Emma Vanity

21. Beater for the Holyhead Harpiers. Ex-Slytherin

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Where: Quidditch Charity Match

When: Post Chaos

Who: Emma and Sirius (  @siriusxorion​  )

Emma was no good in this situations. She wasn’t a fighter. Even if she wanted to be she wasn’t great at duelling. There was a reason why she had gone into quidditch after all. She wasn’t amazing at magic. And so, this situation was kind of scary. Emma felt like she should stop and help. She did not like the death eaters after all. And well, sure it might not be them that started it, but they certainly didn’t hep things when they wanted to create chaos. Emma also couldn’t see why anyone else would want to cause chaos at a quidditch game. Even though she felt like she should fight, the desire to just leave was higher. 

And so, she spun around, ready to leave, before instantly bumping into someone. “Oh shit. Please don’t hurt me.” She murmured, throwing her arms up, like that would protective. But then she realised who it was. “Oh. Sirius!”

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ludobagman​:

Ludo felt his expression fall slightly at the sound of Emma’s shrill voice. Even though he no longer played for the Wasps, he was still a wasp at heart and couldn’t simply let go of the rivalry between them and the Harpies. Although, he did have a bit of a soft spot for Emma, she was an incredible player, and being so young she certainly deserved any praise she received. Ludo was sure that Emma was aware of that, which was why he didn’t feel bad bringing their rivalry off the pitch.

“Washed up former player?” Ludo scoffed, eyes rolling slightly, “Need I remind you that the Wasps won three champions in a row because of me? Or that many people consider me to be one of the best beaters to ever join the league?” His eyebrow raised, turning to give his fan a smirk before realizing that they’d already walked away. “Look what you’ve done, Emma, you’ve scared them away. I don’t have any cash on me I was trying to get a galleon for a drink.” Ludo laughed slightly, letting the façade face.

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There was a rather large age gap between Ludo and Emma, so they hadn’t really had the opportunity to spend that much time actually playing against each other. But it did not mean that she did not enjoy teasing him. And of course, it was actually only teasing. Emma did think he had been a pretty decent player, and she was gutted that they’d not been able to play more together. But she was not going to lose an opportunity to tease him. She didn’t see him much anymore, and so she was going ot take full advantage of actually seeing him for once.

“Doesn’t mean you’re not washed up darling.” She teased, nudging his hip gently. She did not think he was washed up though, and she was hoping he wasn’t actually offended by what she had said. But it was a little late now, since she had actually said it. “i mean I have replaced you as best beater after all.” She added, a smirk on her lips. Though it did fall away at his next words. “Oh.... must be dazzled by us amazing beaters.” She mused, shaking her head. “No money? idiot.” She grumbled, shaking her head. “Guess that means I need to treat you to a drink”

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evan--rosier​:

Although he wasn’t really womaniser, he really knew how to talk with woman. Sometimes he would be surprised by his own tolerance of things. Emma Vanity was one of the prettiest woman around, he had to admit that. Plus, she was a pureblood so he could find a way to be actually nice to her.

Amused, he offered her one of his smiles, for which he knows is pretty nice, if you could say in that way. Evan wasn’t a flirt but why not to try? Besides, it is better to do it on Vanity that somebody else who would be.. well, less attractive.

“Well, I don’t think you missed much. I am more successful in other fields, if you are interested, Vanity.”

Originally posted by lonethoughts

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Emma just laughed, rolling her eyes as she took a seat opposite him. It always amused her when men thought that they were merlin’s gift to the world, and she had always figured that was exactly how Evan viewed himself. Of course, she did have to admit that he wasn’t too bad looking. But, she tried to not let that be the focus of too much of her time, or attention. One couldn’t be constantly distracted after all, or they would not get anything done.

“I suppose that depends how you define successful.” She pointed out, a little smirk on her lips as she looked at him. “So what are these other fields then?”

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evan--rosier​:

The café was getting busier, which didn’t surprise him and fortunately, it didn’t annoy him at all. He decided to get another coffee, to keep him going. Evan needed to admit that Skeeter did have some talent - there is no way in the Earth he could write all of that. Well, it was obvious that Rita has always been curious and liked to get her nose into everyone’s business. Really brave move.

He noticed a shadow from somebody nearby, and turn his head just to take a look. It was Emma Vanity, obviously amused with the fact he is actually reading. If it was someone else, Evan would definitely have some mean comment, but now he didn’t really mind.

“Oh, Vanity. I am full of surprises. I even know how to write. Amazing, isn’t it?”

Originally posted by darksideofthemuse

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Considering everything that was going on in her world, staying away from someone like Evan Rosier was probably a good idea. The Rosiers had the same beliefs that her own family had. So that should have been enough. But somehow, she found herself quite liking to be in conversation with him. He wasn’t that bad a conversationist, and well, he was very attractive, so that was quite nice too.

