#emeryweasley

[rhett-weasley]

Confidence || Rhett and Emery

"Em, you ready to go?" Rhett shouted as he stuck his head out of his bedroom. Emery had gone downstairs, whether to look for her jacket or to pace till she wore a hole in the carpet, Rhett didn't know. It was the day of her interview at the Ministry and Rhett had agreed to come as moral support. Merlin knew Emery needed it.

[wrnextgenscrapbook]

"Eeeemwyyyy."

"What?"

"I boooooored."

Rhett wanting Emery to unbore him.  Taken by Ron.

[rhett-weasley]

OOC: Hey guys

Paige (Emery that is) and I have a bit of a plan. Emery will have an interview in the Investigation branch of the Minsitry in the summer, and we thought it would be cool, plot-wise, if there was a protest for the Stature of Secrecy going on at the same time. Rhett's just going to be there for Emery's moral support.

We're going to be doing this either way, but if any of you want to join in, like have them wandering in the Ministry or coming over because they heard of the protest, anything like that, feel free :)

I'll make an article for the protest in the Daily Prophet when the time comes.

[wrnextgenscrapbook]

Ray and Emery.

"Shh! It's starting!"

[rhett-weasley]

Drabble - Dealing With It

The news article followed Rhett around like the Black Plague. Everywhere he went, Rhett could hear whispers about the suspected murderer, the vampire lover, the fugitive on the run. "That's her brother inn'he?" was the tamest it got. 

It seemed to everyone that the Weasley family was falling from grace. The betrothal of Scorpius Malfoy and Louis Weasley made the paper, as well as the violent falling out of Louis and his father. Now, one of the Weasley's very own was labeled a murderer, and not just any Weasley, the eldest daughter of Ron Weasley and Owana Potter, two heros of the Second Wizarding War. It was enough to give reporters a coronary in their jubilation at such a story.

And, consequently, the news spread through Hogwarts like wildfire. And where there is fire, someone is going to get burned. 

"Oi Weasley!" An obnoxious voice sounded from behing Rhett and he winced. Not again. "I hear your sister fucked Caelum Malfoy on the Quidditch Pitch. And ate the pussy on that vampire bitch. D'you think she'd let me have a go?" 

This was met by roaring laughter from his stupid cronies, and Rhett felt his blood boil in anger. Rhett spun around and glared at the boy who shouted, some Hufflepuff prat, clenched his fists and growled, "Shut up."

"Oooh, I'm so scared." the Hufflepuff mocked. "What are you gonna do, run to Mummy? She does have more balls than you have, come to think of it."

"By the time I'm finished with you, you'll be wishing you'll be dealing with my mother." Rhet spat. It was common knowledge that messing with Owana Weasley neé Potter was akin to asking for a death wish.

"Big talk from such a little twat." The Hufflepuff retorted, cracking his knuckles. "How bout we settle this now."

"Hey!" Jacob Flores, Rhett's best friend at Hogwarts, called out, stepping between Rhett and the Hufflepuff. "You mess with Rhett, you mess with me, mate." he said in a dangerous tone. 

The Hufflepuff smirked. "Then let's take this outside. How bout right on the Quidditch pitch where your sister became a whore, eh?"

They didn't even make it outside. Rhett snapped and pulled out his wand, cursing the git with everything he knew. Jacob and two others of Rhett's friends joined the fray, along with the Hufflepuff's cronies. Soon enough, the wands lay abandoned on the floor as the boys punched, wrestled and kicked each other. All around them came shouts and jeers from the shocked or amused crowd, along with chants of, "Fight, fight, fight!" Rhett wasn't a weakling, but the Hufflepuff had much more mass than him, and soon he was on the floor, aching, bleeding, bruised and black spots swimming in his vision. Jacob had the Hufflepuff in a headlock.

Colours and sounds swam in Rhett's ears and he could just make out McGonagall's furious shout of, "What is the meaning of this?!" before he passed out.

[rhett-weasley]

Talk To Me || Rhett and Emery

Rhett shot down the halls of Hogwarts, the letter from Ray crumpled in his pocket, feeling like a ten pound weight. Despite the fact that exams were fast approaching and Rhett should definitely be studying, he could think of nothing more important than finding his sister. Emery, that is. Because he'd be mad to try and find Ray.

His second-oldest sister had drawn herself in from her family. She barely talked to Rhett, never mind their mother and father. He could tell that the newfound bullying from most of Hogwarts that they suddenly found themselves on the receiving end of was hitting her hard. He needed to get her to talk to him again. He wanted to help her. Besides, she needed to know what Ray was going to do. 

Rhett cursed the fact that his uncle Harry had kept the Map while Rhett's mum Owana had kept the cloak and given it to her children. The cloak was useless at the moment, what he really needed was the map. But if he couldn't find Emery how would he find his cousins?

He searched and asked around, and at long last, as though Merlin himself finally decided to help this sixth year boy, Emery wandered into the hall he was in from on e adjacent to it. She walked in front of him briskly, with her head bowed a little.

"Emery! Hey, Em! EMERY!" Rhett shouted, breaking into a run after her.