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“Thank You.” He says, unable to meet her eyes.
Emma glanced at Snape, a small curve on her lips. “No problem, love. It’s just some silly thing that can be solved in a few minutes. Really, it’ll be over soon.”
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unspoolcd:
“Thank You.” He says, unable to meet her eyes.
Emma glanced at Snape, a small curve on her lips. “No problem, love. It’s just some silly thing that can be solved in a few minutes. Really, it’ll be over soon.”
kingsley--shacklebolt:
“I plan on being all of those things. I can’t imagine a world that isn’t just and fair and I want to be a part of helping making those changes so that every witch and wizard can live their life in peace. International Magical Cooperation would help with that too. Making sure that we are all working together in the magical community. I don’t see anything wrong with that. But I’m sure you’d love the travel part of it all too.”
"That actually sounds really cool, Kingsley - good for you! You’ve got my blessing, if that counts at all. Better someone who has vision and ambition than one of those Ministry officials that only pretend to understand Magic Law. Yes, the travel part is quite great, but I have my issues with it. I love diplomacy but I tend to dislike diplomats. But cooperation - that’s something not a lot of people understand. I think I could do it.”
lupine-lupin:
Oh…no, I’m sorry, I can’t make that promise. But you’re right about O’Malley. I really should be going. As Sirius and James will say if anyone asks, we’ve been playing exploding snap all night long.
Good luck with the wards!
Well, there goes the chivalrous, brave, and good lion.
kingsley--shacklebolt:
“Of course I already know what I want to be when I grow up. Head of the Magical Law Enforcement office. Though I am willing to let a couple of simple pranksters go, despite how annoying they can be. How about you?”
"Oh la la! Such a fancy title, I love it! So you’ll be just, and equal, and lawful, hmm? Oh, you know me, I have a couple things in mind. Perhaps I take over my dad’s business in the world of broom-making, or my mom in the editorial and fashion field. But I must be honest, I’m thinking of International Magical Cooperation, too. There’s always something alluring to the promise of the word international, no?”
lupine-lupin:
This is just a wild guess, but I’m pretty sure you will say it, actually, when the needs becomes great enough.
But by all means, try to wrangle up the marauders. I think you’ll find Peter is particularly hard to pin down.
Oh well, dear - it seems you question my abilities. But regardless, Professor O’Malley won’t take long and if I don’t get you and your mates to change it by then, I have full trust he’ll fix it. However, it will be an awful pity if he came and saw you here - conclusions can be made. But because it’s you, and Sirius, I will not say a word - if you promise me not to ever bother the entire house of Slytherin just for the sake of annoying Snape. Could you do that, please?
kingsley--shacklebolt:
“Though I see you are incredibly busy now trying to twart pranksters, how have you been? It feels like i haven’t seen you in forever.”
"Besides trying to remind pranksters that pranks don’t work out when you have the Head of the House’s number on speed dial, I must say I’ve been okay. Busy, tired, training all the time - thinking, too. What about you, dear? Know already what you wish to be once you grow up?”
caradoc-cares-not:
“Everything okay, princess? What’s going on with your password? I can’t imagine anyone would be rude enough to dare messing with your kingdom.”
"All is always okay when I can do something about it, love. Oh, some foolish jesters dare to come and mess with the kingdom of the cunning folks by trying, and failing, to keep us out; it seems the word cunning, and the very much true trait of resourcefulness, seems to escape them. But why, it seems a knight has also come to see our troubles - how are you, love?”
iamceliadvrs:
She’d bitten her tongue, holding her breath as she kept from responding with unwarranted sharp words. Then again, House stereotypes were nearly as bad as those about blood status, anyways. Letting out a small sigh, she nodded, a small ‘Yeah’ passing from her lips. Celia shifted her weight from one foot to the other, and for a moment she considered sitting back down in the seat in front of her, to just sit and talk here. But she was tired, and at this rate needed the latte more than she cared about having this talk. “I really, really need a latte,” Celia murmured, neglecting to return the smile before turning towards the door.”Honey and cinnamon. Any particular kind you’d like?”
“Is it too much of a cliche to ask for a Pumpkin Spice latte?” It’s a challenge to keep up her optimism when it felt like walking on eggshells around the witch. If she started with the wrong statement, would it go downhill from there? They were friends - were they not? If anything they were becoming friends, but not good enough where Emma could tell the exact word to change the tides, or the right expression to make it all okay again. “And - listen, Celia,” she says before she exists through the door, following her out. “I don’t want this to be some type of awful thing. It’s a simple talk. Nothing terrible.”
lupine-lupin:
Sorry. Would if I could but…I can’t. Not without Sirius, James, and Pete’s go-ahead.
Go ahead, say it out loud. It’s fun!
Then I will track them down, make then all stand here and change it, because I will not say that and I won’t have half the house say it, either. It’s stupid, Remus. I have nothing against Severus, and that boy has enough issues to add this to the pile.
lupine-lupin:
Well, of course, tell whoever you’d like. What fun would it be otherwise?
