Emily Watson

Emily peeked around the door opening to the dance where everyone was enjoying their night. A wince plastered along her face as she hid in the shadows. She had no date. She had hid away from everyone a midst her sadness and focused only on…

Alex stared at the odd girl. She was acting like this dance was some sort of grand ball. Good luck with that, he thought wryly, …

Emily gazed upward at him slightly shocked. Did he just… He did! ”I don’t have a date… I came alone.” She said softly and slightly saddened but shook her head anyways and smiled upward at him. …

Alex pulled her forward into the crowd of students…

Her eyes wandered to see if anyone had seen her with Alex. Perhaps she would be ignored still. That was somewhat …

Alex hummed indifferently. The fact that she was telling him all this was more that she was unable to tell someone else. Maybe she didn’t have anyone else to confide in. He considered whether he was supposed to feel compelled to listen, as a prefect, but ultimately he wasn’t.

The song ended, and Alex looked at her. “I hope you find what you’re looking for.”

She bored him. She stood there confused for a second as the song ended and watched him. ”Perhaps…. I will…” She hesitated a second then gently grabbed his arm before he could turn away from her. ”Perhaps… introduce me to some people, your friends perhaps? Help me socialize maybe?” She looked hopeful. She hoped maybe she could meet others and actually make friends and maybe the other students wouldn’t judge her so much on her looks and avoid her like the plague.

Alex made a face. He didn’t like the sudden clinginess at all - it reminded him of another girl he’d been with shortly.

He pulled his arm from her grasp and shook his head, “I need to see someone.” He said.

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"Oh. Okay." She nodded gently and looked around at the sea of people. Typical Slytherin behavior she thought. "Well... Nice meeting you Alex." She replied. She smiled wryly and turned her back from him. She stared at the ground and called out, "Perhaps see you around later." She replied a bit coldly.

She moved through the people, but watched him closely as she made it towards the column. He approached another woman leaning against the wall in a light grey dress. There were green details on it, her hair loose and curled, and she appeared to be sad maybe even disgruntled. That was until Alex appeared before her. His demeanor changed. Her face lit up when he appeared.

Emily's own sadness left when she saw that. How selfish could she be. She just wanted to be noticed and she was. He was taken and obviously just trying to be nice to her a midst her loneliness. She chuckled softly and smiled. She was a bit too cruel to respond to him that way when he left her after the dance. She should of been more appreciative of his actions. She leaned against the light side of the column rather than the shadows this time and watched him pull her out to the dance floor to dance.

"Ah.. a lovers dance perhaps." She whispered gently.

Emily peeked around the door opening to the dance where everyone was enjoying their night. A wince plastered along her face as she hid in the shadows. She had no date. She had hid away from everyone a midst her sadness and focused only on…

Alex stared at the odd girl. She was acting like this dance was some sort of grand ball. Good luck with that, he thought wryly, …

Emily gazed upward at him slightly shocked. Did he just… He did! ”I don’t have a date… I came alone.” She said softly and slightly saddened but shook her head anyways and smiled upward at him. …

Alex pulled her forward into the crowd of students...

Her eyes wandered to see if anyone had seen her with Alex. Perhaps she would be ignored still. That was somewhat ...

Alex hummed indifferently. The fact that she was telling him all this was more that she was unable to tell someone else. Maybe she didn’t have anyone else to confide in. He considered whether he was supposed to feel compelled to listen, as a prefect, but ultimately he wasn’t.

The song ended, and Alex looked at her. “I hope you find what you’re looking for.”

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She bored him. She stood there confused for a second as the song ended and watched him. "Perhaps.... I will..." She hesitated a second then gently grabbed his arm before he could turn away from her. "Perhaps... introduce me to some people, your friends perhaps? Help me socialize maybe?" She looked hopeful. She hoped maybe she could meet others and actually make friends and maybe the other students wouldn't judge her so much on her looks and avoid her like the plague.

Emily peeked around the door opening to the dance where everyone was enjoying their night. A wince plastered along her face as she hid in the shadows. She had no date. She had hid away from everyone a midst her sadness and focused only on…

Alex stared at the odd girl. She was acting like this dance was some sort of grand ball. Good luck with that, he thought wryly, ...

Emily gazed upward at him slightly shocked. Did he just… He did! ”I don’t have a date… I came alone.” She said softly and slightly saddened but shook her head anyways and smiled upward at him. ...

Alex pulled her forward into the crowd of students. Truly, there wasn’t much room to dance properly, but he did as well as possible.

