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100 Epic Drabbles for the Mischievous Emily Browne - Sa13+ Emily Browne http://i1093.photobucket.com/albums/...blesbanner.jpg banner by Becky Hello all. Many of you know me as Emily, Anita and/or Hera (SS loyalist). Welcome to my drabbles based around my former Hogwarts RP character—now Ministry of Magic Disclaimer: I own the rights to one Miss Emily Browne, but I cannot take credit for the spectacularly magical universe in which she lives- that belongs to the brilliant minded JKR. Also any other SSRPG characters that may be mentioned in the following drabbles are not my creations, but belong to other wonderful people. 1. Herbology 2. Muggle Studies 3. Transfiguration 4. Ancient Runes 5. Astronomy 6. Divination 7. Care of Magical Creatures 8. Potions 9. Defense Against the Dark Arts 10. Arithmancy 11. History of Magic 12. Charms 13. Quidditch 14. Hogwarts, A History 15. Room 16. Dragonhide gloves 17. Cauldron 18. Whomping Willow 19. Wand 20. Hogsmeade 21. Veela 22. Kneazle 23. Telescope 24. House elf 25. Sorting Hat 26. Quill 27. Owl 28. Timeturner 29. Pensieve 30. Feast 31. Dress robes 32. Common room 33. Classroom 34. Parseltongue 35. Pureblood 36. Muggle 37. Animagus 38. Patronus 39. Duel 40. Spell 41. Thestrals 42. Portraits 43. Headmaster 44. Ford Anglia 45. Torch 46. Dungeon 47. Portkey 48. Leprechaun 49. Yule Ball 50. Boggart 51. Act 52. Bore 53. Chase 54. Dare 55. Egg on 56. Fight 57. Gape 58. Hoot 59. Ignore 60. Joke 61. Kiss 62. Lope 63. Mooch 64. Nap 65. Ooze 66. Pace 67. Quell 68. Roar 69. Slap 70. Teem 71. Untie 72. Vex 73. Warn 74. X-tinguish 75. Yodel 76. Zap 77. Cheerful 78. Author's Choice 79. Author's Choice 80. Author's Choice 81. Depression 82. Careful 83. Fearful 84. Angry 85. Snappish 86. Daring 87. Plaid 88. Sweet Tooth 89. Past 90. Present 91. Future 92. Chocolate 93. Chicken 94. Allergic 95. Snowball 96. Socks 97. Dictionary 98. Pajamas 99. Newspaper 100. Homework 100. Homework It wasn’t like her to procrastinate, but the last thing she had on her mind at that moment was homework. Emily Browne lay on the floor in the corner of the Ravenclaw Common Room, her head resting on her hands and a smile on her lips. Summer holidays were coming, and soon she would be out in the real world, free and independent. Rolling onto her stomach, she pulled out a real estate magazine from behind one of her textbooks. She was looking for a nice, cheap, small apartment in London, where she could start living out her new life. |
25. Sorting Hat She was nervous, her stomach groaned loudly as suddenly it was her turn to be sorted. Bracing herself, Emily moved up the steps and sat herself on the small stool, in front of the whole school. So embarrassing! She closed her eyes as the ancient Sorting Hat was placed on her head, no doubt messing up her hair. “Mmm yes, bright I see... and ambitious,” whispered the Sorting Hat in her ear. “A very curious mind indeed.” Couldn’t it tell her something she didn’t already know? The Sorting Hat sniggered, “You ought to be a.... RAVENCLAW!” She saw that coming. |
27. Owl Taking two steps at a time, Emily hurried up to the girls dormitories in Ravenclaw Tower. Perhaps now would be the best time to catch up on some homework, considering she had left it till almost the last minute- which was very unusual for her. Tap... tap... tap... A small barn owl was tapping at the window pane furiously, as Emily entered the dorms. “Dante,” she cooed affectionately as she let him in. The owl dropped a letter on her bed, then perched himself on her shoulder. The letter read... ....But she wasn’t. |
41. Thestrals Feeling a little adventurous, and a little bit foolish, an eight year old Emily ran out to the forest bordering her back garden. Squeezing herself through the gap between two disjointed panels of wood in the fence, she hurried down the small dirt path, feeling her way through the trees. Emily stood in a dimly lit clearing, she hadn’t been out here on her own before. “Feru!” she called. Seeing the skeletal winged horse before her, she pulled out a fresh piece of meat from her pocket, holding it out in front of her, daring the beast to take it. |
