#thread: emmeline

[lovepctions]

closed: @flwrmuses​ muses: emmeline magindara prompt: SEND 🗣  FOR ME TO MAKE YOU A STARTER WITH A LINE OF DIALOGUE FROM THIS GENERATOR.

“Find someone else to listen to your problems,” she scoffed, enthralled by her appearance in the front facing camera. “I have to go live in fifteen minutes to showcase my newest collaboration with American Eagle, and I don’t have time to hear you drone on about minuscule things.”

[evanxrosier]

When: two days after the election Where: Ministry of Magic Who: @emmvanced​

As hard as it had been to keep his cool immediately after the election, enough time had passed, and Evan had deadened enough nerves with alcohol and sex, to almost be back to normal.  His normal, in any case.  Which was mostly being surly and sarcastic and generally awful to be around.  But with that special Death Eater style.  

The people around him were still celebrating, but it was more low key now- the real work of governing had begun and Evan was glad that it had most people back in their places and it was more likely to be left alone.  His status had seemed to elevate even more, now that he was close to the seat of power, someone without an official job title other than having Rodolphus's ear.  It made him important, powerful, mysterious.  It was honestly the best thing for him, for the cause, but it left him feeling like he was rotting from the inside out.

He avoided as many eyes as he could, hating the obsequious way some people looked at him, seeing him as some ticket to the top.  Evan kept his eyes straight as he made his way to the break room, desperate for one more cup of coffee.  He was pleased at first to find it empty.  But a moment later Emmeline Vance waltzed in.  She always looked the picture of pureblood royalty, someone his father would consider the perfect kind of woman. It set his teeth on edge, that same kind of feeling as chewing tinfoil.  

"Emmeline," he greeted, icy but polite, his lips carefully neutral, hiding the sneer internally.  "Enjoying the new status quo?"

[youllalwaysbemyporcelain]

@stcrlvght​

Voldemort noticed Emmeline and wasn’t happy. He loved the fact that he was brought back to life, but he hated the fact that it happened to his enemies too. He shook the thought from his head. He had an excellent plan, several of them in fact. So he was smiling when he finally looked in Emmeline’s eyes. He gave her a cold stare as he walked to her. “Emmeline. Doing well I hope?”

[xgwenogjones]

When: After Moody and Shaklebolt’s Release Where: Ministry of Magic Who: @emmvanced​

She was restless, but she'd been restless since the night Bellatrix had been murdered.  Gwenog had accepted that there was a certain level of uncertainty in life, regardless of how much she did to eradicate it.  She had expected some unfortunate causalities of that night, but she hadn't dreamed of Bellatrix being one of them. Gwen had come to terms with that, for the most part.  Sometimes there had to be losses, even if they felt unacceptable.  But there was still a lingering something at the back of her neck, a feeling like she was missing something, something vital and it made her feel all the more the caged animal.

Being stuck in the country on desk duty was doing that as well.  Part of the plan had been the eradication of their superiors at work, and that part had at least gone without a hitch.  But now Gwenog was tasting the bitter side of power, being chained to a desk more often than not.  Still.  A move up, and a well planned one.  Gwen said a silent thanks to Bellatrix before leaving her office, her suit still perfectly pressed and not a hair out of place.  She offered the few people she passed a severe nod, but managed a hint of a smile when she passed Emmeline Vance.  "I haven't been able to talk to you since our respective promotions," she said coolly, looking the woman over.  Passable.  Bellatrix had at least trusted her.  "I've been so wanting to have a meeting with the other department heads, but you more than others.  Perhaps we could have a chat over drinks?  Combine a little work and pleasure?" she offered, lips quirking up almost imperceptibly.  

Emmeline, from what she could tell, had a keen sense about her, and while it was something Gwenog valued, she didn't quite know how much yet.  She needed someone now that Bella was gone, and so far Emmeline seemed the best candidate.  Now was as good a time as any to find out.