As he moved, he looked at the girl. Honestly, she was rather pretty. Surprising him enough to make him wonder what was wrong with her that nobody had asked her to dance before he had.

“Hufflepuff, huh?” He asked, small-talk was his least favourite talent. “Have you thought about what you’ll do once you’ve graduated?”

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Her eyes wandered to see if anyone had seen her with Alex. Perhaps she would be ignored still. That was somewhat of a relief but it made her stomach sink a little. She let it go. There was no use holding on to the sadness while there was a perfectly nice gentleman willing to talk to her and keep her company for a bit.

She moved gracefully with him as much room she could with all the other students dancing on the floor as well. Her skirt fluttered about as she twirled and swayed.

Then the most typical infamous question appeared. The day old Hufflepuff question. She laughed. "Yes... Hufflepuff... I should of been you know... Gryffindoor, but you know I guess I wanted to be different. I am pretty... odd perhaps thats why I was placed there. Or maybe I chose it. It never bothered me much I suppose."

They danced a few complicated moves before she responded again, "I never really thought much of what to do when I graduated. My... father is very inattentive .. Sometimes I think he doesn't care. My mother, well I haven't talked with her much either... My father and mother aren't together... anymore... I feel like my family life is falling apart." She shrugged as if she didn't really had an idea for anything nor control over anything.

Emily peeked around the door opening to the dance where everyone was enjoying their night. A wince plastered along her face as she hid in the shadows. She had no date. She had hid away from everyone a midst her sadness and focused only on…

Alex stared at the odd girl. She was acting like this dance was some sort of grand ball. Good luck with that, he thought wryly, the Gryfindor fifth years were possibly over at the punch spiking it.

He sighed slightly, “Would you like to dance then?” He asked, holding out his hand. It was pretty much now or never with this, especially if he wanted to make sure he didn’t look too desperate to take Allie from Hamish.

“That is, if you didn’t have anyone else on your list.” He said with a raised brow.

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Emily gazed upward at him slightly shocked. Did he just... He did! "I don't have a date... I came alone." She said softly and slightly saddened but shook her head anyways and smiled upward at him.

She pressed out some of the wrinkles in the chiffon in her dress and nodded. "Yes I would like to dance, thank you for asking."

She was surprised at a Slytherin asking her to dance, but she was thrilled someone was willing to actually even talk to her civilly at all no matter the house. She could tell he was a Slytherin in his actions despite the robes. She never discriminated against house anyways. People always surprised her, and he most definitely did. Her hand slowly ascended to his and placed it gently in his. She looked upward at him and moved from the shadow of the column to the light.

Emily and Alex: The Dance

Emily peeked around the door opening to the dance where everyone was enjoying their night. A wince plastered along her face as she hid in the shadows. She had no date. She had hid away from everyone a midst her sadness and focused only on her studies through out the years. This was the first dance she decided to brave social stigma and appear to the Hogwarts society. Lonliness was a horrible internal killer.

She was a classical woman, a woman who dabbled in vintage looks, so it was obvious that she would appear with her hair done in a classic forties style with a beautiful white flower in her hair. No one would of known; she never bothered to take care of herself. Her studies were more important. The long sparkling white dress she was wearing wasn’t quite a forties ensemble, but definitely a ball gown. The light would casually gather the sequins and swarovski crystal in little reflections upon the column she was hiding behind. Something she wouldn’t be caught dead seen in before public eye and scrutiny.

This wasn’t exactly something she wanted to do. She was socially awkward right now. She was an infamous Watson, and some of the students never let her forget that. She gave up on up keeping her appearance through out all the school years. There was no time for feminine products when books and homework was needed. Some people wondered why of all things she was placed in Hufflepuff rather than Gryffindoor. She got so much crap for that too. She was scared. Her breath was ragged and she was about to turn around and run away from the whole situation.

Alex had only gotten there and Bethy was already pulling away to talk to Tomas. He had to at least wait a bit before he sought Allie out, and noticed the lone Hufflepuff hiding in the shadows.

She cleaned up well, considering he’d rarely seen her except when he met Allie in the library and -even then - he didn’t remember exactly ‘noticing’ her.

He walked over slowly, his eyes serious and feeling rediculous for even bothering - but, well, a Hufflepuff was a safe bet.

“Hi,” He smiled charmingly. “I’m Alex Moriarty-Moran, I know your face… but not your name, sorry.”