88. Sweet Tooth GAH! Candy! So much candy! Emily licked her lips, before settling to biting her lower lip. Decisions, decisions, how would she decide? Peppermint humbugs, acid pops, every-flavour beans, fizzing whizzbees, jelly slugs and sugar quills! There were endless choices, each just as mouth watering as the next! Pulling out her purse from her bag, Emily examined her financial situation, a grin turning up the corners of her lips. She could afford as much candy as she wanted, so deciding she would do just that, she selected a bit of everything and took it to the counter. A successful shopping endeavour. |
95. Snowball That was it! This meant war! Hiding behind a rock, Emily braced herself. It wasn’t fair, Finn had ALL the advantages, he planned his assault! But she wouldn’t let it get to her. Fumbling slightly Emily used the snow around her to form as many snowballs as she could, as quickly as she could. She wouldn’t go down without a fight. With a brisk wand movement Emily sent her arsenal of snowballs flying over her rock toward Finlay Carmichael. Did they hit? She was too scared to look. But as she stood to investigate.... THWACK ... right in the face. OOC: Dedicated to RachieRu and her lovely charrie Finn. |
51. Act Why were they still playing these games? Teasing each other? And running around in circles... literally. Emily heaved a sigh as she was caught against the wall. Blaise’s arms outstretched on either side of her. She was captivated by the way he looked, how the low light enhanced his features and made his eyes sparkle mysteriously. She was stunned. Shocked. Like a deer caught in headlights. But she knew what she had to do, what she wanted to do... Leaning up on her tiptoes, she took his face in her hands and pressed her lips against his. She was home. OOC: Dedicated to Meh Reh and her lovely charrie Blaise. |
30. Feast It was that time again! Start of term feast, back at Hogwarts from her epic Summer holidays. Feeling a little restless, and happy to see her friends again, Emily grinned to her plate. She stared down at her dinner selection. Mashed potato, peas and roast lamb smothered in gravy. Heh this could be fun. Gathering some peas on her spoon, she checked her surroundings before ... FLING! ... Sending it across to the Hufflepuff table. A few heads turned, with confused expressions, but weren’t all that bothered to figure out where the peas had come from. She could do this all night. |
68. Roar Ok, so what if it was immature! Everyone did it at one point or another, and today Emily was feeling rather rebellious. After stealthily concealing herself behind one of the tapestries on the third floor, the fifth year waited, patiently for her prey to wander into her trap. Not that it was much of a trap to begin with. It wasn’t long before a gaggle of first years walked past her hiding spot. Show time. Creeping out slowly, and using the Sonorus spell, Emily let out a loud... ROAR! “Firsties!” she laughed to herself as they shrieked and ran off. |
84. Angry “MORGAN!” roared a voice from downstairs. Emily swallowed uncomfortably. She’d either done something wrong, or didn’t do something right... she couldn’t tell. Either way, daddy dearest wasn’t in a good mood. Bracing herself she wandered downstairs and through to the drawing room. “Yes Father?” she asked in a level voice. He stopped pacing, and glared at her, an official looking parchment clenched in his fist. “FOUR E’S!” he bellowed crossing the room to meet her. Ahh, the O.W.L results had arrived. Emily bit her lower lip, it wasn’t that bad was it? “You’re a disappointment.” “I know,” replied Emily. Sigh. |
15. Room Emily wasn’t alone. She lay there in her bed thinking about the short six years of her life. The light of the moon filtered through her window, casting a shadow on the man’s face as he stood at the end of her bed, a shiny silver blade clutched in his right hand, threatening to spear her, and a wand in his other. Yelling or crying would do her no good, she knew that much. “Avada Kedavra!” bellowed a loud and menacing voice. The man fell to the floor, lifeless... Moral of the story, don’t mess with a questionable wizards daughter. |