...Oh, no, no, wait - I won’t do that. Oh my gosh, I can’t tell that to the children. Can’t you change it back, please, dear? Please?
kingsley--shacklebolt:
“Someone had to be there to help everyone else. I’m glad that I could fill that role. I’m honestly surprised it’s taken so long for someone to fix the password. Thank you for taking the lead on that.”
"My pleasure, love. Like I told Professor O’Malley, it’s nothing too worrisome. Perhaps if one of the prefects passes by, we can have them try to fix it while our head of house gets here. It’s nothing if not an inconvenience.”
iamceliadvrs:
“Good, I guess. Keeps me out of trouble?” Celia questioned, looking quickly towards Emma before looking back at what she was doing. Finished with packing up her bag, she slung it over her shoulder, pocketing her phone for the moment despite the fact she felt the urge to fiddle with it. In a way, this was childish. Silly, even. The last time Celia had tried to do things in her own avoidant way, Bertie had still somehow managed to let her know it had been him writing back to her in the journal. And now, Emma wanted to talk, instead of avoiding the issue and letting whatever friendship they had, die. On the blonde’s part, it was admirable that she’d brought it up first. “I can make us lattes in my dorm while we talk,” She offered hesitantly.
"Well, that can’t possibly be fun for a Gryffindor to be out of trouble.” She tries to joke, but the witch can’t tell if it’s for the better or worst. So she just stands there with idle hands, glancing at the girl who looks more than ready to run. Would it be much to tell her she was more than willing to charm the door and never let them go until they had an actual, real talk? “Oh, yes - I’d love that. But I mean, you don’t have to do that if you’re not up for it. We can stay here, or not - we can do whatever makes you feel more comfortable.” She adds a quick smile, and hopes that’s enough to erase just how awkward it felt. But Emma was nothing if not determined, and this chat would happen, one way or another.
lupine-lupin:
Well…because it’s you…and only because it’s you…I’ll go ahead and tell you. Are you ready? You might want to get a pen and paper. I’ll wait.
All right, it’s…”Snivellus is an infected pimple”. Pretty great, huh?
...Really? Oh for Morgana’s sake, why would you do that? Actually, no dear, forget I asked that. I don’t want to get involved in whatever crusade you have against Severus. Just - what about the first years? And the second or third years? I’m sorry, but I’m going to tell them too, at least until O’Malley fixes it. I won’t have them freaking out because all their books and things are locked inside.
iamceliadvrs:
“That’s good,” Celia responded vaguely, stuffing her papers back into their appropriate folder. Summerset hadn’t gone as planned, and that was an understatement. While the brunette certainly prided herself in being a ‘Muggleborn’, she could’t help but feel the ever-growing sense of inferiority (or was it regret?) when it came to Emma. Were they friends? Was it ever right to call them friends in the first place? What had transpired at Summerset had only strained whatever relationship they’d had. Or now, perhaps, whatever was left. “I’m alright. Busy with studying… And stuff.”
"That’s good, too - I mean, that you’re alright, not that you’re busy. Or is that good, too?” Emma asked, eyebrows knitting together in a small furrow. She hated this; the awkward words, the rising tension, the distance between her and a girl she very much grew fond of. What was the course to tell? She came to seek her out for a reason, hadn’t she? Then what was keeping her from bringing up? Maybe it was true. Maybe she was not brave enough - maybe she was indeed nothing but a phony with relationships that never last forever. “I wanted to talk. With you. About what happened.”
kingsley--shacklebolt:
“Well my plan was to stay inside the common rooms and let those stuck outside in. We already know who the resident pranksters are, which is why I’m sure they will be reprimanded appropriately. This is just harmless. Annoying, but harmless.”
"Oh dear, why wouldn’t you open the door for those stuck outside? Ah, yes, they certainly were the first to come to my mind, but I truly find no issue with it. It’s annoying, and petty, but I won’t give it a second thought. O’Malley will change it back, and ta da, like magic it’ll all be okay again.”
iamceliadvrs:
As her Charms class was let out for the evening, Celia had only been half paying attention to her things, having pulled her phone out immediately as class had ended to listen to music on the way back to her dorm. But before she could get her earphones out, some force had tossed a few of her papers to the floor. ‘Probably some Pureblood brat,’ she’d thought. With a small huff, she’d knelt to pick them up, only to hear the familiar and nearly unwelcome voice of a certain blonde mama bear. “…Hey.” Celia returned awkwardly, standing with a few of her papers in her hand. Damn it, she’d done such a good job avoiding her until now. “How’re you?”
"I’m okay.” Sure, that covered it. Emma’d been dwelling in her thoughts for days now, wondering how to approach this situation. While it wasn’t an extreme when she went beyond her ways to solve a situation, especially one with someone she felt close and somewhat deeply fond of, it was still unusual. But Emma couldn’t let go of things easily - not without giving it at least a try, despite her pride and wounded ego. “How are you?”
kingsley--shacklebolt:
“And Emma comes to the rescue! I’m sure many of our housemates are going to be thanking you for this in droves. Don’t let the crowd worry you. They mean no harm.”
"Always to the rescue of the less fortunate targets of a joke, love. So surprising that such a clever boy like yourself hasn’t figured it out. Oh, I do not worry. What can anyone get out of playing a prank to Slytherins, if it only takes us a second to solve it?”