never cruel or cowardly

emmeline vance. 7th year ravenclaw. order of the phoenix.

[harveyxspecter]

[xemmeline]

Come on, what do I always say?

                                                                                             &&. @katieshacks​

[xemmeline]

( Edgar‌ ):

Always. It was nice to know that she thought about him even if it was because he’d caused a huge scene in class today. It brought a small smile to his face, but one that slowly drooped down as he remembered the thoughts that had been bouncing around inside his head ever since his talk with Amelia. “I’m fine,” he said instinctively, looking around at the hallway walls. That’s not what he’d wanted to say, there were lots he wanted to talk about but no good way to start a conversation. Edgar wasn’t used to talking about depressing things, especially if he wasn’t giving it an opportunistic twist. But he knew just like with his talk to Amelia it would have to come out at some time, and that was the whole reason he’d chased Emmeline to the Ravenclaw common room anyways, he needed someone to talk to. To unleash his thoughts even if just for a bit. “I’m sorry, things are fine, but I just wanted to talk. Just a lot has been going on with the Hit Wizard apps, and the castle gossip, and… my father you know.” He was worse at this than he thought but he knew Emmeline could probably take the hint that he was struggling.

            ❝I guess now I know that the reason you and Gid have made it this far is because of Fabian❞ she said in a light teasing tone, honestly she should’ve seen it coming, there was no one as loyal when it came to defending their friends as Edgar, and while most of her thoughts had been about how dangerous it had been to do what he did in Charms class -not out of fear for what Lestrange might do, Ed could easily take him, besides he would not be alone, but rather applications to the Hit Wizards programs approaching- she could not help but feel proud of her friend. Emmeline let Edgar follow his thought process, she knew better than to interject to try and put his mind at ease, she listened and nodded. Emmeline was an outgoing person, but her real friends she could count with the fingers in her hand. Edgar was a true friend, and had been for as long as Emmeline could remember, her mother only trusting a handful of people, the Bones being the only one she trusted with Emmeline’s true parentage, much like Emmeline only trusting Edgar and the twins with her secret, while it might not seem like much, for her it was a matter of life or death. She would trust Edgar with her life. 

         ❝Come on let’s go for a walk...❞ Emmeline said grabbing Edgar’s wrist and pulling him along towards the courtyard, ❝the gossip will pass if we give it time, the only thing we can do is not let it get to us❞ that was the easy part of the talk, for the other two, she was in the same boat as Edgar, the only silver lining of losing her father at such young age is that she didn’t have much memories to miss, Edgar on the other hand, she could not even begin to understand. ❝You are not alone, always remember that okay? We will get through the application process together, we can increase our training sessions, ask Fabian to quiz us, ask Gideon to fight us, and don’t forget why we are joining...❞ she said giving him a small smile. ❝As for the rest... if you want to talk about it, you know I’ll always listen, you don’t have to keep everything bottled up Ed, I might not have the words you need, but I am here.❞

[blondiefortescue]

WHEN: January 18th, 7:46pm WHERE: Potions Classroom WHO: Alice & anyone

Alice was hard on herself when it came to her academics. It was her final year at school— NEWTs were basically around the corner, and the Auror Academy was hard to get into. Usually at this hour she would be in the Great Hall, but with the constant gossiping about her fellow Order Members in just about every conversation she found herself getting her dinner and leaving the Great Hall with it. She did her best to talk well of James, Sirius, Remus, and especially Peter when she stumbled upon a conversation which had their names in it. It seemed impossible to reach everyone, and plenty of people seemed to be on board with everything people were saying. The Gryffindor seated herself in the empty Potions classroom— perched on one of the stools as she picked at the food on her dinner plate. Alice was working on one of her assignments, and only half paying attention as she ate the girl picked up the wrong ingredient to drop in the cauldron. BOOM. The explosion was enough to make the Gryffindor fall back on the ground from her stool, laying on her back as she wiped the residue from her potion in the cauldron from her face. “Bloody hell,” she muttered as she heard the door to the classroom open, standing up as she waved at the person at the door. “I’m okay! Stupid accident of not paying attention.”

