No Heroes Allowed | Open
Emma hadn’t been able to get the sick feeling out of her stomach since she heard the news of his death and by now it had already been hours. Her “friends” took her out celebrating, several apparated to her to tell her personally and she matched their enthusiasm even though they kept insisting on more and more from her and soon their party was turning violent. They were acting like they had won the entirety of the war, many of them now were just going into places of business and taking whatever they wanted and walking out and no one stopped them- in fact not many shop owners seemed to even be at work today. Lots of things were broken already. Some things broken from carelessness and others broken to prove a point. They won’t be stopped. As if to bait them into fight back- but she hasn’t seen anyone push back yet. Which added to her uneasy feeling.
Now though, she was finally alone. She had offered to get some more liqueur for their nonstop party and opted to go to a place of business she knew wouldn’t be open today. Her plan was to break in, take a bunch of stuff and leave money the following day for the owners. She had no choice but to participate but she still felt awful when she broke the widow shop and the glass shattered around her. She was finally able to think though and she walked in the store, looking for a couple of cases she can bring back to her crew.
Dumbledore was dead? He had been defeated? Now honestly, Emma had never much cared particularly for the headmaster. A lot of people in the order idolized him and she felt that they talked about him like he could do no wrong as if he was what the muggles considered a god but just because she didn’t think as highly as him (he was too soft, too easy going when they were in the middle of the war) and now it made things worse. She knew that everyone in the order would basically be mourning the loss of a father figure today and she felt uneasy about that as well. Would the double agents she vouched for be able to pass this? Will she get back and will she have to watch the dark lord torture and kill Andromeda before her eyes because she can tell she’s been crying?
Emma’s thoughts were interrupted when she heard footsteps behind her and she quickly turned around, holding up her wand, she had been drinking and dancing and hadn’t eaten since last night so this other person would be in a better position then her but she steadied herself and tried not to let it show.
“Hello?” she whispered.