Emmeline Vance

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nevermore // emmeline

Emmeline’s absence had been quelled as much in frustration as it had been in sorrow. Having never been apart for more than a few days in the duration of their lives since the circumstances of their acquaintance, to have her leave - ever the suddenly - created a jolting hole in her life. It was one impossible to replace. Despite the black anger that coiled within her body, she had missed her friend - ever concerned for her welfare. She supposed that was what happened with the lines between friend and a family like figure were blurred, experiences drawing them together, then driving them apart. You could be mad at them - but until you knew they were safe, it was hard to let the rage manifest.

Well, Emmeline had stepped back into camp last night. And now, she was ready to strike out.

The point of her frustration came from Emmeline’s act, which she only could have termed as ignorant. Everyone knew that in times such as these, it was important to say your goodbyes - never sure when that loved one might return. That was not the barrier Emmeline had chosen to break, but the way in which they had chosen to go about it. There were hugs, there were tears springing to Mary’s eyes as she watched their figure grow smaller and smaller, there was talk of a goodbye, a cemented finality that no one could be sure if would be shattered or not. These were desperate times and uncertainty clung to them all like a beast. No. Emmeline had simply chosen to remove her from Guard duty without a word and not inform her of the fact. Realisation had only sprung as she approached Viviennes hut and found its way barred. You’re not on duty. Not ever. Those words had stung.

She supposed the real wound came from the perception of weakness. Mary knew it was a commonly held one, that she needed to be protected, shielded from any and all forms of darkness. What was she supposed to believe, that Vivienne was going to hurt her? The woman didn’t possess a wand. And Mary was not the sheep that had trudged her way up to the Scottish highlands, she was a wolf reborn - even if she had no sense of the matter yet. A few weeks ago, she never would have confronted Emmeline like this - simply swallowing her doubts. Now, she hungered for an arguments, for raised voices - and hurt.

As daybreak waited, so did Mary. It wasn’t as if her day was filled by other worthwhile activities. No. Some got to ward, others were guards - and she just the girl who cooked and cleaned. It sometimes felt as if she did not come to life until the moon replaced the sun and shadows haunted the Port. It sometimes felt as if she was becoming a creature who only revealed itself at night - someone who belonged to such darkness. Pushing such thoughts away, her eyes turned up to Emmeline’s cottage - waiting. Eventually, her patience was rewarded, her figure making its way down the stairs and outside onto the porch.

“Long time no see.” Keeping her voice even was harder than she thought it would be, only able to unleash her inner frustrations now after days of letting them fester and grow. “I heard you got back last night.” Could this be what their friendship had been diminished to?

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The sun was just beginning to peak out over the water’s edge, the line that separated the heavens from the sea ready to burn everything it touched, a stark difference from the night sky that had greeted Emmeline’s arrival just hours ago. Port Montrose would be stirring soon and all Emmeline wanted was to lay down to sleep before the regular duties of the community they called home roused them once more.

Heavy feet followed the familiar path towards Cottage Four. Towards bed.

The small collection cotton sacks that Emmeline called a pillow was too soft under their head. The well worn mattress they had managed to scrounge up was not the same as the hard ground they had called their bed for the last couple weeks. Though exhausted sleep eluded Emmeline, their surroundings familiar but too comfortable. To be comfortable while they slept was to invite the nightmares and it seemed their time away had not changed this.

With a sigh Emmeline pushed themself out of bed, notebook in hand, and made a slow beeline for the front door. If they couldn’t sleep they’d at least review the notes they’d taken while they were away. It was the familiar voice that pulled Emmeline’s beyond the dilapidated porch and brought a smile to their face.

“Mary!” The joy in Emmeline’s voice was genuine as they approached their friend and took both of her hands in their own. Idly Emmeline’s thumb traced over the back of Mary’s hand, admiring the contrast between the two tones. “Yes, very late last night, technically early this morning.” Emmeline confirmed with a nod as they looked up into Mary’s face.