97. Dictionary “The answer is no Xavier!” she yelled once more. Honestly he was wasting his breath, she was never going to marry him. Not if he was the last man on Earth! “We’ll be good together.” “No!” She heard him sigh, he was getting frustrated. Good. Emily continued to unpack her boxes, her apartment didn’t feel so empty now. Just her old books left to go. “Morgan you should know I don’t take no for an answer, I don’t know the meaning of the word.” “Well then look it up!” she retorted, throwing a dictionary at him. He scowled at her. |
1. Herbology So she was good at the subject, and she enjoyed it for the most part, but as she starred at the snappy cabbage she couldn’t help but frown. The stupid Chinese chomping cabbage had latched itself to the hem of her robe. “Stupid side dish!” she moaned as she tried to poke it off her. Prodding it and poking it with her wand. At this rate she was going to spear the stupid thing. Hhmm maybe she could eat it for lunch... shame she didn’t really like cabbage. She gave the cabbage a sharp kick. BAM! Yeah! Take that cabbage! OOC: Dedicated to demented_death_eater and her inspiring Herbology Class. |
38. Patronus “What in the name of Merlin’s hat is that!” he barked pointing at the silvery figure which paced in circles around them. Emily rolled her eyes. “It’s an African Wild dog, what does it look like?” she was being sarcastic, but obviously Xavier hadn’t caught on. “It looks bloody ugly to me, that’s what,” he retorted, his face scrunched up as if he could smell troll. Emily scowled. Who was he to judge her patronus. Sure deep down she knew it wasn’t the best looking creature in the world, but there was something dangerously charming about it which she liked. |
65. Ooze Emily made her way down to the Great Hall for breakfast, something which she did out of necessity, despite her lack of appetite. Finally grabbing herself a seat half way down the Ravenclaw table, Emily glared at the selection of food. Breakfast, was easily her least favourite meal of the day. After deciding on something that looked like porridge, Emily spooned some of the gluggy mixture into her bowl. Uhhh why was it oozy? And gooey? Was porridge supposed to ooze? After shaking the mental image of bubotuber pus from her mind, Emily pushed her bowl away. No thank you. |
94. Allergic Emily stuffed a pepper imp in her mouth, savouring it's punchy bite. “Oohhh yeah, that's the stuff. You want one?” she offered to some random Slytherin girl she didn't know. The library sure was an unusual place to make friends with candy, though she was only offering to be polite. “No thanks, I'm allergic.” Emily stared. “Allergic?” “Yes allergic,” replied the Slytherin girl. “I can't eat them.” “I know what allergic is.” She WAS a Claw after all. Emily couldn't imagine a world without pepper imps. “Sucks to be you.” |
99. Newspaper She was FUMING. In a single mouthful, Emily swallowed the seering hot cup of coffee and rose from her seat. What was this rubbish about Magical Law Enforcement having their apparition licences revoked?! Were they insane?! Well of course they were, it was the cult after all. Emily glared at the front page of the Daily Prophet. There would be hell to pay for this, and she was going to make sure that everyone involved got a slice of it. First on the list was Armen Recard, the slimy and most irritating of all Cult members. Anyone for charred Squid? OOC: Dedicated to DanialRadFAN01 and his awesome charrie Armen. |
19. Wand “Eleven point six inches long, Oak wood, and Phoenix Feather core... give it a wave,” said Ollivander's shop assistant from behind the counter. Emily took the sleek wand into her tiny palm and stared at it. Why couldn't she just pick the most POWERFUL one? Huh?! Once she was satisfied with looking at the minuscule engravings along the side of the wand, Emily flourished her wand arm in the air. A ribbon of fire escaped the wands tip, perfectly controlled and harmless in appearance. “How'd it feel?” asked the shop assistant for the HUNDRETH time. “It was... great.” |
17. Cauldron Two scarab beetles, five grams of ginger root and nine drops of armadillo bile later, Emily leant over her cauldron and sniffed at the concoction inside. It smelt foul, like a mixture of dirty laundry and dragon dung, or more like that Hufflepuff that made a habit of picking his nose in Transfiguration. Badgers were so weird. “Eeeeeeewwww,” the first year exclaimed, scrunching up her nose in distaste. “Professor! I'm not drinking this... besides, if I was any wittier it'd be a crime.” The dark brown haired girl sat on her high stool, her arms folded against her chest. |
