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🚓 What is your current opinion of the police working on Operation Auror?
“What, do you expect me to sit here and shit talk my boss? Or am I supposed to kiss her ass?” Asked Emma, arms folded over her chest. They’re foolish. They spend too much time focusing on the wrong things. They’re so blind to the justice in their missions they fail to see the whole picture. She agrees with them that the Order is a threat to society, but doesn’t agree that the Sacred 28 need to fall alongside them, as if both are anywhere near equal in the dangers they pose. “I’m not gonna fucking do either, so you’re shit out of luck. They work hard with what they’re given. Sometimes they don’t get how my job works. Also they have shit taste in coffee brands. That’s about all I’ve got to say.”
🛁 What is your favourite shower gel scent?
“Eucalyptus and mint.” It’s for no particular reason other than it smells nice, and that’s the reason it sits in a large bottle in the corner of her small shower. She’s not entirely sure what else anyone would want her to say on the matter; it wasn’t like it brought back any childhood memories or any of that nostalgic bullshit she didn’t really contain.
💔 Who do you miss right now?
Emma misses a lot of people, especially now, her vulnerability growing with every passing second Regulus’s body rots. She misses the comfort Ted provides, always knowing how to make her smile despite how horrid the emotions she shows can be. She misses the distraction of Amycus’s hands and lips and the way his whispers against her ear can make her forget anything that’s ever troubled her. She missed her old self, the girl who simply wanted to get away from a woman whose legacy haunted her, making her haunt Emma. She missed the girl who woke up with optimism on her mind at the thought of finding something wholly her own, a chance to start anew. She corrupted that girl with her greed and entitlement, and look where it got them both. “I dunno. Sure as hell not my mum, if that’s what you’re expecting me to say.”