“I missed you.”

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returning home // emmeline & alastor

There were blisters on their hands and blisters on their feet, every muscle seemed to ache from the miles of hiking and climbing, little fairy locks were forming in the long dark hair -- a brush had not made it onto Emmeline’s quickly scribbled packing list two and a half weeks prior -- and little cuts dotted the once smooth dark cheeks though they were hardly visible in the dim moonlight. Yet none of these things seemed to matter as Emmeline Vance felt the edges of Port Montrose’s wards tickle the hairs along their arms. The familiar mixture of magic pulling them home.

Home.

Funny how their unexpected time away had made Emmeline realize how much they valued the relative security of this newly reclaimed town. These were the thoughts that ran through Emmeline’s mind as they stood at the edge of the wards, toes wiggling anxiously inside their well worn boots. It was only now that they had returned that Emmeline wondered how their sudden departure may have effected those they had left behind and the apprehension as to what sort of welcome they would receive bubbled up.

It was the familiar magic within the wards that finally pulled Emmeline through the magical barrier and into the village. Remus’s magic was there, right alongside Alastor’s, and the juxtaposition of the two left Emmeline smiling as they turned away from the beachfront and up towards the cottages. Alastor Moody was the single thought in Emmeline’s mind as they followed the familiar and well worn path towards cottage number two.

There were no lights flickering in the windows -- it was later than Emmeline had previously guessed -- but there were very few locked doors in this town and it was easy enough for Emmeline to slip inside and pad across the rough floor to the small room she knew Alastor had claimed months ago.

With their want in hand -- it would be unwise to wake the man with no means of defence -- Emmeline whispered into the dark toward the lump sprawled on the floor below them.

“Pssst... Alastor wake up. I’m back.”

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I’d just like to make a quick little note and dedicate Arthur Weasley’s bio to our lovely Emmeline Vance player, Rain, who had her baby this morning. Congrats to Rain and we hope nothing but the best for her family and her newborn Arthur!

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This is just far too sweet. <33 Arthur is doing great and I’m excited to get back into the swing of RPing. Prepare yourselves for the onslaught of plotting and baby pictures.

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⊱ sleepless ⊰ mary and emmeline

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There was a feeling of safety when Emmeline wrapped their arm around Mary. She didn’t like it, the way the feeling of being protected madex She was stronger than that. She was more than the little lamb that followed fierce and strong Emmeline around. But for now, after a night of terrors that stained her ratty old sheets with her sweat, it was nice to be comforted. It was nice to feel that link between reality and the twisted, mangled thoughts that poisoned her dreams. But most of all, it was nice that Emmeline was that link. 

Mary could indulge herself in that for a moment. Or maybe a few hours. 

Her sleep — or snooze, really — was restless. She wriggled and drooled and soft murmurs escaped as sighs from her lips. But it was a nap nonetheless and it eased the pulsing and pounding in her skull. She was aware of being awake before she opened her eyes. The sun no longer turned her eyelids red and she could feel everything around her. Her neck hurt from the angle it was bent at when she had fallen asleep; her ankles felt stiff because of having them crossed on top of the arm of the sofa; the cushions beneath her were surprisingly comfortable; the cold air suddenly made goosebumps prickle up and down her arms. Her eyes opened suddenly when she became aware of the way she was lying on top of Emmeline. And that her friend’s arm was still around her, even after the few hours of rolling around. 

Mary’s eyes closed again, savouring the moment. Maybe she could just go back to sleep? This was nice. She liked this. Emmeline was warm, their touch soothing and it was hard not to cuddle into them more. Because of the cold that chilled her arms, obviously. It was just nice to have someone. 