So, in fact she was not surprised to find herself looking down at him, amused that he was reading a book. She rolled her eyes, but there was a little smirk on her face at his response.

“It is. Should I be sad that  you’ve never used your writing skills to write to me? I’m wounded Evan.”

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evan--rosier​:

Where : Borealis Cafe

Who : N/A

Although Evan didn’t want anyone to know it, he was kind of coffee addict. Thought of somebody of his friends or even worse enemies would see him there was frightening him a bit. After all, he was really more of alcohol guy.

Sitting with a pumpkin coffee, he made sure nobody sees him, reading Rita’s boring newspapers. If somebody told him he would ever read it, he would definitely call them crazy or even do something worse. But here he was, sitting and reading, trying to find something interesting around.

Originally posted by justanothermysticgirl

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Emma was running late. Which was rather unlike her. She usually had a super tight routine. It mostly stemmed from the fact that she was a professional sports woman, and so her day was mostly dictated. But she had a shoulder injury, and well, that meant she couldn’t play. She was hoping it was getting better, since what was a beater without a good shoulder. It was actually a hospital appointment that she was running late for. But she always had stop for coffee. It was like a ritual when she came to the hospital.

As she was waiting for her coffee, she spotted a familiar face. Although it was not as familiar to see him reading a paper. “I didn’t even know you could read Rosier.”

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ludobagman​:

Who: Ludo & Open Where: Quidditch Charity Match When: Before the Game Started

Ludo had a big hand in helping organize the charity match, but he couldn’t help but be outrageously jealous. He missed playing quidditch, he wanted to be out on the pitch taking part in the game. He put on a happy face, though, because he was happy to be here. Anything was better than being stuck behind his desk at the Ministry.

He was making his rounds, talking to anybody that approached him. Thankfully nothing had gone wrong and nobody had approached him with some sort of problem. He was in his element, surrounded by people and fans, it really was his happy place. “No, you’re right. The Wasps haven’t been playing as well since I left the team. It’s a shame, but what can you do? Autographs cost a galleon, if you were looking on getting one.” Ludo smirked, taking advantage of the excitement of the other person to make himself a quick buck.

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Emma didn’t usually attend quidditch matches that often. Not ones she wasn’t playing in anyway. But this was for charity, and she’d decided that it would look bad if she didn’t at least make some appearance. And she was trying to do all the good things, so that she could eventually become Captain of the Harpies. So, it made sense for her to show up at the quidditch match. She shook her head as she overheard a conversation that Ludo was having. She really should not have been surprised really.

“Still cocky as always Bagman.” The brunette teased, a little smirk on her face as she stopped by where the man was. “I wouldn’t bother....” She mused, speaking to the other person now. “Why waste a galleon on a washed up former play when you can get one from a current player.” Of course, she was only joking. Turning to Ludo, she grinned at him. “Hi Ludo.” 

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tavmulciber​: 

“How unfortunate for you. There’s never been a bad photograph of me,” Tav spoke in a tone like he was only speaking fact, and he did believe he was. If Emma thought her image was bad, who was he to correct her? “It must be harder to maintain appearances while playing.” They’d played quidditch a few times theirself, they were good on a broom and knew how to do some tricks, but for Tav broomsticks were mostly for transportation. The thought of being required to bump around in the air with fourteen others scrambling after a handful of balls wasn’t exactly appealing to them. He understood what it meant for Emma however, even if it wasn’t what he would have chosen, he knew what it looked like when someone was free. His own freedom would still require some work, yet. They heard the sarcasm in her voice with her agreement and grinned toothily, always having liked the tone. “Of course you are,” he repeated after her, “and it would be horribly fucking rude not to celebrate with me now you’re here.” She took her seat and Tav pulled his leg back in, slipping back to perfect posture in his seat. They caught sight of a waiter approaching and waved them away despite knowing very well what they wanted already, politeness wasn’t unimportant and Emma was only just looking at the menu. “I don’t follow quidditch,” he admitted easily, “but I have heard you’ve been doing well for yourself since hogwarts, haven’t you?”

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“How lucky for you.” Emma mused with a little smirk. She wished she could say the same. But she had also chosen a career that involved a lot of movement and action. So she shouldn’t have been surprised that it ended up with a lot of bad photos. “It is indeed.” She murmured with a nod. “Hard to look your best when rain is blasting into your face.” Even more so when one was trying to concentrate too. Luckily, Emma didn’t really care too much about how she looked. As long as they didn’t say anything bad about her. Although, they did sometimes, but Emma just tried to not think about it too much. She had better things to concentrate on.

