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The sound of her laugh causes him to tuck his tongue into his cheek, and his fingers slide easily into her grip in turn as he keeps up his end of the conversation with the youngest Vance. Mate, mate, mate, you’ve got it completely wrong - the beater’s are some of the most integral parts of the whole thing. Without someone to knock the wind outta people, where would the chasers be? The seekers? Hmm? Only thing I will concede to Puddlemere is that they do have some of the best flyers in the league - but my loyalty remains steadfast to the Falcon’s, mate. If you can’t beat ‘em, just plain beat ‘em.

Gideon pulls a face as well, agreeing with Oliver. I know - it’s all sheep-work, or something, the Tornadoes fanbase. Load of bollocks, really. He grimaces, scrunching up his face as he silently curses his mouth. Don’t repeat that, your sister might just murder me in m’sleep. Be a rather horrid way to die, in your beds. Rather go out fighting, m’self. Raise a bit o’ hell, kick some ars-butt, with Fab - my twin. He says the last part more for Oliver’s benefit than anything else, and nods his head thoughtfully.

Gid’s eyebrows raise as Vancey interjects, and the lanky ginger shrugs, pushing back his hair. Well, who’m I to say no to such an offer? Hmm? After all, someone’s gotta keep Vancey from turning into an actual, proper bookworm - can’t have her eating her books now, can we mate? And gotta leave some books for the rest of us, a’right Vancey? He digs her in the side lightly, chuckling a little at the blush as he ducks his head to press a kiss lightly to her cheek. Sure, why not? Be nice to see Vancey in her natural habitat - plus, we can chat some more about Quidditch, right mate? He turns his head to Oliver and offers him a wink. And between the two of us, I’m sure we can get her out of the book shop a moment or two quicker than usual. 

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"Nuh uh," Ollie continues to argue, shaking his head. Emmeline knows he's always been a fast supporter of seekers - and aren't they the ones that win the match most of the time? She isn't very sure; yes, she's been to one or two games, but that doesn't qualify her knowing the entire sport. "the seekers're so fast that they can fly away from the bludgers without having beaters to deflect them. Like...Wronski Feints and all. But you've gotta be talented - like someone on Puddlemere, for instance - to win."

She hears the curse and purses her lips; Ollie laughs, grinning mischieviously. He's heard some curses before from Nathaniel (whispered mutters, almost intelligable) but his sister's new 'friend' will probably teach him loads before the day's out. Not that he'll tell Mum about them; she'd just have a wail and lock him up in his room without supper. "You have a twin?" he asks, flabbergasted. "Does he look like you? Like - exactly like you? Or is he shorter? Or fatter..." Emmeline's eyes widen, and she squeezes Ollie's hand lightly. He makes a yelp of surprise and looks up to her; understanding the look, Ollie turns his head down apologetically. "Sorry."

Her blush deepens. E-eating them would be pointless, Giddy, she says (in a half tease), leading them down the road with a gentle tug. Today is turning out to not be such a bad day after all. She's got her two favorite boys with her, and no Mum in sight. "Quidditch, yeah!" Ollie enthuses, wiggling from Emmeline's grip to switch onto Gideon's side. "the only person in my family that knows about Quidditch is my Dad, and he's always out so I never get to talk to anyone about it. Which is funny, 'cause you think Emmy would know a bit 'cause she reads so much, but I guess she doesn't read everything, y'know? Selective reading, or something. Which is a shame, 'cause the books she gives me are really cool. Maybe you should read more of those, Emmy? Instead of your boring books about Potions and the like." Emmeline gives her brother a wry, rather rare smile. If I read t-those books I would h-have nothing to give t-to you, Ol.

Inching closer to Gideon (but still remaining a good distance away; she doesn't want to scare him off, or something), Emmeline whispers. I--ehm, t-think he likes you. 

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"She was a princess, who lived in a tower. But then she met a boy, a stable boy really, who bet too much, and who dragged her on adventures around the castle. And they fell in love, and he was going to marry her when a war started and the princess and the stable boy had to fight.

But then the princess realised she was going to have a baby, and told the stable boy who wanted to marry her and to tuck her away from the fighting. But the princess had other ideas in mind - and then the princess had her two babies, and they were beautiful things - but the princess was tired, and she fell into a deep sleep that she didn’t wake up from. So her stable boy moved her to a castle in the sky, where she’s waiting for him, and for her two babies to come see her again."