[xemmeline]

           It wasn’t like Alice to miss dinner, Emmeline scanned the Gryffindor table and shook hear head, while her rational side told her that there were a million reasons why her friend was not currently at the Great Hall, Emmeline could not set the thoughts of what if aside, so she finished her already assembled plate -her mother would kill her if she abandoned her food- and set out to look Alice. Schoolwork was the logical explanation, Emmeline decided to head to the library first, with the deadline for applications to the DMLE programs fast approaching, most of Emmeline’s classmates who wanted to join had been working extra hard. The library was packed, not just by seventh years, but a good assortment of students trying to get ahead of their work. With no luck Emmeline decided to try the classrooms, after all that’s what she used for her lessons with the twins, Alice was a great student so any of the professors would trust her with the classroom. Before Emmeline even had a chance to check the first door, a loud explosion had her running down the hallway. Wand ready, Emmeline threw the door open, ❝Merlin’s beard Al❞ Em said letting out the breath she didn’t know she was holding, ❝here I was thinking it was going to take me hours to find you, turns out I just had to follow the sound of explosions, as always...❞ she joked walking towards her friend and trying to get her heart rate back to normal, ❝glad you are okay Alice, to be honest I didn’t know what I was going to find...❞  

[emmanuelledelacour]

Where: Sixth Floor corridor With: Emmanuelle Delacour & Emmeline Vance 

It was silly when she got to Hogwarts she didn’t think she’d make friends. Who would want to know her when the whole of them had been together for six years previous? She was the intruder, the unwanted, the new girl within school that no one would want to be friend. But she was wrong. Delightfully, mysteriously, wrong, and Emmanuelle didn’t have any qualms to being wrong as some might’ve. Now, she walked up the moving staircase (that was a learning curve when she arrived) and entered the sixth floor corridor for when she saw a familiar face. “Bonjour you—“ She said with a smile upon seeing Emmeline. Books slung low before her, she stalled her steps. “Is Merrythought calling everyone in for a one-on-one meeting or is it just me?”

@xemmeline​

[xemmeline]

           Emmeline knew what it was to be a stranger in a strange land, her grandfather sent her to Durmstrang for a couple of years before she could attend Hogwarts, and she knew that if it was up to him he would’ve left her there, but her mother managed to get her back in time to start school with her friends. She was also no stranger to trying to befriend exchange students, she had a cordial mainly sportsmanship relationship with Emma, and when Emmanuelle arrive, Emmeline was quick to offer her hand to the french girl. ❝Bonjour Elle❞ Emmeline had brought up how helpful it would be to her application to the Hit Wizards program if she was fluent in several languages, so she had been asking around for people that could give her lessons, she hoped Emmanuelle would say yes, ❝sorry girl I’m afraid it’s just you... what kind of trouble did you get yourself into?❞ Emme said in the playful tone, wiggling her eyebrows, ❝I’m kiddin’ maybe it’s just going to be about how your notes are literally perfect, and they wanna showcase ‘em or something.❞

[xemmeline]

( Emma ):

“I’m brilliant,” Emma answered, moving to sit on one of the stools just a couple away from where Emmeline was sitting. One leg crossed over the other, the heel of her shoe balancing on the rung of the stool. “If we let an instance of someone insignificant bothering us hold up our day too long that’d be a waste.” A very slight smile formed on her lips as she shrugged off her cloak, ordering a hot butterbeer simultaneously as she did. Madam Rosmerta fancied one of Emma’s cousins for a short period of time and she got to meet the innkeeper over one of the Vanity Family Holidays. After smiling briefly at the woman Emma turned her attention back to the Ravenclaw, dark red brow arched as she regarded her. “And I can’t recall a conversation with you about shared likes and dislikes. Humor me on this.” Perhaps she was cold or smug, or a list of many other things, but as she spoke Emma was mostly harmless.