32. Common Room Emily approached a BIG door with an eagle-head knocker on it. “Cool,” she whispered as she wondered how she was going to reach it since she was such a tiny firstie. She was considering jumping for it when suddenly the knocker spoke to her. Of course it spoke! "Which came first, the phoenix, or the flame?" Emily scratched her chin. This was a trick question right? What if she was wrong? Or what if it told her there'd been a mistake and she was a Hufflepuff? MERLIN!!! "A circle has no beginning." The door swung open, revealing her new home. |
61. Kiss If there was one thing Emily detested, it was grocery shopping. Buying and cooking food was such a waste of time, when the Leaky served perfectly good food at a perfectly good price anyway. Buuutt... here she was, shopping basket in hand, strolling down the baked goods aisle in a muggle store. A familiar sight made her stop. DINNER ROLLS! Emily picked up the six pack of rolls, and a particular memory came to mind. Her final year, a tent, Vindictus and a bread roll. That was one kiss she would never forget... ever. Smirking, Emily tossed it in the basket. OOC: Dedicated to demented_death_eater and her lovable charrie Vindi. |
93. Chicken If there was one thing she loved, it was duelling boys... and crushing them. And that's just what Emily was about to do, once she found herself a victim. “She's tiny, you can crack her easy,” said one of the boys. Emily eyed the blond, waiting for him to step up and 'be a man', but his hesitation annoyed her. Maybe he just needed some encouragement? Raising her hands toward her armpit to form wings, she flapped them around a bit whilst making clucking sounds. Yeah go on, be a man, you can't lose to a chicken-girl right? … WRONG! |
36. Muggle She was mad and annoyed! And was downright ticked off! How dare these muggle CHILDREN call HER a SERVANT! This was not their castle, it was her HOME! And how dare they even think about intruding on private property. If it wasn't for the stupid Statute of Secrecy she'd teach them a lesson. DO NOT MESS WITH YOUNG WITCHES! Emily took a deep breath, TRYING her best to relax. “This old thing?” she said pointing to the castle across the grounds, “It's HAUNTED and it's dirty and there are heaps of rats and snakes everywhere, you don't want THIS castle.” OOC: Dedicated to the SSRPG and it's term 27 plot. |
98. Pajamas That was it … the cult was finished, it was done for. For the most part they were locked away, and the Wizarding public wouldn't have to deal with them again for a long long time, if ever. So what was on the agenda for little miss auror-in-training Emily Browne? For once she wasn't interested in drinking, or going out. And she wasn't slaving away in the office doing over-time. Nor was she studying for her advanced potion-making final. Nope, Emily was sitting on her couch with her hair in a bun, dressed in her AWESOME thermal dragon-print pajamas. Simply relaxing. |
75. Yodel She was sitting on top of the world with the wind in her hair. The darkness of the clouds warned of bad weather, rain, lightning and maybe some hail. But it didn't concern her. No, Emily loved the outdoors, and more to the point, she loved Mount Snowdon. The snowcapped mountain of modest heights comforted her when nobody else would. A single rock marked her centre of gravity, and it lured her there on numerous occasions. Stretching her arms out wide, and taking a deep breath, Emily let out a strange, yet liberating sound. Something like a yodel. |
10. Arithmancy Uh-oh. So they were looking at Karmic Lessons? That sounded kind of scary and somewhat confronting. What Lesson would she have to learn? E-M-I-L-Y E-L-L-O-U-I-S-E M-O-R-G-A-N B-R-O-W-N-EExamining her digits, Emily bit her lip. It appeared as though she was missing digit 8. Frowning she flipped through her text book again. What karmic lesson was she missing!?!? 8: Authority, finances, business, success, material wealth, organisation, self-masteryWhat in the blazes did that mean?!... was she not successful enough for Karma?!... rude. "Professor?... Karma's wrong,” she said defiantly, half-hoping she'd miscalculated something, even if she was rarely wrong. OOC: Dedicated to PhoenixRising and her lovely Arithmancy Class, term 27. |
