Susan Spencer / 29 / Neutral

Strike The Match // Play It Loud // Giving Love To The World // We'll Be Raising Our Hands // Shining Up To The Sky

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emmeravance

⎯   ✴︎ In all honesty, Emme didn’t want to just pull some random, she assumed, neutral into her problems. She wasn’t really fond of being a day ruiner or a week ruiner or a life ruiner. Whichever this would turn out to be. Still, she had no idea how she’d be getting out of this and it was only a matter of time before a dementor cornered them in the alley. “It’s really just that I’m a rebel and suddenly this place is infested with them. I really need a place out of here for a while so I don’t get the kiss.”

Susan scratched her head for a moment as she thought through her options. There weren’t too many to choose from. Either she left this girl all alone to deal with the dementors or she could try to help which could lead to getting herself killed. Neither seemed like the perfect option, but Susan felt her morals take over her decision making. And she couldn’t believe the offer she was about to make for some complete stranger she just met. “My flat isn’t too far away. If we can make it there, you’re welcome to hide out there until the coast is clear.”

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jacksonmitchell

⎯  ✴︎ “ I’m sure it won’t be the most boring I’ve heard. But I’m also more sure that I’ll be interested. ”

“Yeah, but it probably won’t be interesting enough to hold your attention.”

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emmeravance

⎯   ✴︎ Of course there were a lot of them around. None of this would ever be easy. She couldn’t go in quickly and get out without the biggest catastrophe coming about. She wasn’t even being reckless most of the time, even if she could easily be when she wasn’t actively trying to be careful. She crossed her arms around herself before she shook her head. “That’s definitely true. I’m honestly not sure what I’m to do about it.” She was thinking out loud more than anything. “Sorry I’ve accidentally involved you.”

Susan put her wand into it’s holster on her leg. She leaned back on her heels and crossed her arms. She tried to think through her current situation. There were, who knows how many, dementors flying over her head, and she was stuck hiding in an alley with a likely rebel who the dementors could very well be after. She wasn’t worried about the woman in front of her anymore, she was worried for her. She seemed rather distressed. “I don’t know what you’ve gotten yourself into, but I’m not to bothered if you’ve ‘involved’ me. Do you need help?”

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jacksonmitchell

⎯  ✴︎ “ Yeah that’s what I’m saying. Mostly. Only if you want. Listening and pouring drinks. It’s kinda what I do. ”

“I ramble too much. It probably wouldn’t be very interesting for you.”

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lionedgar

▵ — Edgar smiled gratefully as a woman approached him and picked up his cane. He knew immediately that it was no one he worked with ( which probably meant that this was a wasted way to embarrass himself, but he could already hear Rege yelling at him that it was better safe than sorry ). “ Thank you for that. Normally I make a point not to drop that, but… ” He trailed off, listening to her voice and trying to place where he might have known her from. They’d never worked together, he was sure of that, but her voice sounded familiar in a distant way, and he was almost sure he hadn’t heard it in person.

      Nonetheless, he laughed at her question, looking down, more out of humor than sheepishness. “ The short version? I got too confident at work and started making my way through the buildings a little too quickly. Fell down a few stairs, ran into a few walls. And now I just can’t seem to stop, ” he explained, lifting his head again so that his focus was on the stranger in front of him. He smirked, raising his shoulders slightly inquisitively. 

      “ What do you think - psychosomatic, or am I just that bad? ” 

Susan had to laugh when the man spoke. She looked down at the can in her hand before she looked back at him. “It’s no problem.” She coughed slightly to stop her laughter because at that point it felt rude. “But do most people mean to drop their suspicious cans when they trip?” She said with a small smirk.

“That’s the short version?” She asked raising an eyebrow. Her smirk turned into a genuine smile as she continued. “And I thought my job was dangerous. All I got is people throwing quaffles at me and the threat of bludgers to the head. You got stairs.” She laughed rather loudly. She had meant what she said to more humorous than offensive. 

When she attempted to hand him the can again, she realized why he wasn’t taking it. Guilt instantly filled her as her gaze dropped to her feet. She gave a nervous laugh. “At pretending you’re drunk or hiding your injuries?”

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⎯  ✴︎ “ I’m not trying to sound insensitive when I put this so bluntly, but that really sounds like it sucks. Do you want another drink or two or three? I always get more things off my chest after two. ”

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“Are you saying you want to hear more about my sad life? Because I’d gladly take another drink and ramble if you’re offering.”