“Exactly. And my mother brought me up to not be rude.” And well, she wasn’t going to give Tav any reasons to dislike her. She might not like most of the pureblood world, but she could at least pretend a little. It wasn’t like she wanted to burn all her bridges after all. Not yet anyway. In the future maybe, but right now having her hands in both sides was quite useful.

“Such a shame.” But she was used to people not following the sport. It wasn’t everyone’s thing. They were wrong of course, but everyone was allowed to have their own opinion. “But yes I have. I’m a beater for the Holyhead Harpies.” 

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l-evxnspotter​:

“…The sports specialist. Of course.” Lily took a futile glance at the appointment book, even though she had a very strong recollection from 30 minutes ago when the athletic injury Healer had told her she had to go pick her kid up from daycare and could Lily just push all her appointments until the afternoon, or maybe the evening, or even better, tomorrow? (“Evans, someday you’ll be doing this to an apprentice when you’re certified and then you’ll understand!”) “Well,” she started, with a furtive glance to the left like her absent colleague might magically appear, “unfortunately, our specialist has had a family emergency.” Close enough. “I can’t completely say when she’ll be back, could I reschedule you for…” the appointment book in front of her flopped open to the next open slot, “two Tuesdays from now?” Even Lily grimaced. “I hope it isn’t urgent.” 

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Emma just blinked at the woman. Her appointment had to be cancelled? That was rather frustrating. Emma just sighed, shaking her head. She was frustrated, but she knew not to blame the woman in front of her, or the specialist actually. A family emergency was a family emergency. “Emergencies happen I guess....” She mused, but it was rather clear she was not impressed. The next words that came out of Lily’s mouth just made it even worse. “Two weeks? What!” That was not possible, and in her opinion not good enough. She needed to get on back on the pitch as soon as possible, and she knew that her agent was not going to be happy with her being off sick for another two weeks.

“Depends if you think spending another two weeks off sick is urgent or not.” She mused, with a little shrug. One would have thought playing for one of the most successful teams in the country would have some weight, but clearly not. “My team manager will probably be in contact, and I imagine she’ll be a lot more annoyed that I am right now.”

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amissafide​:

𝐈𝐭 𝐰𝐚𝐬 𝐭𝐡𝐞 𝐩𝐞𝐫𝐟𝐞𝐜𝐭 𝐝𝐚𝐲 𝐟𝐨𝐫 𝐚 𝐥𝐢𝐭𝐭𝐥𝐞 𝐫𝐞𝐬𝐭𝐨𝐜𝐤𝐢𝐧𝐠 𝐨𝐧 𝐛𝐨𝐨𝐤𝐬, 𝐩𝐚𝐫𝐜𝐡𝐦𝐞𝐧𝐭 𝐚𝐧𝐝 𝐢𝐧𝐤. Of course, others may have seen the almost gloomy weather a bit odd for such a trip but the former Slytherin simply loved the idea of a dark and grey day with a larger than life chance of rain. Bags hanging off of her arm, the witch couldn’t help but take a curious peek at the book she’d purchased moments before. If it hadn’t been for her lowering the book the last moment, perhaps she’d have collided with the figure in front of her. Crisis averted.

Emmeline laughed. The ice cream parlour just happened to be one of the things the witch could understand getting distracted over. “Understandably so.” Her eyes scanned the sign outside, so many memories of her own attached to the small shop. “Unsure what to get or simply not sure if the weather is up for the task at hand?” She couldn’t help but allow her eyes to drift, the sky semi grey as fall had taken over entirely. In fact, somehow there was already a hint of winter lurking behind the horizon.

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Emma smiled at the other woman. She didn’t often get ice cream. Not all that much anyway. She tried to keep a healthy diet. It helped with her quidditch playing. It was a lot harder to keep up with quidditch when one wasn’t fit. But she couldn’t resist sometimes. And today that was exactly what had happened. She supposed stopping for an ice cream was probably better than buying a load of sweets from the sweet shop. So, she was not going to beat herself up fro getting an ice cream.

“Oh. There is never a bad enough weather to stop me getting ice cream.” The brunette mused with a little laugh. She was just so tempted by it all the time, and so, even though it was kind of cold she was going to get one. She supposed at least it was not raining. “I just don’t know what to have....” She mused with a shrug. “I usually get chocolate frog, but I’m feeling like having a change today.” 

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onceinaremus​:

Remus heard a small noise of indignation out of the seller sitting nearby, but given that it was the Prophet in question, he didn’t let himself be sympathetic or apologize. They knew what drivel they were pedaling. 

Glancing back at the paper, Remus tried to do a quick scan of the articles for what she’d been interested in. The Harpies. Emma played Quidditch, didn’t she? He didn’t follow the sport well enough to know what team she played on, but he thought they might be right. “What’s your preferred source of Quidditch news then?”