Going back to sleep was not going to happen. She didn’t want to jostle around and risk waking up Emmeline. But she was all too aware of her ankles and her neck and the knot in her shoulders. Mary let out a small sigh, finally properly acknowledging that she was awake. It was then that she realised Emmeline was too. Slowly, Mary rose, a sheepish look on her face. She couldn’t look Emmeline in the eye. But why? “No — no don’t be sorry. I fell asleep on you. My bad.” Mary straightened, awkwardness stiffening her posture. She scooted away, giving Emmeline all the space they might need. “I’m really sorry.” Mary chewed her lip for a moment. 

“… I had a really nice nap though.”

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Mary moved away, putting space between them both, and Emmeline took this as an indication their short time together was over. There was some unfamiliar feeling churning away inside Emmeline’s chest. It was as though they had missed an important component in a complicated arithmancy problem, there was something crucial Emmeline was missing, and if only they could stare at the problem long enough they would find the solution.

Giving their friend her space Emmeline brought both of their own hands to rest on their knees, eyes on the small cuts and bruises. Emmeline said nothing for a moment, studying the small marks as though they might give some indication of what the unyielding churning in their gut meant. What was the answer to this problem?

At Mary’s soft confession Emmeline looked up, not at their life long friend, but at the wall stove across the room from where they sat. Emmeline smiled. “Me too.” Emmeline whispered softly in reply, a small smile gracing over their lips. “I’ve missed you, Mary.” The urge to reach out and pull the woman in close swelled again, but Emmeline’s fingers only twitched atop their knee but did not move from their perch.

Emmeline yawned and stretched their arms. The small, damp patch on her shoulder shifted from where Mary had drooled as she slept. “It’s dark, I don’t think it would be good for you to walk back alone tonight.” Emmeline said, their voice carrying their usual matter of fact tone.

Finally they looked towards Mary. “And more than that...” Emmeline paused, trying to study the lines of Mary’s face to see how she was reacting. Would it be wrong to continue speaking? “I’d like to spend the time with you. And I’m sure you are tired but you are welcome to share my bunk.” Emmeline was not even sure why they were making the request, just that it seemed as though it would provide the answer they were searching for.

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What The Hell? || Alastor + Emmeline || Prompt

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One of the hardest parts of coming to terms with his injury years ago had been accepting that he was no longer capable of being the one that would dart ahead of the pack, that he was no longer able to be the first one there whenever he found himself being needed. Gritting his teeth and baring it did nothing to soothe his frayed nerves, and the other Aurors in the office had made it almost worse, the ones who had oh-so-helpfully pointed out he was lucky he still had a job at all when such a grievous wound would have led to a discharge in any other time, a private observation shared in hushed tones as if he was absolutely blind and didn’t realize the only reason he’d been retained was because the Ministry desperately needed fully-trained Aurors and lo and behold, he happened to be one. (Quietly, in the dark of night, he clung to the idea that he hadn’t been dropped at least partially because of his own abilities.) Hard, yes, but he came to find some value in being the one who loped behind, the one who would lead from the front in his own time, thank you very much. 

As such, he was only mildly bitter when Emmeline took off. Three years of progress, look at that!

Moody wasn’t surprised. He wished he was, but he wasn’t. His hand remained stretched out, fingers brushing the edge of the wards, and the tentative contact made his hands buzz, like that moment when you realize you’ve had just enough to drink to consider yourself drunk. His impatience was tempered by years of experience courtesy of having to navigate the bloated and congested bureaucracy the Ministry had been in its last days before The Fall; the kids, they didn’t know what to do with feeling powerless, with feeling like they were stuck with their backs against the wall with no weapons in hand to defend themselves. That didn’t mean he wasn’t going to beat the shit out of whoever turned out to have broken the line, but it did mean he’d at least get it while he was hitting them.

Assuming, of course, their idiocy didn’t bring the Death Eaters swarming over them, buzzing and angry, like kicking a hornet’s nest. If they kept their heads down behind the wards, they were all but invisible; but now that they’d broken it, there was always the chance they’d walk their enemies right back to them. Sure, the wards would hold for a time, but against an earnest search by an enemy both stronger than them and determined to wipe them out? They had three days if they stayed, he figured, and that was a very generous estimation. They would have to fall back, have to regroup elsewhere, and even then he knew there were those among them who’d demand they stand up and defend themselves rather than continue to run.