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Take two breaths. Just two breaths...maybe more. Calm down. Just....calm down...

Emily had leaned against the column again this time with her eyes closed and trying to slowly calm herself. She could do this. She could venture out there and enjoy herself. Couldn't she? Before she could even figure out anything a voice came out to her and snapped her concentration. She shot upward from her relaxed posed and became slightly rigid standing before the gentleman that approached.

The words caught in her throat. He had seen her? "Oh. I... Its Emily... Emily Watson." Her eyes widened. What has she done!? Yes tell the whole lot of people who she was rather than staying incognito. She grew angry with herself but smiled at him anyways tucking a blond curl behind her ear.

"Sorry... Im... slightly awkward in social situations. You caught me in between running or entering the room....in front of... everyone." Her eyes widened inside again. Did her mouth become some sort of verbal diarrhea? Good Lord tell the whole world how you feel Emily! She smiled again nervously and looked up at Alex. Slytherin? Moriarty... The name was somewhat familiar too.

"Oh goodness... Where are my manners." She quickly felt she was before royalty and bowed her head with a slight curtsy and returned to her posture, but less stiff and somewhat more relaxed. "I didn't think anyone could see me back here." She chuckled a bit. "Has it been enjoyable for you so far?"

Emily and Alex: The Dance

Emily peeked around the door opening to the dance where everyone was enjoying their night. A wince plastered along her face as she hid in the shadows. She had no date. She had hid away from everyone a midst her sadness and focused only on her studies through out the years. This was the first dance she decided to brave social stigma and appear to the Hogwarts society. Lonliness was a horrible internal killer.

She was a classical woman, a woman who dabbled in vintage looks, so it was obvious that she would appear with her hair done in a classic forties style with a beautiful white flower in her hair. No one would of known; she never bothered to take care of herself. Her studies were more important. The long sparkling white dress she was wearing wasn't quite a forties ensemble, but definitely a ball gown. The light would casually gather the sequins and swarovski crystal in little reflections upon the column she was hiding behind. Something she wouldn't be caught dead seen in before public eye and scrutiny.

This wasn't exactly something she wanted to do. She was socially awkward right now. She was an infamous Watson, and some of the students never let her forget that. She gave up on up keeping her appearance through out all the school years. There was no time for feminine products when books and homework was needed. Some people wondered why of all things she was placed in Hufflepuff rather than Gryffindoor. She got so much crap for that too. She was scared. Her breath was ragged and she was about to turn around and run away from the whole situation.

#quite-changeable #Alex #Emily

University Planning - Jane-Marie and Emily

She watched as the babysitter took hold of her daughter. Her lips pursed with worry. This was the first time in 3 months that she was separating from Primrose. She took several deep breaths as the babysitter smiled, “It shall be okay, I will take good care of her I promise.” She replied.

Emily pursed again tensing hard in her shoulders. ”I trust you.” She lied while gritting her teeth and smiling. She turned quickly and shouted back, “Thank you!”

Emily shook slightly. This was unreasonably uncomfortable leaving her child for the first time with a neighbor in their apartment complex, but this had to be done. She had to start registering for school. Still her arms were shaking and she couldn’t change her mind about it.

By the time she got there she was already exhausted being out on her own. The energy was completely zapped from her. She stood in front of the registrar’s counter. The clerk there glanced up and held up a finger while she was on the phone. It must of been important. It seemed that way until she started giggling and talking about some of the fashions she had seen. Emily stared down at her with an expression that could kill. The clerk looked up, “I uh… I got to go someone is at the counter.”

Emily rolled her eyes gently but put a sweet smile upon her face and slid a packet towards the lazy clerk. ”Those are my registration papers for the summer semester that is going to be starting soon.” She knew it was spring, but sooner or later summer would be here and she would be in classes once again. She rocked back and forth on her heels waiting impatiently for the clerk.

“Alright I shall put those in for you.” The clerk immediately ignored her as she went pack to pushing papers.

“Thats… it?” Emily replied blinking a few times. ”Really?’

The clerk looked up and scowled, “Yes. Those are your registration papers you have to be accepted first before you can start choosing classes.”

Emily’s eyes widened and nodded gently. ”Ah. Well…” She tried to think of something that could change the matter. It seemed the clerk was incompetent. ”You know I’ve been here before. I just took a break this semester and transfering in from another university.”

“Oh… then that’s different then… No you still have to wait. Sorry.”

Emily twitched slightly. ”Look… I have already been told I was accepted and that I should bring these papers in… I… think you should get someone a bit more qualified for your job… please.”

