#emmelinevance

[amostheamazing]

Who: @emmelinevancx​ Where: St Mungo's corridor

Tw: amelia's death mention

Whilst Amos would usually be the type to play up an injury to get attention and comfort, this morning he couldn't wait to get out of St Mungo's. He had argued last night that he was fine and didn't need to be kept in over night, but they weren't having any of it. At least he'd found out from them that Arthur was alright and hadn't seriously been injured. Still there were other people he needed to see. Right now he didn't know how to process what had happened to Amelia, it was like he had distanced himself from the emotions. A coping habit he didn't know he had perhaps. Literal seconds after he was discharged he ran off in search of his best friend. Running instead straight in to Emmeline. "Emsy? Hey" Amos didn't quite know what the right think to say was "how are you holding up? Were you injured?"

[froget-me-nots]

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[fawley-en-face]

Family Dinner

“I come bearing- oh. You’re not Emmeline.”

Henry blinked at the young blonde woman in the doorway, who was absolutely certainly not Emmeline Vance mom. She was pretty, in a pixie-whisp sort of way, except that Henry was fairly sure Emmeline was still dating Maura Mulciber? Who, granted, was in Germany, but as far as he knew they were still steady. Emmeline wasn’t cheating, was she? No, unthinkable.

So who was this stranger? And, more importantly; was she single. 

“I- I brought wine,” he said, after a moment of startled silence. There was a bottle in his hand as a dinner gift, since Henry knew better than to even attempt to cook and bring a dish himself. 

@advance-emmeline @nottsofiya

[thebaileyshaw]

Human Interaction 102

How to Meet Men. How to Meet women. Flirting for Fun. The Modern Wix’s Guide to Sex and Love. The Art of the Affair.

Bailey couldn’t take this shop seriously any more. The titles of the books in this section were bad enough, but she’d dared to flip through a few and they were practically useless. She wasn’t looking for a partner, she didn’t want to sleep around- for Merlin’s sake, she’d never even been kissed- and she wasn’t trying to become some maneating femme fatale. She just wanted to understand why she kept getting distracted by stupid things, and why the simplest of words seemed to have such a strong affect on people.

When she heard movement in the aisle she glanced up, ready to make a hasty retreat; this place wasn’t worth her time anyway, and she didn’t want to have to deal with someone else seriously contemplating getting life advice here. 

@advance-emmeline​

[mxrcusflint]

@harrypotternetwork​ creation event: draco malfoy

n e i t h e r -- b o t h

[bitchronan]

@hogwartsgirlgang event: house pride; slytherin girls, class of ‘78

↳ “There's something dangerous about the boredom of teenage girls.”

cora nott - victoria kholod

emmeline vance - ruari luke

iona greengrass - devon ross

corrina yaxley - sohnia ahmed

[fawley-en-face]

Not Again

Emmeline was complicated. She was strict but honest. She’d quite literally saved his life, and kept coming back even when he wasn’t in immediate danger anymore. She was one of the only authority figures in his life that he actually trusted and didn’t mind having around. 

And she’d been at the Potter wedding. Once he’d shaken himself out of the horror of discovering what Nigel was, all he could think about was finding out who’d died. 

War happened. Casualties were expected. Henry didn’t care about the dead. Except when the dead were his people. The ones he relied on to keep him from self-destructing since these days he felt like a grenade made of glass. Emmeline couldn’t die. She could not. He refused to loose anyone else.

So when he finally found her he didn’t hesitate to throw his arms around her neck and pull her into a deep hug, pressing his face against her neck. 

“I’m glad you aren’t dead,” he mumbled against the fabric of her shirt. 

@advance-emmeline

[fawley-en-face]

What Friends Are For

Henry pulled himself up from the nest he’d made in the middle of Camilla’s living room floor, having accepted when he got in yesterday that he definitely wasn’t going to have the energy to deal with stairs every day. When he heard the door open he knew that it would be the healer he’d called, having sent a discrete owl since he’d already gone through the torturous process of convincing Camilla not to drag him to St. Mungo’s or a nut house. 

“Hey Emmeline,” he called tiredly, using her first name in some last-ditch effort to deny that he was being seen by a medical professional for a very real and life-threatening problem. 

He hated that she was here. He hated that all of the concern she’d shown him on their first meeting ended up being founded, that his body’s collapse was inevitable and the pity he’d seen in her eyes wasn’t misplaced. He hated that he’d had to beg Camilla to go to work instead of being here for this. He hated that all he could think about was how he’d strangle someone with his bare hands just to get a hit of something to his system. 

When she got to the room he couldn’t meet her eyes, running a hand through his bedhead and trying desperately not think about how she’d known Regulus, and how Regulus had had problems too, and how Regulus was dead now and Henry might be joining him soon.

@advance-emmeline