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BOOKWORM VANCE 

a mix for the girl with her head buried in the books; juggling studies, squib brothers, and friends off to war without complaints; not saying much but wanting to say everything.

i. you ain’t alone - alabama shakes  ||  ii. fix you - coldplay  ||  iii. perfect world - kodaline ||  iv. pain - jimmy eat world  ||  v. brother - matt corby  ||  vi. keep breathing - ingrid michaelson  ||  vii. beauty from pain - superchick  ||  viii. slipped away - avril lavigne  ||  ix. three wishes - the pierces  ||  x. kid fears - indigo girls  ||  xi. i would do anything for you - foster the people  ||  xii. 40 mark strasse - the shins  ||  xiii. flesh and bone - keaton henson  ||  xv. rivers and roads - the head and the heart

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To be quite honest, Gideon found the smallest boy’s inquisitive nature rather endearing, and the grin that spreads across his face as he goes on - Ollie, that was his name? Oliver? - is reassuring and confident. It’s as though he’s talking to Bill or Charlie, but minus the redhair and add a spoonful of Vancey to the mix. The other one, Nathaniel (he recalls the name abruptly, interrupting his musings), disappears after some muttered words that he doesn’t quite catch, and Gideon shrugs, relinquishing his grasp on Vancey to shove his hands into his pockets. Oh, certainly - Quidditch, who doesn’t love a spot o’ quidditch to round off the day, ‘ey? Puddlemere though - Gideon inhales through his teeth, nose scrunching up in a (sort of) joking manner. I guess I’ll have to forgive you for that kiddo - Falcons, all the way though. Not just because of their twin beaters y’see - even though that’s just a really good bonus, because who’s better coordinated than two people that in tune with the other, right? But because they’re what makes the interesting. Gideon nods in what he perceives to be a sage manner, even if he’s not sure he’s made any sense on the matter. But if you’re ever approached about the Tornadoes mate, and this is important because their supporters are like trolls, y’see - bit daft- just smile and nod. Don’t argue- they can sense a non-fan from a mile away.

Just smile and pretend you don’t speak English. What’s your reckoning on who’s gonna win the cup this year, after last years shambles - I’ve got money on Puddlemere and Falcons on placings. Gotta keep m’faith in m’team, right mate? Briefly, his eyes flick to Vancey, trying to read if what he’s doing with her brother’s what she wanted him to do, or if he’s just bollocking it up evermore with his continued jabbering. 

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A short laugh can't help but burst from her lips as she see's Ollie's expression upon learning Gideon's a Falcon's supporter. She's never understood the game herself; yes, it took some skill to maintain the balance, but what was the entire point of shooting balls into hoops and catching flying objects? Not to mention that it was extremely dangerous and brutal - the beaters could knock a person out for a week if the shot was aimed right. Her hand reaches to make contact with his, and she rubs her thumb ever so gently across the bumps of his knuckles - as if she's scared that touching him any firmer will cause him to fly away from her. 

"The Falcons haven't won the League twenty-two times, though," Ollie argued, his blue-grey eyes sparkling with admiration. Finally, someone educated he could talk to. "and the only reason those beaters're interesting is 'cause they like to smack people out of the sky with their bats instead of their bludgers. Puddlemere's got class, you know, and style. They don't need to whack people outta the air to win." The words fly out of her littlest brother's mouth, and Emmeline's eyes widen with how candidly he speaks. It's the only time he'll get to do this before we leave for Hogwarts, she thinks sadly, allowing him to say what he wants without pause. It's not like Mother will let him do anything he wants to. 

Ollie pulls a face at the mention of the Tornadoes. "Ew," he begins, wrinkling his nose childishly. "I don't know why people like them now; they were only good ages ago. All the good people have retired - or gone to Puddlemere." Her brother laughs, a high-toned sound that makes her shy smile widen. "Right."

The exchange between Oliver and Gideon makes her more than happy; she squeezes Gid's hand and gives him an encouraging nod to reassure him. Taking her Ollie's hand with her free one, she breaks off the conversation about Quidditch to discuss something else. I've g-got to get supplies f-for Hogwarts. If you don't h-ha--

Her brother cuts her off, extremely excited at the prospect of having his new Quidditch friend coming along. "Please come! It's so boring watching Emmy buy hundreds of books!" Emmeline's cheeks fade back into a blush. 