They’d be killed, down to the last man. Alastor liked to pretend he didn’t consider that end almost daily.

Emmeline had reappeared past the wards. He cocked a dark brow, knowing she couldn’t see the expression, and called out to her– them, shit, when they got closer. Acceptance and patience aside, his voice betrayed his irritation. “Whose necks am I breaking in the morn’?”

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Familiar magic buzzed along Emmeline’s skin as they passed back through the wards. Remus, Frank, and Alice’s spells hummed under the stronger thrum of Emmeline and Alastor’s own tendrils of woven protection. Emmeline let out the tension they had not realized they had been holding while out beyond the protective barriers. That strange and unique blend of spells meant safety to Emmeline, a physical sign that they were where they belonged.

The necessary dirt slipped through Emmeline’s long, thin fingers as they caught sight of the taller man. Alastor had made more progress than Emmeline had expected. They smiled and they caught up to him, pleased at the thought. Thought he had been invisible to them, the words had come through plenty clear and Emmeline frowned, mirroring his mood.

“Potter and Longbottom.” Emmeline reported back. “Frank, not Alice.” They clarified quickly. Emmeline’s voice was clipped as they fell back in line behind their leader, irritation stewing just under their skin. It was simply irresponsible for anyone to go running off into the woods in the middle of the night, yes Potter was young but Emmeline would have thought Longbottom would have known better. The risk to both their own lives, and the safety of everyone in their small settlement was far too great for what little could be gained.

“Let’s hope we’ll be so lucky to have that fucking luxury.” Emmeline scowled, their hand slipping back into the wards, finding comfort in the webbing. 

“They fine for now so I left them out there. Don’t see any point in trying to bring back kids who didn’t want to stay put to begin with.” Their words were calm and even. Though Emmeline’s sentiment was harsh they still hoped the two men would return home safely. The loss of life would be devastating to their little band of rebels, not to mention what sort of state Alice would be left in if Frank failed to return to her side.

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Why are you in my room? || Tamsin and Emmeline

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She wasn’t immediately shot down, that was a promising sign. Emmeline was studying her, dark eyes seeming to take their time lingering over her pale features as if they were searching for something hiding beneath the surface. Tamsin wondered what would happen if it turned out she didn’t possess whatever it was Emmeline was looking to find. Would she be turned away and left to try and sort all of this out on her own?

Tamsin actually sighed in relief when Emmeline combed her, damn it_, their_ fingers through their hair and nodded. 

“Okay, uhm, well, first I guess are just a few clarifying questions… you don’t see yourself as female or male, right? Just… it? Person? Dragon? What?” she asked, leaning forward and tilting her head to the side. “Dragon would be pretty badass, but I would need you to have some kind of fire-breathing spell. Hell, that’d be dead useful, actually.” 

Pausing for a moment, Tamsin pictured Emmeline flying over Port Montrose with large, leathery wings and breathing fire to protect the village. It’d probably attract more attention than Remus and Moody’s wards, but it would still be pretty damn awesome. Her fingers itched for her pencil and her journal. She wasn’t much of an artist but she liked to get ideas like that sketched out anyway. It didn’t matter if no one else would recognize what it was, she knew and that was all that mattered.

Shaking her head, Tamsin looked back at Emmeline. “Sorry, got a bit distracted there. The dragon thing was a joke, but the more I think about it, the more I wish it weren’t.” A wide gin split her face even as she forced herself to focus. “Anyway, back to the topic at hand… How did you know? That you didn’t want to be a girl or, uh, aren’t? Aren’t a girl? Is that right?”