            Emmeline did so much as nod as Emma talked, agreeing with every word the redhead was saying. No matter how hard Emmeline tried, in the end the society she had grew up in often overpowered her need to be nice. She had been raised to believe herself above others, her family name was both feared and respected. Calling someone insignificant was a normal day at the family shoppe. If Emmeline was being honest she couldn’t recall a conversation with Emma out of the social conventions of balls and galas, but she had respect for the quidditch captain. ❝Well I wouldn’t use your formation, but it seems to work for you guys❞ Emmeline shrugged, ❝and you are a Puddlemere girl, aren’t your? Our teams are league rivals, not to mention national teams...?❞ Emmeline offered. Of course she had meant the company Emma kept, some of her friends were dicey to say the least but that was a box Emmeline did not intent to open. 

[ludovicsbagman]

Where: The Great Hall, Dinner time. With: Ludo Bagman & Anyone.

Ludo sat back, listening to the drone of students at the table. Students. They wanted to pin it on students. Sirius Black and James Potter might’ve been a hell of a lot of things, but Ludo knew—the insanity within had a line. Hell, even his did. Kids doing this? Didn’t make sense. Too sober, bogged down by classes he didn’t give a shit about, and the fifth-years who chatted about like they knew the lads in question, as Ludo slammed his hand down on the surface. “Do yourselves a favour, and shut the hell up. The whole of the table has suffered enough, listening to your stupidity.” His voice rose loud enough to garner attention, before turning back to the plate of food before him.

[xemmeline]

         Emmeline was no stranger to people doubting her allegiance, and she had promised her mother she wasn’t going to reveal her true parentage until it was possible for them to be safely away from her grandfather, so until then she was subject of members of the order questioning her membership. It wasn’t until the rumours of why her classmates and fellow order members had missed the start of the term, that she understood all those people suspecting her. But even with her paranoia, it was ridiculous to think the four Gryffindors had anything to do with dark magic, right? The school seemed to be divided, not quite between who believed them innocent and who guilty, but rather, who thought of the whole thing as a joke, nothing more than something amusing, and who was concerned about what it actually meant. ❝Ohhokay❞ Emmeline said witnessing the scene as she walked past the Hufflepuff table, ❝Ludo mate, everything alright?❞ she asked gently placing her hands on his shoulders to help diffuse the situation, raising an eyebrow towards the gossiping students, warning them to stop talking. 

[ashjafari]

[xemmeline]

(( @prewettxgideon , @thefabprewett  & emmeline ))

[edgarnbones]

where: hogwarts halls when: january 1978 who: @xemmeline​

After that absolutely brutal charms class, Edgar had a lot of pent up feelings. They hadn’t even been back for a month and he already felt emotionally exhausted. First had been his conversation with Amelia and now he’d just snapped about the rumors. The worst part about all of this is now he’d put a target on Amelia’s back and while he trusted she could protect herself Lestrange was a bloody psychopath. He’d sure as hell play dirty if he had to and now he had to find a way to get people to watch over his sister without her knowledge. She’d be pissed if she knew after all. He headed towards the Ravenclaw common room, trying to see if he could catch up with Emmeline before she reached the dorms. Thankfully he hadn’t gotten out much after her and spotted the top of her head. “Emme!” he called out, catching up with her and tapping her shoulder lightly. “Emmeline I was wondering if we could talk, I just, need to clear my head you know.”

[xemmeline]

          It was a surprise that the situation in Charms class had not escalated, it was the second highest enrollment class for the seventh years after DADA, with representation across all houses, and after the events that had transpired in the first half of the school year there was no doubt that it also had members from both sides of the war. It had become clear now, that just as the Order had recruited young, so had the Dark Lord. So far they had many theories as to why they had tried to pin the crime on the four Gryffindors, sowing terror and mistrust scored high on the list, but as the rumours of confrontations popping across the school began to circulate, Emmeline started to wonder if they had been giving them more credit that they deserved, perhaps getting people into trouble was the initial plan all along. What was certain was that Emmeline had reached out for the wrong person, knowing Gideon’s short fuse, it had been an instinctive reaction to grab his wrist to stop him as soon as Lestrange opened his mouth, what Emmeline had never imagined was for Edgar to be the one she should’ve reached for. Walking back to Ravenclaw’s tower Emmeline almost jumped when she heard her name being called, ❝I was just thinking about you❞ she said giving Edgar a small smile, ❝always. You okay?❞