The clerk’s eyes widened. ”And how do i know your telling the truth, hmm?”

Emily pointed to the computer in front of the clerks face. ”Rather than updating Facebook perhaps you should actually do your job.” She hissed a little bit from her teeth and smiled darkly.

The clerks eyes widened, looked down at the registration papers for her name and quickly began typing them in. “oh… your Watson? The Watson from oxford Watson?” Emily didn’t look all that impressed, but nodded.

“It would seem you are… accepted… Ill change the status on the computer.” She said sheepishly.

Emily smiled, wiggled her fingers and exited the registrars office before she completely exploded. She needed a fag after all that bull crap. Shaking she sat down upon the bench and began her ritual of people watching.

Jane-Marie gave Lewis a quick kiss before she headed out of his flat and down the busy London street, she had been staying at his for the night and she had an early lecture. Which she hated for many reasons that would take to long to explain all of them. She had a guitar on her back and a bag filled with sheet music and wires. She reached the campus with in ten minutes, her fiery red hair bouncing as she walked along with her music blasting into her ears. She had her hand firmly around the pills in her pocket just in case she freaked out, which was very likely with all the people around.

Jane was just about to head into the reception to sign in before she spotted the girl about her age sitting outside, she always liked meeting new people. Which was odd considering her schizophrenia that made her nervous around nearly everyone. She decided to head over in the girls direction, thinking it would be polite to introduce herself until she dropped her bag and the sheet music spilled everywhere. “Shit!” She shouted loudly, trying to get the papers together.

It really wasn’t her day.

Her eyes stared out into space until a fiery red head appeared. The flame cinder smiled at her. Her interest piqued, was she not invisible after all? Then the woman cursed into the air as a flourish of music sheets fluttered about the air like doves.

Before she realized it, Emily was helping the woman pick up the stray sheets of paper and neatly piling them in her hands before handing them to her. The breeze jostled the soft curls of her brown hair. She lifted her head up to match the woman’s face before her. She smiled as the light caught her blue green eyes and chuckled softly. ”Oi… Bloody windy today isn’t it?”

A soft rouge flushed her cheeks as she stood and held out her hand to her, “Emily…Emily Watson.” She replied softly.

Jane-Marie saw the other pair of hands helping her pick up the sheet music that had scattered across the ground.

She jumped up and smiled at the other girl, running a hand through her fiery hair and trying to not seem so flustered. “Yes, sorry about that…I really need to get a folder. ” she laughed softly and shook her head, feeling he cheeks turn a light shade of pink.

When she heard the familiar last name she smiled even more, her smile warm and open. “Oh, a Watson? Nice to meet you. I’m Jane-Marie Hudson.” She introduced herself as she took the others hand, shaking it twice before her hand retreated to her side once more.

Emily blinked at the comment of being a Watson. She forgot how singularly infamous her father was. The father that never bothered to see her half the time, or call her. She tried so much to stay in contact with him, but it was difficult. He was stubborn and very involved in his work…

Work. Involved so heavily in work… Her eyes darted to the right thinking of something so masterful that not even she could completely comprehend it yet. A smile slid across her pale face. She looked back to Jane intrigued, “Oh so you are familiar with Watson? Have you met my father?”

Jane gave a light shrug, putting the papers back in her bag and hitched up the guitar on her back as she listened to the other girl speak. “Yeah, my Grandma used to be or still is the Landlady at Baker Street.” She explained with a wave of a dismissive hand. She sighed as she thought about it, thinking about her mother and when she died. She was left with her dad and sister, she loved them of course and they were a great family but she still missed her mother.

Emily pondered this strange turn of events. ”Does… my father go there often?” She asked curiously.

She wasn’t sure how much the girl knew, but if she could get some information it would help.

“I ask this… well because I rarely ever see my father, but I would like to. I seem to can’t get a hold of him, but if he was staying there often, then I could wander over there and actually let him see little Primrose, my daughter. If he isn’t then I will have to find other ways…” She muttered softly.

Jane-Marie raised an eyebrow as she heard the other girl speak, wondering why she didn’t see her father much.

“Well I think he still lives there, I’m honestly not sure. I don’t see my Grandmother much especially after my own mother died.” She explained with a light shrug, combing some of her fiery curls behind her ear.

She blinked in surprise when she heard Emily say she had a daughter, she must have been about the same age as Jane. “You have a daughter? How old is she?” She asked with a sweet smile.