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There had been countless people who had drifted through Emmeline’s life, some more talkative than others, but Emmeline was almost certain none they had met thus far could prattle on like this wisp of a girl could. It was almost overwhelming to Emmeline, the way the girl moved so seamlessly from some sensible question on to the absolute nonsense that followed. True, the thought of transforming into a massive, fire-breathing, beast seemed exciting, but it was so utterly impossible and completely impractical that Emmeline could not work out how the girl could be stuck on the matter for any length of time. 

As she fell silent Emmeline watched the youngster in confusion. With an eyebrow raised and lips pursed to one side Emmeline waited, hoping that Tamsin would work out her imagination before speaking up again; if not this could prove to be an exhausting conversation.

“Right, you good then?” Emmeline asked rhetorically before leaning back against the counter. “I’m not either. It’s not a matter of what I want or don’t want, it’s just what I am.” Emmeline paused for a moment as they tried to find a better way to frame their thought. “When did you realize you were a girl? Or have you just always been one?” It didn’t matter how many times they explained themself, or who was on the receiving end, Emmeline never felt as though they had really ever answered anyone’s questions. “Even when I was very young I just knew I wasn’t like the little girls in my classes. Just a feeling inside I suppose. I suppose it is a bit like knowing you have magic when no one’s told you about this world.”

Emmeline Frowned. They were rambling and making less sense as they went. It would be best to end it all right here but instead Emmeline looked at the girl, watching her face carefully again for signs of confusion.

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Any Nonsense And I Hex You || Emma & Emmeline

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There were so precious few distractions from guilt in Port Montrose. Peter and Regulus were kept at arm’s length; the decision makers, the so-called leaders had done their job in earnest to ensure Emma was as isolated as possible. There was nothing at all to take her mind off of those side-eyed looks of anger nor the half-crippling self-consciousness they brought upon her. Emma had always been as invisible as a statute could be–something admired but never touched and rarely spoken to. It had been lonely, but it was far preferable to this.

Here, she was in a sickly green spotlight at all times. It painted even her most noble of endeavours with suspicion and disdain. She was no longer dismissed–she was exiled, was chased away from any space that might have been private or sacred or safe by those who believed she had no right to stand upon their hallowed ground. 

She tried so hard to understand. Safety–true safety, from the war, from the chaos–was the sort of utopia beyond all of their reach. Port Montrose had been so painfully close for so many of them; her presence was nothing more than a cruel reminder of how close the war still was to their doorstep. Emma had as well as baptized their beach in blood, staining the shoreline red. But her own yawning ache for the same thing they needed prevented her from forgiving them their own transgressions. They stood between her and safety, and freedom, and sanity, and they did it wearing their snarling faces like armour. 

Emma knew strange Vance from before, from the years preceding the coiling tattoo on her left forearm. They’d wasted away at Hogwarts in tandem, rarely crossing paths–Emma swam without fight down the stream she’d been placed in where Emmeline rubbed merrily against the grain. She thought Emmeline foolish for it; they, in turn, surely thought Emma a fool. Their abrupt presence interrupting the afternoon of absolutely fucking nothing Emma had been dreading was a surprisingly welcomed turn of events. Get your coat, they barked, and Emma found herself obeying without question. The idea of being outside was endlessly appealing.

Wrapped in a jumper and jacket, feet shoved into the boots that were on their last legs, Emma stared over the threshold at her so-called intruder. She’s just as strange as she always was, whispered that cruel voice in the base of her skull. Still, a warning was warranted, quiet and hesitant as it were: “You’re not meant to be taking me out of doors.”

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The question was fair enough, but Emmeline was impatient, having all ready made up their mind and not inclined in the least to belabor a point. Wasn’t is obvious to her that Emmeline had already made up their mind? With a sigh Emmeline pursed their lips trying to think how best to express themself. 

Sharp eyes took in the girl’s appearance, from the odd assortment of outerwear slung across her impossibly slim frame, to the well worn boots barely holding together, add to that Emma’s lack of a wand wand and little knowledge of the surrounding terrain and it was almost laughable. Emma looked no more prepared for a life on the run than Tamsin was for unsupervised time. That is to say, both would be ill-advised and likely end in disaster.