59. Ignore “BAH!” Emily yelled out in frustration. The pain shot down her arm faster than a strike of a lighting bolt. Wincing slightly, she looked down to gauge the damage she had done … it could have been worse. Her arm was still attached. Shaking her head, she cast another spell at the reinforced mirror. This time she was quick enough to summon her shields before impact. Again! Gritting her teeth, ignoring the blisters that were forming along the bloody gash on her arm, Emily directed her wand back at the mirror. Determination etched in her brows, she cast another curse. |
33. Classroom School map in hand, Emily attempted to navigate the GIANT castle for the first time. It was Monday morning, she'd found her way down to the Great Hall for breakfast and was now eager to get to her first class, Charms. She felt like an explorer, and adventurer, as if she was following a treasure map to the holy grail … knowlegde! Turning the corner on the third floor, Emily entered through an open door. Whoops! This was NOT the Charms classroom... it was a cupboard. Consulting her map, Emily backed out of the cupboard and continued down the hall. |
64. Nap Emily knew exactly how important NEWT's were, in fact, she had lectured a group of third years about committing to their studies sooner rather than later. EVERY NEWT counted. EVERY one. Especially if she wanted to get into the Youth Auror Training Initiative. There were only a limited number of placements available each year. Sitting at one of the study tables in the common room with a text book and some parchment, she studied. Her head dropped closer to the pages as time passed and soon enough her parchment was pressed against her forehead. The ink slowly absorbed into her skin. |
96. Socks It was Christmas! AND there was hardly anyone left in the castle, so in theory – and this was a VERY good theory, the castle was hers! The first year tied her hair up in a perky ponytail which swished and bounced when she walked. Dressed in black jeans, a thick chunky-knit jumper in electric blue and matching socks, Emily raced down for breakfast. There were a few students in the Great Hall, but the smell of sausages and baked beans captured her attention. Emily launched forward, SLIDING across the sleek polished floor to a vacant seat. Breakfast is served! |
18. Whomping Willow “WHOA! LOOK AT THE TREE!” Emily stared in mock amazement at a tree which was perfectly normal for the wizarding world. Her muggle-born peers however were sincerely amazed, their eyes bulged in their sockets. “Yeah, it's huge, and dangerous! If you get too close it'll PULVERISE you!” So, the idea was to stay away from it and NOT get pulverised. “Would it... can it... eat you?” Asked one of the girls. Emily rolled her eyes, this could be fun. “Oh yeah! Witch mince is their favourite.” Emily smirked as the colour drained from the girls face. |
66. Pace With her neck arched, eyes forward-facing, steady well-timed breaths, Emily pumped her arms beside her as she pushed herself forward. Her feet hit the concrete with precision, echoing slightly beneath the canopy of evergreens. If there was anything predictable about her, it was her routine morning runs at Hyde Park. She never took the same route to get there, she never ran the same paths and she never looked quite like herself. Some called it paranoia, others called it caution. Disguised as a random muggle she had seen the previous day, Emily quickened her pace as she passed Speakers Corner. |
92. Chocolate It wasn't usual for her to wake up on the couch, the light blaring through the curtains. Peeling herself from the white leather sofa, Emily attempted to sit upright, rubbing her hand on the back of her neck. Sleeping on the sofa in an awkward position was a TERRIBLE idea, it would never happen again. A brown substance was smeared across her track-pants and arm caught her eye. Face screwed up, she sniffed it. Nothing. Flaking a bit off and raised her finger to her lips, dropping the brown substance on the tip of her tongue. "Yum, left over chocolate." |
