Baby, Let the Games Begin

Emma Noémie Vanity. 20 years young. Pureblood. Slytherin. Seventh Year. Chaser & Captain. Exchange student from Beauxbatons Academy of Magic; started schooling at Hogwarts at the beginning of fifth year. Lover of Puddlemere United; proud daughter of the team's former Chaser. 'Cause for every lie I tell them, they tell me three.

[ferrisbueller]

[superiorvanity]

@brentonavery

[ailedenuit]

Madelaine Petsch photographed by Charles Roussel for Highsnobiety Magazine

[superiorvanity]

Yvonne Vanity: Do something. Break it up!

Carter Vanity: Hang on. She's winning.

Yvonne Vanity: Emma! Emma Vanity, you stop beating up that boy!

Emma, in the background pinning down a boy: Eat dirt! Eat it!

Carter Vanity: My baby girl.

[limsjaebeom]

[superiorvanity]

@lucindatalksalot

[madelainesource]

Madelaine Petsch photographed for the Shein Fall Collection 2019

[emmanuelledelacour]

Where: Great Hall, Slytherin Table With: Emmanuelle Delacour & Emma Vanity

Emma Vanity. Some might’ve never understood the uncommon comfort that befell Emmanuelle when she discovered her old school friend. The redhead was once just like her, a member of a prestigious French assembly within the atmosphere of Beauxbatons. When she left, it felt almost cynical to feel the way she did. That she lost a friend. That feeling was gone. Finding her at Breakfast, Emmanuelle skipped to the redhead’s side, sitting beside her. “Your housemates will not mind if I sit with you today, right?” She wasn’t sure if it was friendship, but she’d already set her bag down. “We did not speak since Christmas—was your break good?”

@emma-depulso​

[superiorvanity]

Emma was studying for a Herbology quiz later on that day. Gaze down on her textbook as she ate her breakfast--- tuning out just about everyone around her until a welcome voice sounded near her. Glancing up, the redhead smiled as Emmanuelle settled herself down on the bench. “I wouldn’t care if anyone did,” the Slytherin spoke, shrugging her shoulders as she pushed her books off to the side. There were few at Hogwarts Emma called a friend, and Emmanuelle had been someone she’d been close to at one point. Moving a few years back of course put a bit of a damper on that, but the two still kept in touch. Emma would still call the girl her friend, even if they were only now once again in the same country longer than a quick visit. “My break was good. Boring...well, not boring. Just not busy.” When Emma wasn’t in school she was usually doing something to help bring herself closer to her plans for after she graduated. “Dull and relaxing, but my parents insist that’s a good thing for me.” The redhead rolled her eyes. “How was your’s?”

[superiorvanity]

;;flashback

WHEN: April 27th, 1977. 11:14am WHERE: 6th year Sytherin Female Dorm WHO: Emma & @lucindatalksalot​

"Mmm,” the hum came out low, almost a whine to prove just how much Emma was about to regret what she was about to say. “I don’t know anyone who can sleep in as much as you. It’s almost noon, Luce.” It could’ve also had something to do with the fact that the two didn’t get much sleep the night before...or that morning. That would normally make for an exceptionally cranky redhead, but her mood at that moment was just fine. In fact, she felt glorious. Her smile was almost radiant--- a true smile which Emma didn’t wear nearly as much as she should. The smile stayed in place as she lazily rolled over in bed, not bothering to cover herself with the sheets which had been pushed aside in the process. The dorm was empty and Emma wasn’t shy. The sixth year Slytherin nuzzled closer to the younger Slytherin, pressing her lips to their’s. Lucinda Talkalot had a habit of finding her way into Emma’s dorm, though she did even before the two were sleeping together. “We’ve got to get ready for Quidditch practice. Imagine if I allowed Avery and Mulciber a practice without my constant reminder they’re pathetic? They would be more insufferable than usual.”

[cheryl-blossom]

[doona-baes]

[loveliveanddream]

[superiorvanity]

Moodboard: Captain Emma Vanity

[maligsstuff]

[starlets]

[superiorvanity]

brentonavery·:

Sometimes Brenton just needed to hit something and when the students in the school were being boring or the teachers were being even more boring and stopping him from hitting other students he had to resort to the Quidditch pitch. He had always had a restless energy, one that his parents had fruitlessly hoped would be calmed by Quidditch. Unfortunately, it took little for him to be distracted so even with a Bludger flying towards him, Brenton found himself leaning back on his broom, eyes tracking the red hair and green robes walking onto the pitch. He knocked the Bludger away just in time and laughed when she shouted at him to do it again. Leaning forwards on his broomstick, he chased the ball and whipped around so that he was behind it. WHACK! He followed the hit through, the Bludger aimed at Emma as she rose on her broom. “Better?” He hovered where he was, making no attempt to follow the Bludger. She had enough warning to dodge.

The Slytherin leaned back on her broom, watching Brenton chase the bludger. Emma was even less surprised when said bludger was aimed directly at her. Honey brown hues cast upwards and she leaned forward, hands gripping the front of her broom as she waited a moment for the bludger to get closer before dodging it. The redhead flew upwards--- higher than where Brenton was, and she even added a dramatic flair of flying in a loop in the air as she dodged. “I’m rarely impressed, Avery,” she commented with a chuckle, settling comfortably where she hovered on her broom. “And please don’t make me pick up a bat to practice with you. This is my final year to play Quidditch at school--- Slytherin doesn’t need to be down a Beater for the year. It’s not fair for Alecto to pick up more slack than she usually has to.” Emma shrugged her shoulders casually, smirking as she taunted him further. She was a tough Captain as it was--- someone rarely heard a compliment from Emma. If you didn’t hear her bitching at you to do better so you didn’t mess up the match like you did last time was about the only compliment one would get from the girl. Brenton had it even tougher on him because Emma was...you could say friends with him. 

[goodvibes-and-frenchfries-deact]

*dumps Gatorade on bae after sex* good game

[superiorvanity]

@brentonavery

[nm-6]

got caught giving a fuck. embarrassing.

[superiorvanity]

WHEN: January 15th, 4:11pm WHERE: Quidditch Pitch WHO: Emma & @brentonavery​

Even with the colder temperatures Emma was out on the pitch just as much as she would be during the warmer months--- meaning a lot. It was her seventh year and it wouldn’t surprise anyone if the Slytherin got recruited immediately out of school, including Emma herself. With the evening free of any practices she expected the pitch to be empty--- the weather wasn’t particularly the greatest. Green robes were enough to make her pay attention, and when Brenton’s bat collided with the bludger Emma couldn’t help but roll her eyes. “Again!” she called as she climbed on her broom, flying up halfway between him and the ground. “I can hit better than that, and I’m a shite beater. So...again.” The redhead cast a smirk in his direction, though her gaze followed the bludger. She was taunting him.