwarts. She had every year from the date she was first accepted back during primary school up to the most recent one.  Diagon Alley was filled to the brim with interesting things, and it was no wonder that most, if not all, students were excited.  It always brought a smile to her face seeing the younger years running around, gathering things for their new experience. 

She had met up with Belle at one point to shop together, but they had split off again at this point, as her girlfriend had spotted some other classmates to go speak with, and Emily had wanted to check out Quality Quidditch Supplies anyway, which had bought her a playful eye roll from the Ravenclaw. 

After seeing her off and that there was nothing that she really wanted to buy (within her price range) at the Quidditch shop, she decided to check out the bookstore nearby, it looked like they were having a sale where anything pink was on sale.  It wasn’t her favorite color, but if she could find something cute, she wouldn’t mind it, so she headed in that direction, stepping past the balloons and displays they had set up, to check it out.

It wasn’t soon thereafter when she was checking out a pink pillow that was near the doorway, that she felt herself be bowled over by someone, for back of a better term, falling into the store.  Not quite knowing what hit her, now that she was looking up at the ceiling, she looked at the weight on top of her, finding a young girl muttering something in French (Emily had never quite grasped the language), her head resting directly on her chest.  “I’m not quite sure this is the right place for a nap~” she joked, wondering just how long this awkward placement was going to take place.

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[mixhina-deactivated20200911]

benchwarmers ;

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the game was over and ravenclaw lost against hufflepuff. it was a crazy game, lucy had to admit, because ravenclaw had the best ratio of all the school’s teams so far. who knew the underdogs, hufflepuff, would come and knock ravenclaw off their podium? it made lucy excited for their game against hufflepuff this weekend. you can’t underestimate the badgers. they were hard working.

lucy made her way onto the field, moving to the pit to put her bags. their practise was about twenty minutes after the game so she was there incredibly early but it was worth it. not many members of her team came out to watch the game. they’d rather get some last minute homework in before then.

she saw emily collecting her things. she was on the bench. of course she was just a sub but lucy always wondered why emily always just stayed there. even subs got games that they got to play instead of the regular players (because it got really unfair if they were benched constantly) but even so, subs usually got games they could play if they just simply spoke up and asked for the opportunity.

“hey em!” lucy called, joining her. “congrats on the win!” she watched as all the other players cleaned up, congratulating one another. a few jogged over to ravenclaw to congratulate them as well. hufflepuffs, man. they were always so considerate. (except for valentin, of course). “i thought your chaser was going to be too injured to play today. i was looking forward to seeing you play for once. what happened?”

@lnxemily

[lnxemily-blog]

Another game down in the Quidditch season and another one that Emily didn’t get to play in.  She was kind of used to it and she understood the want to win, so she couldn’t be too upset if the strategy to win didn’t exactly involve her direct involvement in the game. 

That being said, she was quite happy with the result, any day that Hufflepuff could put up a victory no matter what team they went against, but to go up against Ravenclaw and pull one out was a feat.  They weren’t the number one team for nothing.  She wouldn’t be the one to gloat about the win, though, that wasn’t a Hufflepuff’s way, and on top of that, her girlfriend Belle wasn’t a huge Quidditch fan, so even teasing her wouldn’t accomplish much.

Now that the match was over, she was getting her things together when she heard someone call her name.  She turned around and grinned once she spotted the source, Lucy, the beautiful and talented Gryffindor.  “Hey Lucy!  Thanks!  It was a great game to watch, they’re a really tough team, those Ravenclaws” she stuffed some of her things into her bag, which as usual, had mostly remained unpacked. 

She lifted up her head from her bag to wave to a couple Ravenclaws that had walked by with a quick “Good game!” to them before turning back to Lucy.  “Oh sorry there, didn’t mean to be rude,” she said with a smile.  “Oh, she took another trip to the infirmary and they cleared her just in time to play...so really, no need for me to play,” she laughed a little “It’s probably better that you didn’t, we might not have gotten the win then.” 

[lnxemily-blog]

Kiss It Better || Emily & Belle

[jeonghanrk-blog]

for someone who vastly prefers having both feet glued to the ground, the idea of actually enjoying an incredibly dangerous sport like quidditch is unfathomable to belle. the act of flying not only put one’s life at risk (she remembers her own broom lessons in primary as a horror likened to nightmarish) but to add in the additional elements of highly-competitive players attempting to knock one off their broom and bludgers that could cause near-certain head injury– belle didn’t understand what part of it is fun.

but emily loves it and belle resigned herself years ago to try to tolerate it for that reason alone. today’s practice promised to be as conventionally boring as ever and belle sat in the stands with all the other unfortunates, a charms book propped up in her lap and a pen and scroll used for elegant note-taking. with half an ear on the pitch and the other half immersed in studying, she doesn’t notice the commotion occurring in the air until the shouts of her girlfriend’s name reverberates in the open air. the book clatters to the ground as belle shoots up to her feet, eyes widening with horror.

she swipes up her fallen book and darts hurriedly down the stairs, panting heavily from the unforeseen exercise as she follows the path down to the fallen emily. an older teammate slings emily over his back and belle trails after him, her features almost as pale as the unconscious one as they hurry in the direction of the medical wing. “emily…” she murmurs in worry, but there’s not much the young woman can do with a lack of medical expertise. she hadn’t seen the accident and can only listen in mute panic as the teammate explains the situation to the medical matron in charge. the book feels light in her arms as she hugs it to her chest, her teeth worrying a dark pinkness to her lower lip as she stares on, helplessly. emily looks so fragile on the bed, so white– and it’s terrifying. “is she going to be alright?” belle asks the matron once the others have gone. her normally steady voice is tinged with worry, betraying her true lack of confidence.

[lnxemily-blog]

Quidditch was definitely not the safest of sports, Emily knew that going in, of course, having made the team back in primary school and even making the secondary school squad, but she loved it.  Flying was something she loved to do, it made her feel like so many of the creatures that she was so obsessed with, like a hippogriff, that she couldn’t help but be drawn to it.  She was never the best player, and while never making it to a starting role, she always put forth an honest effort and had typically escaped no worse for the wear, aside from the occasional bruise from bumping into other players as she went for the quaffle. 

This, however, was different.  Bludgers were unforgiving, there was a reason people were given clubs to hit them away with.  Though usually those people actually hit them, as opposed to what Emily had just done. 

Emily remained still as she was examined, as the matron ushered people aside to give her more room to work.  She had seen a lot of injuries over her years at the school and this was not something she couldn't handle.  She gave the young Ravenclaw girl a reassuring look and a pat on the arm.  "She'll be just fine, dear. It's just a few broken ribs and a fractured arm, she'll be mostly fine by tomorrow, back to practice by next week.  I'll have her right as rain." magic was certainly an amazing thing in the healing of injuries such as this. 

A couple hours later, Emily groggily woke up, and immediately the first word out of her mouth was “Belle...” she blinked her eyes open, looking over to see her girlfriend sitting by her side.  “What...What’s going on?” she attempted to sit up, though there was a tenderness in her side that caused her to wince in discomfort before she could.