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[fauvehoof]

@alessandraesmee​ Lily + Emmeline’s flat May, 1982

Lily had fallen asleep the night before in a nest of her own books and notes. Anything that she had ever read or written about defensive magic was before her, from the most rudimentary notions to the most confusing spells. It had become a bit of an obsession, since her kidnapping, a bit of a fixation to do better by herself, to be able to offer more in the line of defense and protection. She still felt ashamed and embarrassed that it had happened at all, that she had caused stress, worry, and trouble for others. And there was, beneath some fragility and a willingness to just carry on, a horrible, bitter anger. It felt present in Lily more than she wanted to admit, even to herself. Her thoughts, even her most mundane activities, were now accompanied by this gnawing, swelling, unrest- and Lily didn’t know what that meant, or what would come from it.

Racing around their flat to make sure it was hospitable for Alice, Lily felt her heart brace at the thought- she was getting so much support, so much help. It wasn’t surprising, knowing the kind of person that Alice was, the kinds of people that made up the Order, but that didn’t make it any less special, any less touching.

It was going to be nice to have another chance to connect with her, to see a side of her professional capacity. Lily had always admired Alice greatly, and hoped that today, that admiration could be shown in the form of diligent and careful study. As the fireplace roared to life, Lily turned to face her, smiling brightly. “Welcome!”

[fidemaledicta]

who: @alessandraesmee where: ministry of magic, auror office

It was just another day, like oh so many others and yet another on which Emmeline Vance found herself sitting in a corner, observing the other quietly for a while. What looked calm, though, was someone whose mind was on fire, burning with a sum of unasked questions; unvoiced thoughts. Those she was very much intent on not airing, never letting them see the light of day. Instead she quietly pushed the item in her hands toward the other. "It's free of any harmful curses now. If there is a use in it now is the time to find out."

It wasn't unusual that one of the aurors would run into an issue that required help from the cursebreakers working in the ministry. More often than not had she gone about her day, fixing whatever item needed to be turned into one that could be used to make a case against whatever person or family; a book, a box, a brooch. It allowed her to feel at least a little bit of power over the events unfolding around all of them daily.

The witch let out a sigh. "I noted everything down. The rest is up to the aurors now." Emmeline wasn't someone who got to go out into the field a lot. She solved the puzzle, setting the piece into was up to others more than often enough. Despite the mask, there was a mind on fire, thoughts drifting.