“You won’t run from me.” Emmeline said confidently. “And if you do I’ll hex you before you get more than ten feet.” Emmeline’s voice was easy and casual as they made the threat; despite the tone, Emmeline’s brown eyes were not dancing with amusement as might have been expected. Every word they spoke was sincere, and Emmeline would act without hesitation if there was need.

“If Alastor doesn’t like it he can...“ Emmeline let their voice trail off rather than say anything rude about the man they worked closely with in front of a hostage. Emmeline pursed their thin lips, all this chatter was a waste of their time. “I have better things to do than sit here wand watch you pick your nose all day. We’re going out.” With that Emmeline turned and left the doorway. “Follow me or I’ll leave you with Moody for the day.” They called out over their shoulder. Experience told them Moody was enough of a threat that most could be prodded with and doubted very much that the coward Vance was any different. 

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All That Glitters || Aisling & Emmeline

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“Lots of things,” Aisling answered Emmeline’s question seriously despite her wide smile,”Did you know the area has had quite a few ships go down nearby over the past few hundred years?” Emmeline probably did know. Emmeline knew so many interesting things and they were learning more all the while. Aisling thought Emmeline was likely an interesting person to know even more so in Port Montrose where they were involved with the quiet strategy meetings Aisling had only heard talk of. Unfortunately that also meant that Emmeline spent a great deal of time with Moody and in Port Montrose it almost seemed as though it was a crime to interrupt that hulk of a man when he was barking or muttering. Aisling wouldn’t have minded breaking the rules to get Emmeline’s attention and she was not opposed to picking their fearsome leader’s mind either but she had found that conversations with him did not often go so well when she was involved. She hoped it would not be the same with Emmeline.

The light glinted off of her still hidden prize again and Aisling took another step deeper into the frigid water. “It’s shiny whatever it is. Probably metal, maybe it is something useful,”she said tilting her head to cast her words back towards Emmeline without taking her eyes off the glimmer. The water was climbing slowly up her legs brushing higher with every wave as she pushed forward and the breath caught in her lungs as it explored the bare flesh of her thighs. Aisling’s bare toes wriggled blindly across the ocean floor seeking the best footholds and dancing away from the sharp edges of rocks. Just a little bit further. 

When she finally stood close to the spot where she saw the light reflecting she squinted down at the water curiously trying to pinpoint exactly where to reach. “I’m sure it’s something interesting. I haven’t seen anything shine out here before but maybe that’s just because we don’t get a lot of sun.” Aisling’s thoughts continued to stream out her mouth as she searched around with her toes trying to feel for anything that might be her glittery prize.

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Still in a slight state of shock that the girl would so foolishly enter the tumbling waves. One’s own life was not worth the risk for some silly trinket, no matter how brightly it might glint in the sunshine. Emmeline had always been under the impression that Aisling was practical, intelligent woman despite her young age, yet here she was acting like quite the fool.

Emmeline frowned as they watched the girl as she continued to wade further out. Garbled speech reached Emmeline’s ears but it was nearly impossible to make out the words from the safety of their perch on the rock. With a begrudging sigh Emmeline slipped from the rock and took a few steps towards the waterfront but made sure to keep a safe distance from the surf. “What was that?” Emmeline called out, but it was obvious that Aisling did not hear their question as she continued to ramble on.

Emmeline sighed again as they watched. The wind whipped up, blowing Emmeline’s long hair about their face and they struggled to keep their long locks back with one hand while the other cupped around their lips in hopes it would help to carry their voice. “Aisling, come back here! Puta!” They cursed in their native tongue. “This is madness!” A simple charm could have brought the item straight to the shore, there was no need to to go through all of this nonsense. “Just, get out!”