[xemmeline]

             but the world cares not for star-crossed lovers

         When Alia Burke was eleven years old she first laid eyes on the boy who would become the love of her life. Having traveled to Diagon Alley only through the private Floo Network connection between Burke Manor and Borgin & Burkes, Alia’s brother Darius suggested that to celebrate Alia’s first time shopping for Hogwarts supplies they took the entrance through the Leaky Cauldron. While passing a muggle bakery, Alia looked at a face she will not stop thinking about from that moment on. The following years Alia took every excuse she could to pass by the bakery, until at fourteen she finally walked inside. 

        At sixteen Alia Burke told Edmure Vance her secret, risking not only being heartbroken if he rejected her for being a witch, but also exposing the wizarding world, the last one didn’t seem relevant at the time. When Alia Burke was eighteen years old she asked Edmure Vance to get married and run away together. Edmure agreed without hesitation. They made their way to a small quiet town in the Scottish Highlands, opened up a bakery, and soon after welcomed the one person they will love more than each other: Emmeline.  

        When Emmeline Vance was four years old she ran excitedly into the living ❝look at what I can do!❞ and as all the objects in the living room floated all around her she had expected her parents to smile and cheer, but instead she saw something else in their eyes, fear. 

        “they are coming” Alia’s voice breaking, “take her and go”         “I won’t leave you” Edmure said picking up his daughter         “I can fight them off, but I can’t do it if you two are here” 

but before Alia could activate the portkey the room was engulfed by darkness, “it’s too late”, she said as three figures apparated in the living room. Five years had passed since Alia last saw her father and brothers, and she had hoped to never see them again. The perfect life Alia had built was gone in the blink of an eye. Before Alia had time to react, Darius had seized Emmeline, Cassian imperiused Edmure, and her own father pointed his wand at her. 

 “daughter, it’s been so long. time to come home”        “this is my home” Alia said with a defiant look on her face, “and if you hurt my family-” “hurt?” Caractacus cut Alia short, “this little one is coming with us, she’s powerful, despite her tainted blood, she did after all lead us to you... as for-” Caractacus turned to look at Edmure, “well, it’s a shame that he took his own life, I’m sure your neighbors will mourn him.”            “no, no. Ed” Alia pleaded as she watched her husband take the knife, “please”            Emmeline started to cry while wriggling in Darius arms , ❝daddy, daddy❞             the knife was dropped halfway through, and Edmure tried to make a run for Emmeline “woah, i can see why you like him sis” Darius said with a chuckle, “what?” he said when his father shoot daggers at him, “he’s strong, i’ll give him that. i mean magical folk have a hard time breaking out from imperius, but baker boy-”  “enough” Caractacus said before raising his wand “avada kedavra” a flash of green, Alia’s heart breaking in a million pieces, Emmeline’s cries filling the house.

          At twenty-three Alia Vance Burke returned to London Pureblood society with her daughter Emmeline. Caractacus Burke had crafted an elaborate lie to protect the family name, for years he had claimed that Alia had made a respectable marriage with a foreign pureblood heir, and now after a vicious muggle attack that had costed her husband his life she was to come home. Emmeline’s true parentage became the best kept secret of the Burke family, and the only bargaining chip left to Alia as they became prisoners in her childhood home. Alia made it her mission to prepare her daughter to fight her way out if needed, they had taken everything from her, she was going to make sure Emmeline returned the favor.

alia vance née burke - deepika padukone edmure vance - ben hardy caractacus burke - anil kapoor darius burke - fawad khan cassian burke - riz ahmed

[superiorvanity]

WHEN: December 3rd, 2:13pm WHERE: Hogsmeade Village WHO: Emma & anyone

Winter nipped away at Emma’s cloak, barely held at bay by the heavy green fabric which clung to the girl’s frame as if it had been made specifically for the redhead. The promise of a hot drink made the Slytherin put a pause to her shopping, ducking into the Three Broomsticks. The pub was packed with fellow students and others who were out on that cold day exploring the village. Pulling the gloves from her pale hands, Emma made her way towards the bar when a rather inebriated man narrowly missed her on his way to the bathroom. Well, he would’ve ran straight into her if it wasn’t for the fact Emma looked up and stepped to side just in time. “Men,” the redhead spoke, eyes shooting daggers in the direction of the drunken patron.  