83. Fearful http://i969.photobucket.com/albums/a...rs/tangy-1.jpg Emily was scared, and that didn't happen very often. Leaning over the big pot on her stove, Emily sniffed at its contents. Cooking was definitely not one of her strong suits, but then again, how hard could it be? After dipping her wooden spoon into the tomato infused sauce, Emily raised it to her lips. Hesitating just a little, she closed her eyes and tasted her concoction. It was surprisingly tangy, not bitter, but not sweet. Had she finally succeeded at something homely? Smiling to herself, Emily set down her utensil and let the pot simmer for a while longer. |
26. Quill http://i969.photobucket.com/albums/a...thesnowman.jpg If she had a least favourite subject, it was definitely History of Magic. Blah blah blah goblin rebellions, blah blah blah Harry Potter, blah blah blah Statute of Secrecy. It was all just so dull! Why couldn't they do a re-enactment? And blow stuff up instead? While it looked as though she was taking notes, Emily spent most of the lesson drawing a snowman on the corner of her page. Maybe she would charm it later to make it move and dance. In the mean time, she dipped her quill in her inkwell and penned the snowman a striped scarf. |
71. Untie http://i969.photobucket.com/albums/a...ookiecraze.jpg If there was one thing she loved most about living in muggle London, it was her neighbour Mrs Foster. There was nothing particularly remarkable about the woman, except for her baking abilities and her kind nature. After putting in some extra hours at the Ministry, Emily finally arrived home, only to find a box was sitting on the doormat to her apartment. After looking down the corridor, and making sure the box wasn't cursed- occupational habit- she took it inside and untied the brown string holding it together. Mrs Foster's home-made double-choc cookies were the best she'd ever had. Yum. |
13. Quidditch http://i969.photobucket.com/albums/a...tospring-1.jpg It was definitely spring time again. The air was SLIGHTLY warmer and there was something cheerful about it, which made Emily's stomach churn. Winter was a much nicer time of year. Plus, quidditch was much more bearable when it was cold, it reduced the extent of sweaty armpits and made quaffle hunting and point SCORING just that little bit easier. Not that she was handicapped. With quidditch in mind Emily grabbed her broom. On the way down to the practice pitch, she made a point of treading on as many dandelions and wild flowers as she could. Take that Spring! |
16. Dragonhide gloves http://i969.photobucket.com/albums/a...hristmas-1.jpg There was something refreshing about December, and it wasn't just the weather. Everything seemed full of promise and hope, the atmosphere was festive and pleasant. Emily didn't think much of Christmas, what with shopping and gifting... it was all too much work, and she never got anything worth having. Her fifteenth Christmas morning was like any other she'd had at Hogwarts, except she found only one small package from her parents. Obviously they weren't as generous this year. Ripping apart the overly cheerful reindeer wrapping paper, she found a brand new pair of dragonhide gloves. Finally! Something she could actually use. |
39. Duel http://i969.photobucket.com/albums/a...ndperson-1.jpg You stand off to the side of the raised stage. The various phases of the moon which decorate the stage catch your attention, distracting you from the two seventh years that take their positions at either end of it. Even beneath the dim torchlight, you can see the determination etched on the competitors faces as they stand poised for attack... or defence. Your own fists clench and unclench rhythmically, wishing you were up there. You bounce on the balls of your feet, trying to get a better view of the duel. Sparks fly, casting interesting shadows along the wall behind you. |