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emmeravance

⎯   ✴︎ Emme was caught out of camp, but she was also terrified to try getting back in case she drew attention. Either they would stop her and perform a kiss before she even made it or they would know where the others were. So she was stuck hiding this out however long that would be. She was just hoping it would all work through. The pessimistic part of her told her it wouldn’t and that she should’ve just stayed at camp.

         She moved on from her current hiding spot, figuring it would be best to just keep moving. She just had to hope they couldn’t sense her, that they were distracted by others. It didn’t stop her from feeling the cold and the lingering sense of overall depression. She did her best to keep above that. She was distracted and didn’t realize that until she had a wand pointed at her and the owner of the wand was asking her why she was out there.

         She raised one hand in peace, but still kept her other hand tightly gripping her wand. “I’m…” she started, not really sure what a proper answer was for why she was out there. “I got stuck out here and I’m just trying to get back home.”

Susan swore she could hear frost spreading on any object they could cover. The dementors had been set loose by the “New Order” and caused everyone problems. Rebels, Neutrals, and even some Death Eaters were being hunted by these creepy beings. Her eyes flicked to the opening of the alley to make sure no one else was coming. She hoped no one else would sneak up on her. 

Susan sighed lowering her wand ever so slightly. Her eyes scanned the woman in front of her. She was fairly confident that she could take her if it came to that. But she wasn’t going to assume the worst at this time. “There’s a lot of Dementors in the area. I’m not quite sure how well that will work out for you.”

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Sirius: I either have a plan, or I'm an idiot.

Susan: That's good. 'Cause usually you have a plan and you're an idiot.

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Susan walked down the dark street as a sudden chill went down her spine. She gripped her jacket tightly as she tried to move a bit faster. She threw her lit cigarette towards the street but didn’t care if she missed. A set of shadows passed over her head causing her gaze to go up and follow the figures above her. 

“Fuck!” She whispered to herself. Dementors. Dread and despair filled her. The figures loomed above her as if on patrol. She slipped into a small alley that had covering so they wouldn’t see her. She didn’t think they were after her, but she wasn’t taking any chances these days. 

Susan felt a presence behind her. Fearing the worst he slowly drew her wand out from it’s holster. She turned to see not a dementor but just another person. Her wand was held out in front of her as she still stood in a defensive stance. “You scared the shit out of me! What are you doing all the way out here?”

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“You’re not going to get me to go back to practice if that’s what you think.” Susan didn’t know, or care who had approached her, but she knew she was just trying to enjoy her cigarette. When they didn’t leave she spoke up again. “What do you want?”

[siriusrunning]

▵ — Sirius wasn’t overly fond of staying in one spot for a very long time, but what with James and Lily taking Harry into town today, he knew he’d have to stay as far away as possible. He suggested tagging along in his dog form or even taking polyjuice, but they had the brains to point out that there was probably going to be at least one person who would recognize the dog who prowled around Hogwarts every so often and put the pieces together, and they did not have polyjuice readily available. So Sirius found himself where he often found himself when he was distressed and not wanting to show it - Godric’s Hollow.

      Sirius had said over and over that one day he’d move to Godric’s Hollow, too, in a house near theirs, so he could be a proper godfather. The only reason he hadn’t yet at the time was because he didn’t fancy settling down so soon - he was more stupid and more childish than James, always, always - and now it wasn’t even an option. He wished he’d done it when he had the chance. Maybe things would have been different if he had.

    Someone was watching him.

     Sirius was aware of it so suddenly there hadn’t even been time to process who it might be or where they were. But he was sure of it. He sighed, looking down and tapping his wand against the asphalt below him.

     “If you’re here to kill me, get it over with.”

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Susan had left quidditch practice early, after becoming annoyed with her team mates. She had some family in Godric’s Hallow so she apparated there in order to go visit them. She hadn’t seen this family in years and was excited to surprise them.  

She walked the quiet streets as her conscious kept telling her to go back to practice. It was later than she had originally thought which meant most shops were closed. She made her way towards the church to hopefully take a small break and gain her bearings. 

As she made her way farther down the streets, a figure appeared in the distance. They were in front of a house that was just two up from her family’s house. That meant she had to walk by them. She carefully made her way closer to them seeing it was some guy, who spoke when she got in ears range. She looked at him with confusion.

Susan noticed his wand. Him having it out made Susan slowly drew hers from where she kept it holstered to her hip. Knowing her luck, she figured it was a Death Eater that had her confused for their target. “I could say the same about you buddy. I’m not some rebel or death eater if that’s what you got your mind set on.”