[xemmeline]

               Emmeline dreaded the winter break, and as December showed its face, the uneasy sensation at the pit of her stomach grew stronger. The break meant leaving the second place Emmeline had called home, to return to the ancestral seat of House Burke, under the watchful eye of her grandfather, a place that no matter how many times they insisted was her home, Emmeline will never call it that. Her home had been destroyed, burned to the ground, the same day she lost her father. Sure she was excited to see her mother again, not that the correspondence between them ever stopped, but it also meant having to work at the family’s shop, surrounded by dark artifacts and evil magic. So she had decided to spend the days leading up to it drinking, the three broomsticks usually a good place to simultaneously run and avoid familiar faces, exactly how Emmeline lived her life. It was only one word but it made Emmeline turn around, she lifted an eyebrow, ❝we might not agree on much, but -❞ she gave Emma a slight nod, ❝you alright?❞ 

[rhaecnys-a-deactivated20220905]

Order of the Phoenix Members + @pocpotterweek​: Emmeline Vance

“And anyway, life’s too short… look at Madam Bones, look at Emmeline Vance… it could be me next, couldn’t it?”

[acecroft]

TOMB RAIDER (2018) dir. Roar Uthaug

[bvnesamelia]

when: december 19, 1977 where: the great hall who: amelia bones & anyone

She’d done her part, had shown up with confidence oozing from every pore as she’d shook the hands of men and women with whom she’d hoped to work beside. Amelia was, after all, never quite shy about her accomplishments, her determination. The Ministry had been something she’d had every eye on since she was a child, and it was something that she’d earned. There was no air of arrogance surrounding her, no ignorance towards the world around her. She’d known that there was a war brewing, that beneath the guise of dress robes and formalities lay something sinister. However, with lips coiling upwards, she makes her way towards an emptied table, staking glasses to the side before sliding into seat. Somewhere within the crowd she’d managed to lose her mates, and whilst she’d never quite fancied to be alone at these events, there was relief evident on her face as she’d heard a particular Celestina Warbeck song ringing through her ears. “Bloody hell.” She’d whispered to herself, unbeknownst of visitors and company making themselves comfortable near her. “Of all the people –– “ Eyes roll slightly, agitation building with every horrid harmony. “Pass me the steak knife and I’ll end my misery, I beg you.” A light scoff follows, laughter itching at her throat.

[xemmeline]

            Now Emmeline was not one to like stereotypes, but if there was a person suited to have been in Ravenclaw it surely was the girl currently taking one of the empty seats at the table. While Emmeline enjoyed teasing Edgar about how much smarter than him Amelia was, it wasn’t just ‘cause Emme enjoyed seeing the look on Ed’s face, she truly meant every word she said about the young Hufflepuff. ❝Oh come on little Bones, don’t tell me you are not a fan of The Singing Sorceress?❞ Emmeline teased, letting out a laugh, ❝to be honest I quite expected every single person grabbing their dates and dancing to the harmonic sounds of Madame Warkeck...❞ Emmeline dated when people pried into her life, so she abstained from asking Amelia about a possible date, it wasn’t as if that was a conversation Emmeline wanted to have, because when it was her turn, how do you tell someone you only attended because it was strongly requested? Or better yet, that you are here to keep an eye on any suspicious activity, and prevent another tragedy? 

[xemmeline]

event; the yule ball

Emmeline doesn’t care much for balls, but her mother insisted she attended as to not to upset her grandfather further. Besides with the string of awful occurrences following the past events hosted through the castle, Emme wants to keep an eye on everyone and if possible stop anything from happening.

Emmeline will be attending the ball on her own.