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Excuse You! || Peter & Emmeline

Emmeline winced slightly as they walked up the gravel path that ran down the center of The Order’s collection of cottages. Old boots should have meant fewer blisters, and yet Emmeline could feel the bubbles of puss forming across their toes and the tops of their feet where the shoes still rubbed.

Careful, watchful eyes scanned the scene before them, taking in each cabin they passed and looking for the anomalies that warned of danger. There was of course no moment they were not all in danger -- not that one could tell with the way the youngest members carried on -- but Emmeline knew that most in their little group benefited from the mere illusion of safety.

Though this was  meant to have been their day of rest, an afternoon to relax in solitude, or perhaps drink away the anxiety brought on by reality, Emmeline had taken the time to continue mapping the land further out from the wards. Their hike had begun before the sun had risen that morning and it was now well into the late afternoon as they made their way towards the communal cottage.

The sanctuary of Cabin six was blissfully empty. The only company Emmeline desired at this moment, in their exhausted, slightly sweaty, state was Alastor if only to update him on their extensive hike. With no one about Emmeline settled into the chair behind the table laid out with the shared maps and reached for a quill ad they kicked off their shoes with a contented sigh.

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⊱ sleepless ⊰ mary and emmeline

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The world was starting to blur and there was a pounding in the side of her head that made it had to focus on anything else. And of all the days for the clouds to momentarily shift and let the sun shine they chose today. The light that cast rays in through the grimy windows made her wince. It would've been the perfect opportunity to warm her bones resting out and stretched across the sand  with the sun tickling her face. Maybe she’d get the chance to again in twelve years when another towns person sacrificed a goat (she had come to the conclusion that was the only possible explanation for the change of weather). But for now, she was locked away inside the living room of Cottage Four with the curtains drawn and an Emmeline to keep her company. 

Mary had arrived over at seven o’ clock in the morning with two slices of buttered toast (one also with a light coating of raspberry jam as a treat she really shouldn’t have indulged in) and her copy of Emma. She would have come over sooner but it would probably be just a tad unacceptable — particularly given the fact that she didn’t actually live in Cottage Four. But after a rough night that left her with purple bruises under her eyes and a yawn-filled morning, Mary needed Emmeline. She needed them as soon as possible. Though when she sneaked into the cottage, worry knotted her stomach and she spent a good twenties biting her thumbnail and deliberating whether to wake them or not. In the end she decided against it but it was certainly a relief when she saw her friend later in the morning. 

Her book had been left aside and the pair had spent the day chatting. Mary never let the conversation get deep. After the night of troubled dreams she couldn’t really take anything more than small talk. It was obvious she was the one running her mouth, speaking too fast about trivial things that probably weren’t the slightest bit interesting to Emmeline, when her words started to slur. The tiredness that made her physically ache crept into her voice and started to make her eyelids droop. At some point she had crawled over to Emmeline and then later again she had pulled up her legs and rested her head on their shoulder. She was saying something wasn’t she? Mary couldn’t even remember. “Sch’yeah…” and with that her eyelids drooped and she didn’t open them again.

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Most every day was exactly like the next in the gloomy little village next to the rocky beach. Emmeline knew the sun rose only because the overcast sky grew a bit lighter and because their body insisted they rise from their bed. Wards were strengthened, unruly teens half-assed their rounds, meals were made and consumed; life seemed to carry on even when nothing much seemed to happen. But the day before had been anything but uneventful.

Mary’s arrival had been wholly unexpected and left Emmeline in a state of blissful shock. Unable to sleep, Emmeline had stayed up half the night, mind buzzing as they lay awake in bed trying to sort out the confusing whirl of emotions. Finally dozing off in the wee hours of the morning Emmeline was overjoyed to wake to the sight of the younger woman, a shy smile on her face and coffee in hand. Though still uncertain as to where they stood with Mary since her return Emmeline knew there was no better way to spend their day than in the presence of the once lost friend.

