its an em&em fic and it takes place in 1973. emmeline vance and emma vanity have had a quidditch rivalry going on the last few years, and now theyve both been made captain of their respective teams (obv ravenclaw for emmeline and slytherin for emma). not only is the ravenclaw vs slytherin match is coming up, but emma became a massive flirt over winter break, and emmeline may or may have a mental breakdown about it and drag her friends down with her
Emmeline unceremoniously flops down next to Bilius, who doesn’t even glance up from his copy of The Daily Prophet. She huffs as she reaches for his plate and snatches a piece of bacon, tearing into it with frustration.
“I don’t understand it! I really don’t!” she starts while chewing. “I mean, the game is only a few weeks away and this is what she’s doing with her time?”
Bilius yawns tiredly and lowers the paper, turning to his friend.
“Sorry, just to be clear, we’re talking about…?”
“Vanity!” she exclaims. Bilius’ gaze turns fond even as he sighs and shakes his head with exasperation.
“Of course we are,” he says, mostly to himself. He turns back to The Prophet and asks absentmindedly, “What did she do this time?”
“Haven’t you seen her? Surrounded by girls, constantly talking and flirting and kissing,” Emmeline raves, her voice getting louder as she speaks. She steals another piece of his bacon before going on. “She’s wasting all her free time on—on romance instead of practicing!“
Bilius hums in acknowledgment while turning the page.
“And everyone knows the Ravenclaw vs Slytherin match is coming up. Even Binns mentioned it in yesterday’s class!”
“Wow,” Bilius replies distractedly.
“You know I haven’t seen her out on the Quidditch pitch once in the last week?” she says incredulously. She pauses to take a swig of her friend’s pumpkin juice and continues her rant.
“It’s both our first years as Captain of our respective teams and she can’t even spare a few hours to practice? It’s insulting is what it is! Merlin, she’s so—so selfish, so infuriating, so—“
“Devastatingly handsome? Incredibly witty?” a familiar voice cuts in. Emmeline looks up to see Fabian sliding into his seat across the table and levels him a glare. He grins at her.
“What? Were you not describing me and my flawless characteristics?” he teases. She grabs Bilius’ newspaper and he makes an affronted noise before she lobs it at Fabian’s head. Bilius elbows her.
“I was reading that you know,” he says, and she rolls her eyes.
“It's not like I set it on fire. Though, after it touched Fab’s fat head, you might want me to. Could infect you with his idiocy.” Bilius nods thoughtfully.
“Oi!” Fabian squawks. “I’ll have you know that I got an E on my Charms essay last week!”
“Yeah? And who’d you cheat off of? Alice?” Emmeline jokes while Fabian chucks the copy of The Prophet back at her. It bounces off her shoulder and onto Bilius’ plate, quickly becoming stained with grease and strawberry jam. Bilius curses as he attempts to salvage it.
“Anyways, who were you talking about earlier?”
“Vanity, obviously,” she says with an eye-roll, and his eyes light with humour.
“Oh, yes, obviously. What’d she do this time? Sidetrack you during practice with her dazzling good looks?” Emmeline scowls.
“Oh, fuck off. That was one time, and it wasn’t because she’s pretty. Her hair was just… distracting.”