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Resting his chin quite comfortably atop the blonde’s head, Gideon barely registered the poke to his side, and he pulled a face as he tuned back to the conversation. I’m your… Oh, yes, Gideon Prewett - Vancey’s consort. Her beau. With a massive shit-eating grin on his face, Gideon coughed in an attempt to disguise his laughter, though some of it filtered through in a sort of strangled chuckle. Her… And now the word, all of it’s seriousness and the implications makes it stick in the back of his throat, and he semi-chokes on it momentarily.  … B-Boyfriend.

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Emmeline's face has gone completely red by now; unfortunately, having Gideon state the fact that they're dating still makes her turn into a bumbling twelve year old. Ollie stares open-mouthed at Gideon, completely taking in the boy that's got his arms around his sister. Nathaniel merely crosses his arms and hides an eye roll - he already knew about this from some gossip as school was ending. 

"So...do you like Quidditch?" Ollie asks, perking up once he's finished scrutinizing Gideon. "I like Quidditch - a lot. It's my favorite thing. Ever. But mum doesn't let me play. She says it's too dangerous, might fall of my broom. Anyways, what's your favorite team? Mine's Puddlemere United, and -"

"Oll, shut it," Nathaniel groans, rubbing his temple. "he doesn't care about your bloody Quidditch obsession." Her younger brother turns to her, blank-faced and unamused. "I'm going to go and actually shop for what I need," he tells her, raising an eyebrow. "See you at home."

Ollie is severely disappointed with his brother; he hangs his head, scuffling his shoes against the cobblestone of the street. Wriggling herself gently from Gideon's embrace, Emmeline bends down to her brother's level, lifting up his chin and brushing some of the blonde hair from his eyes. He's just grumpy because he can't see t-that muggle girlfriend of his anymore, Ollie. Don't w-worry. I'm sure Giddy'd love t-to talk Quidditch with you. 

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Part-time job hunting and flat hunting had eaten up most of Gideon’s day in Diagon Alley- he wasn’t sure where Fab’d gotten off to, but he was sure his twin could handle himself. He paused at a shop window, glancing in to realise it was Flourish and Blott’s with their Hogwarts texbook displays. Merlin, the memories; seemed like it was just yesterday that it was him and Fab tugging Molly down the aisles in the hopes of speeding the process of school shopping along. A familiar voice, catching on a word finds it’s way to his ears, and he pauses, brow creasing as he turned to look around the Alley.

Vancey? He spies a recognizable head of hair, and with a grin, he  jogs lightly over to the- yes, it is Vancey, he’s not gone and turned completely bonkers. With a light chuckle brimming in his throat, he catches her around the waist, tipping a small head nod to the brother he recognised from Hogwarts, and a wink to the smaller boy that he didn’t. A’right Vancey?

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There's a buoyancy that floats from the pit of her stomach to the top of her chest when she hears him call her name. She's missed him - Merlin, more than anything (and they've only been dating for a couple months; not even, if you didn't count the time spent away from each other) - and it seems like he missed her too. Her cheeks heat up as he pulls her tight to him, basically melting into his embrace. Mhmm--j-just ehm, just f-fine. Snap out of it, Emmeline, she berates, willing herself not to lean up and do something that'd embarass her in front of her brothers. Wait. Brothers - brothers who were looking quite oddly at their older sister and the stranger.

  Emmeline coughs awkwardly, breaking her gaze with Gideon to glance between Nate and Ollie. This is...Gideon, she says, using a free arm to motion towards him. He's--ehm, h-he's my...my... It's so hard to say it; partly because she doesn't believe it's real, and partly because the word is so foreign to her lips. She grips the side of his shirt weakly, poking his side and silently asking him to back her up. 

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She's got her hair tied up in a messy bun with fringe poking out from a paisley patterned scarf head-band. A few hours back from holiday and she's already freaking out about school--no thanks to her mother, of course. Because of the lack of communication, she hadn't recieved her letter about school supplies until just now. Deidre had sent her out with a couple dozen galleons and a few harsh words about tardiness, as if she could have controlled being in the muggle wilderness. 

The shops are about to close; they hadn't gotten into England until five o'clock in the afternoon. Something about portkey traffic; Emmeline could have apparated, but that would have meant leaving Ollie and Nate behind. 

M-Merlin... It's just a few books, Emmeline, stop it, she reprimands herself.

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