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Emma had to admit that maybe being so mean about the prophet was not so nice when the seller was right there. But she figured that they probably didn’t do the actual writing. Surely the writers did not come out and sell the paper too. if they did it was a bit of a crap job, and one she was glad that she did not have.

“Generally from the source, and not from the paper.” She mused with a laugh. That meant that it couldn’t get confused or misinterpreted. She much preferred in that way. “Or something that is dedicated to sports. Goes into a little more detail then.” And it wasn’t just at the back of a daily news paper. “I suppose the prophet isn’t too bad. Just not my favourite source of news”

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siriusxorion​:

It wasn’t unusual that Sirius found himself at the Leaky, and even less unusual that he lost his friends once he arrived. Not that it bothered him all that much, Sirius Black could make friends with just about anybody - even if he couldn’t remember their name the next day. That was how he found himself currently; surrounded by strangers that he had been chatting up for the better part of half an hour now. When a familiar voice sounded next to him, he had a grin on his face before he even turned to greet her. “Hey, you.” His voice was low and sweet, the greeting only for her as he wrapped an arm around her shoulders. “This is quite the surprise - you’re letting me buy you a drink, right?”

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Emma was not surprised to find him amongst others, and chatting people up. That was just Sirius all over. And she could have sworn that she saw the lady just the other side of him glaring at her when Sirius wrapped his arm around her. She supposed she would probably be jealous if someone came and stole Sirius’ attention though, so she couldn’t blame her too much. “I know. Aren’t you lucky to see my pretty face.” She teased, resting her head against his arm as she looked up at him. Now that she’d seen him, she was actually glad that she had come out. Hanging out with Sirius was always fun. “And of course I am. Who could refuse a drink from the handsome Sirius Black?”

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tavmulciber​:”

“Coffee-” he repeated, only to cut himself off with a double take seeing it wasn’t a waiter. They recognized Emma of course, they’d been classmates in school and as purebloods they’d been to many gatherings together growing up. He smirked up at her from where he sat. “You heard right,” a gloved hand tapped against the face of their newspaper, smacking against their own image, “i’m sure you’ve been deeply invested in my progress.”  Their voice dripped with sarcasm, though their self-satisfied little smirk didn’t waver. Tav knew her well enough to know that she didn’t see the value in his success as he did, but Tav knew how to play the game and so it would be the quickest way to getting everything he wanted. That was all that mattered. “Are you staying for a drink?” A leg shoved out under the table, pushing out the chair across with the heel of their boot.

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“Yeah..... I’m not a waiter.” Emma mused with a little laugh. She could probably make him a coffee and it would probably be pretty decent. But she wasn’t a waiter and so she wasn’t going to do it right now. Emma looked down at the paper, and his image and she smirked a little. “At least it’s a decent photograph of you.” She shrugged with a little smile. “The last time I was in the prophet it was a awful photo.” She did dislike when they used action shots. But she was a beater and so it was probably to be expected.

“Of course I am. Aren’t we all?” She mused with a smirk on her lips. She was being sarcastic of course. She really couldn’t care less about the heir situations in the pureblood world. It did not involve her, and she really could not be paid enough to care about it. She was just glad that she wasn’t the heir.

“Would be rude to not celebrate with you wouldn’t it?” She mused, taking a seat opposite him, and then picking up the menu. 

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Where: Outside Floreans Fortescue’s, Diagon Alley

Who: Emma and Emmeline (  @amissafide​    )

Emma had a sweet tooth. But she tried to hold back the cravings as much as possible. It was mostly because she liked keeping in shape, which was required when one was a professional sportswoman. But there was just something about Floreans that made her stop in her tracks every time that she ended up in Diagon Alley. That was exactly what had happened today, and she was currently stood in the street looking up at the shop. She knew that she really should not go in. But she was finding the temptation hard to resist.

It was only when she realised that she was in the way that she moved forward, before looking to the other woman. “Sorry...” She murmured, a little smile on her face. “This place always distracts me.”

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Where: Leaky Cauldron

Who: Emma and Sirius (   @siriusxorion​   )

Emma didn’t often spend too much time in the Leaky Cauldron. She didn’t drink all that much, and so wasn’t too interested in spending her spare time in the pub. That was when she’d gotten spare time that was. Her training schedule was gruelling and didn’t leave loads of time for socialising. But her team mates had managed to convince her to come out after training, and so that was how she had ended up in the Leaky. She supposed she would admit that it was a good time for now. 

She was just heading up to the  bar when she spotted a familiar face, and the brunette wiggled through the little crowd, and snuck into the space beside Sirius. “Hey stranger.” She teased, nudging his hip with hers. “Hi.”