[mollydearest]

Setting a plate down on the table, Molly moved back to the stove to work on the pie she was baking for dessert as she barked orders over her shoulder. “Eat, eat! You’re too skinny…” Not hearing the sound of a fork hitting her plate, she turned back around and nudged it closer to her guest. “Rebellions aren’t won on empty stomachs and this is brain food, so eat up!”

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Susan had somehow found herself at a house and being forced fed food by some woman she was pretty sure she hadn’t met. When the redheaded woman opened her mouth, Susan became even more confused. “Yeah, and rebellions aren’t won with me in them either.” She hadn’t picked a side in the war that was basically destroying the wizarding world, and because Susan tried to be nice to most everyone she’s met, it resulted in a lot of rebels thinking she was on their side. 

[mayainks]

“It’s been alright,” Ted said as he climbed the small steps by the wall to put some new books on the shelves. “You know, with Hogwarts being closed it kind of complicates things a bit, but I’m gonna be honest with you, it was hard for me when Dora left in September so I’m actually glad to have her home.” He was talking with his back to the other person, reaching from the steps to the far left until almost falling down. He could’ve sent the books to their places with his wand, sure, but sometimes he preferred to do things the Muggle way. “But I’m not gonna lie, she is a handful, although I wouldn’t have it any other way.” Regaining his balance on the steps, the shop owner climbed down and brushed his hands on each other. “So, how’s your family been?” he asked, finally turning around to see the other person, realising that up until this point he had no idea who he was actually talking to. 

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Susan was a little confused when the shop owner began speaking to her, but she decided to go with it. “I still can’t believe they shut Hogwarts down. What sort of person do you have to be to take that away from those kids?” She took a small sip from her cup of coffee that she held tightly in her hand. She felt slightly bad for bringing the dark, staining liquid into a book store, but she also knew it was the one thing that was going to get her through her training later. “That’s the perk of kids: they get on your nerves all of the time, but you can’t help but love them for that.” She had to laugh a little realizing that the man she was watching put books away probably didn’t know who she was at all. “A family like any other. They complain about all of my life choices all the time and ask when I’m getting married.” 

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                                 God help the  (ᵒᵘᵗᶜᵃˢᵗˢ)

                                 or noвody wιll

[lionedgar]

▵ — Edgar was not looking good. He’d had cuts and bruises before from some stupid slip ups on his part, but most people overlooked those without giving it much of a second thought. Oh, he’s blind, that makes sense. At least, that’s what Edgar figured they thought - but perhaps he wasn’t giving them enough credit. On the whole, the majority of people avoided bringing anything up about his appearance at all, not knowing how they were supposed to act. This didn’t bother him much, though it seemed to bother some of his friends (especially Doe, who wasn’t afraid of yelling some obscenity or other to complete strangers; he loved her).

      But Doe wasn’t here, and he’d lost hard last night, turning his more typical cuts and bruises into a hackjob. It was almost unmnistakably a result of fighting, and the last thing he needed was people to start suspecting that he was capable of that. If he kept this up, sooner or later people would stop overlooking him, making his job much harder.

      Which is what has lead him to making some very stupid and public mistakes lately, which would have been embarrassing if they weren’t absolutely necessary. Edgar was walking down a busy street when he pulled what he decided would be his last one of the day, seeing as he’d made a fool of himself enough and it was barely even noon. He very tactfully tripped over his own two feet and, in the process, dropped his white can so that it clattered to the cobblestone ground. He nearly went down with it but ultimately decided that that was more than it was worth when he couldn’t be sure anyone from the Ministry was around.

      For the benefit of anyone who might have been around and paying attention to him now, he laughed awkwardly, scratching the back of his head. “I swear I’m sober.”

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It had been just like any other day for Susan. Practice wasn’t until later in the day, so she decided to do a bit of light shopping. The halfblood didn’t go out too often and she often regretted it when everything seemed as packed and busy as they were. 

There was a man that was walking towards her. He looked beaten up and stuck out like a sore thumb in this crowd of people. He seemed to be stumbling over everything and that resulted in him almost tripping. Susan felt slightly sorry for him and approached him carefully. 

Susan bent down and picked up the can that had rolled towards her. She chuckled lightly. “Are you trying to convince me or yourself with that?” She offered the can and her hand to him. “So what happened to make you like this if you aren’t drunk?”