Conversation came easily and Emmeline was happy to simply let Mary chatter away as though nothing had changed since they had last been together. In due time Emmeline pulled out a map to show Mary the perimeter of the wards but soon found themself yawning as Mary’s head dipped. Carefully, cautiously, Emmeline slipped an arm around Mary’s slim frame and pulled her in close. “Shhh.” Emmeline hushed her as she murmured.

Though she was small, Mary’s body provided a warmth Emmeline had not felt in quite a long time and hours later, as they stirred, Emmeline could not remember dozing off.

“I’m sorry.” Emmeline whispered the apology as they sat up from where they had curled up against Mary on the small, lumpy sofa. Looking down at the woman Emmeline was uncertain if they should pull their arm back as well or not.

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Charo Ronquillo

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Lemon-Lime Sorbet:a sexual/NC-17 headcanon (alt: a secret(s) h/c).

Emmeline had been kissed before, they were fifteen of course they had been kissed before! But this kiss, shared between themself and the boy they’d only just confessed their adoration for, was not like any kiss Emmeline had shared before. It made them quiver and yet Emmeline did not want to stop. The flowers fluttered to the floor between them as he pulled away and looked down into Emmeline’s brown eyes. Fingers trailed along the hem of their shirt and Emmeline whimpered and nodded.

The world seemed to move in slow motion and yet passed so quickly at the same time. Clothes littered the ground like the petals from the flowers, and with each shed item Emmeline shivered despite the building heat within them. Mind dizzy as his lips moved across their body it was all Emmeline could do to grip his arms tightly and let the pleasure consume them. With a shuddering gasp he seemed to rip through Emmeline who let out a moan of their own.

It seemed only moments later he was pulling away the both of them panting and sweating. Emmeline smiled softly and blushed, suddenly very aware of their nakedness under his critical eye. Though all the muggle books Emmeline had read had explained the physics of sex it was only now that Emmeline realized how woefully unprepared they were for the aftermath. Should they get dressed? Could they reach out and hold him close again? What was that look he was giving them now?

“I told them I could fuck you like a girl.” The boy laughed as he reached for his shirt.

“What?”

“You scurry around like you’re so special, but you’ve got a cunt just like all the rest.”

The words hit Emmeline hard but they were frozen to the desk, unable to do anything more than curl their legs up to cover their chest. Tears flooded their eyes but Emmeline refused to cry with the boy still here.

“Get out.” The words almost a growl.

“I’ll take my time if I want to.”

“Get out, get out, GET OUT!” Emmeline screamed, wand sparking in their hand as they stood on the desk, eyes flashing in fury. And without another word the boy scampered from the room in just his shirt, a well placed stinging jinx landing on his bare backside.

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Dulce de Leche:a happy/sweet romantic or queerplatonic headcanon.

Emmeline had been kissed before, they were fifteen of course they had been kissed before! But it had been several years since their lips had met another’s which only served to make the quick exchange behind the Three Broomsticks all the more thrilling. Emmeline had tried their best to remain invisible and focus on their studies at Hogwarts and believed they had succeeded in doing so until the day before when the boy had called out their name in a whisper. Confessions of admiration and his months of quiet longing took Emmeline by surprise so that they hardly noticed the way his arms slipped around their waist and pulled them in close.

The sweet, simple kiss made Emmeline’s stomach flutter and brought shivers running down their spine. They had, of course, noticed him as well. Who hadn’t noticed the handsome boy with a charming smile? And it seemed impossible that he would notice Emmeline in return. Excitement flooded every inch of Emmeline’s body as they walked towards the empty classroom the boy had named the day before. A gift of flowers clutched between small fingers helped to ease the nervous shaking, but as they looked down at the hand picked bouquet Emmeline wondered if it was too much or too silly.

There was no time to linger on such thoughts once the door swung open and Emmeline was once more wrapped up in his arms. The flowers were crushed between their chests as they kissed and Emmeline’s heart fluttered in excitement.