#emma2

[clementinerobards]

When: 10th March

Where: outside Hogwarts

Who: @youresovanity

“Are you heading back to Wimbourne?”

[ellaparkinson]

When: 27. 01. 1980 Where: Do the Prefects have an office? Who: Ella Parkinson & Emma Vanity @youresovanity​

“Emma — if you have a moment I’d like to talk about potential updates to Wimbourne House.”

[tamsinbrand]

When: 25 September 1979 Where: Hogwarts Who: Tamsin + @youresovanity​

“All my fault,” Tamsin was quick to say, already on her knees and hands picking up what had fallen out of her bag. The screen of her iFlown had cracked, causing her to groan. “This is just my luck for opening an umbrella indoors.” She didn’t necessarily believe in superstitions, not until this moment.

[ameliasbones]

when: 27 June, 1979 where: Great Hall who: Amelia + @youresovanity

“Congratulations are in order,” Amelia spoke, head held high, hand outstretched. “Your ideas were just better.” She thought, maybe, if Clem and her hadn’t split Hufflepuff’s vote maybe one of them would have had a better chance. But the school had spoken.

[rescue-49]

Fire Meets Ice

Every Saturday, Pepper had committed herself to clean out a lot of the files and general reorganization of the penthouse that was scheduled sometime after her workout time with Bobbi. One such room was determined to be the junk room which was unfathomable in New York City, but alas the room was a disastrous fill of paperwork and things of a sensitive nature that she couldn’t simply bring in her team of professional organizers into go about and get into shape. One such document had her raise an eyebrow quite highly as she read the notes attached to it.

‘The Hellfire Club’ it read and automatically she wanted to roll her eyes and sigh having sworn most of Tony’s memberships and outstanding tabs had been closed up when they started dating. That was something the man had done suspiciously when he had come back from Afghanistan and while she wasn’t exactly going to question it, she did feel a sense of peace when he presented her with all the notices of closure one evening early when they had started dating. The man wasn’t perfect and she just assumed this was one he had forgotten about, anyways she trusted him enough that she knew it was unused.

“Friday, where is this Hellfire Club located? Or better yet, is it still around?” Pepper asks the AI.

There was a novelty in the house being entirely connected when Friday replies,” It appears to still be in opposition as they have a base of operations located on 840 Fifth Avenue in the city. I have already tried calling the numbers connected to the address, but I am receiving no response.”

Taking another glimpse of the room and having determined that she had made plenty of progress for the afternoon. It’d do her well to get out of the tower and at least be productive. Standing up and dusting herself off, Pepper snatched the file folder and left the room.  “Could you have a town car brought around for me. I think it’d be good to get this all squared away. Let Tony know I’m out if he asks. I know he’s down there babying a project.”

“Of course, Boss Lady,” Friday was chirpy was can be.

The actual Hellfire Club was an impressive piece of real estate to still exist in the upper east side and be untouched by skyscrapers that had sprung up. It was more clear this might not even be something Tony himself used, but regardless of a membership to a strip club no matter how discrete was not exactly on Pepper’s list of good optics. Armed with a file folder shoved into her weekend Birkin, she stormed the gates of the said club.

“You realize it’s quite difficult to contact your people here, my fiancé needs to cancel his membership to this establishment,” Pepper tries her best to not sneer as she speaks with a Buttler,” I need to talk with whoever is the manager of this establishment immediately.” 

[evanrosier-wil]

seating for one || emma & evan

Parent’s Weekend, Evan was sure, was designed specifically to make his life hell. Hogwarts was supposed to be a reprieve. It was supposed to be  an escape from not just his parents, oh no, but from his entire extended family and their society friends. 

Except for this weekend. 

It had been bad enough last year, seeing as the incident over the summer had just, well, happened, and he and his father weren’t on the best of terms (were they ever?), but Evan had grinned and bore it, consoled by the thought that it was a one-and-done event. 

Only it wasn’t.

Sure, people had talked about it becoming a tradition, but Evan did not actually think the powers that be would go through with making it a tradition. Inviting Muggles into the castle was inviting trouble -- even he, Evan Rosier, could see that. Whatever the headmaster’s reasonings were, they were incomprehensible to Evan. 

The first order of the day was avoiding his parents. His father was easy to avoid. Several of his school mates were also back in the castle and they had all been easily amusing each other since breakfast. Evan’s mother, on the other hand, was tricker to sneak around. At this point in the weekend, his mother had figured out his daily routine--what hallways he usually took, when his classes were, when he arrived in the Great Hall for meals, etc. Hence why he had sent Emma an owl requesting she save him a seat at lunch. 

As he entered the Great Hall, he quickly spotted Emma. Evan had intentionally shown up late to throw his mother off his routine. As he had suspected, his smother had already found a seat next to some of her old school friends. He smirked when she caught his eye, but he still sped up a little. 

Sitting down in the seat Emma saved for him, he said, “Thank you, Emma. Really.” He filled his plate. “How has your parents weekend been so far? Scare any little brothers on my behalf?”

@emma-whoisleft

[thecharliebaker]

Rocky Waters | Charlie & Emma

@emma--williamson // Charlie really didn’t understand what had happened with him and Emma. He’d been upset and annoyed when she’d come over that day and pretty much cut him out. Written him off for good. He didn’t understand because he’d thought everything was going alright with them but it hurt that she thought he was trying to use her as a Sophie replacement. Nobody ever could. Sophie was one in a million and he could never dream of anybody taking her place. Not even if he and Ruby ever... well, he didn’t want to think about that right now. The future seemed so uncertain. Ruby was asleep so he’d taken the opportunity to step out and get some fresh air, leaving her a note of course in case she did wake up, but he had a feeling she’d be out for a while. He felt so bad. His feet took him to the book store, somewhere he didn’t really want to be but Charlie was adamant not to let this go. He couldn’t lose Emma and he refused to just let this be thrown away like it was nothing. Like it meant nothing. Charlie was done with losing people and taking crap. So he walked in and looked around, hoping she was even on shift today.

[imogen-ford]

Not the same || Imogen & Emma

@emma--williamson

Something felt off between herself and Emma lately but Imogen just couldn’t put her finger on what exactly it was. It felt like there was all this space or distance and Imogen had no idea where it had come from. Except maybe from the fact she’d tried to kill herself on Christmas day. Which... she supposed would scare anyone off but she wished that it hadn’t. That’s how she felt anyway; she thought Emma had been freaked out by her lack of emotional stability. But she wanted to at least try and talk about it, maybe see if there was some way she could convince Emma not to ditch her or not be scared of her... something. If not... then she just hoped they could say goodbye instead of avoid each other but the thought made her sad. She really liked Emma... a lot. More than a lot. Maybe she could love her. Imogen sighed, reaching for her phone and just went for it. She shot Emma a text asking if she could come over and then waited, hoping she didn’t come up with an excuse not to.