77. Cheerful http://i969.photobucket.com/albums/a...beginnings.jpg Granted, she wasn't the most pleasant company in comparison to other young witches... with their bubbly, sparkly personalities. But today was maybe an exception. Emily Browne was actually cheerful. Grinning from ear to ear and practically waltzing around the room, Emily busied herself with unpacking her belongings – all by hand – for the second time since graduating from Hogwarts. Her new apartment was a little bigger than her last, but it was comfortable. She could do WHATEVER she wanted, WHENEVER she wanted. “There's nothing better than a fresh start,” she mused while placing her cutlery in her new kitchen drawers. |
74. X-tinguish http://i969.photobucket.com/albums/a...challenge7.jpg The low light from the jack-o-lanterns flickered up the walls and along the ceiling. Emily ran her fingers along the wall in a sad attempt to capture the light between her fingers. But she couldn't. Oh POOP! Despite it being her seventh Halloween, she only remembered the last three, so this holiday was still new and exciting. Dragging herself onto a stool, Emily placed her chin on the table and stared into the mouth of the fiery pumpkin. Extending her fingers curiously, she pinched at the flame inside, accidentally extinguishing it. “WHOOOOOOPSY DAISSSYYYY!” she exclaimed in the dark. |
2. Muggle Studies http://i969.photobucket.com/albums/a...ers/mini18.jpg Fashion... It wasn't that she didn't like it, it's just that there were far more useful and far more important things to learn, like magical combat and spells and potions and stuff. Why did Muggle Studies have to be so boring and useless? Blah blah blah trends, blah blah blah materials, blah blah blah manufacturing. Emily could see the assortment of muggle footwear on the table up the front but she didn't care about their uses and their significance to muggle-kind. Besides, was it necessary to learn what kind of shoes are appropriate for everyday wear in muggle community? Wasn't it obvious? |
89. Past Sneaking through the window to the room she once called her own, Emily stood on her tiptoes, arms extended for balance. There wasn't a single sound. The place had been abandoned, which didn't surprise her. It was only one of her numerous family homes, but it meant the world to her... at one point. Pulling a shoe box out from under the old dust covered bed, Emily lifted the lid. Inside were a number of childhood items. A stick she used as a make believe wand, an ornate hair pin, a paper butterfly and a doll with its head snapped off. |
90. Present If she had a motto, it was 'live in the present' … or 'get in my way and I'll hex you', but at any rate, Emily enjoyed living and certainly enjoyed living HER life. Quill in hand, pressed against a leaf in her notebook she hastily drafted a list of things she wanted to achieve within the month. On the top of this list she had: 1) Get a tattoo.This was something she could get done today if she wanted to, but there were more pressing matters. Being a Ravenclaw, she had to think this through now rather than later. OOC: Dedicated to BanaBatGirl for RPing our tattoo-obtaining experience. |
91. Future “The future?” she repeated. What about the future?! He didn't... surely... he didn't mean. GULP. Marriage. Or worse... children. Because really, anybody would have to be crazy to suggest SHE consider those things in HER future. Emily frowned. Refusing to process the idea that one day she might settle down and committ to someone PERMANENTLY and become all homely and ... wifey and... stuff. Just the thought of wiping snotty noses and cooking wholesome FAMILY meals like roasts on weekends made her wrinkle her nose in distaste. Couldn't she just stay the way she was, career driven, epic and kick-butt? |
34. Parseltongue Parseltongue. Apparently that was a 'cool' skill to have. But aside from reading about it, she'd never witnessed anybody with the talent of snake speech. Pouring over a pile of books, Emily attempted to teach herself the unique gift. Emily eyed a snake laying in the bottom of a large glass tank, designed for fish. “Ssssssshhhiiiiooooosssiiaaannn sssisssttiioooo,” she hissed out loud. What did it mean? She had no idea. But she figured if she tried different sounds, maybe, somehow she'd trigger something. The snake shrunk backward. “Did I just threaten to eat you?” she asked the snake. STARE. |
28. Timeturner Emily was EXCITED. Not only did she get to do all the subjects she wanted, but she also got to play around with... ahem... utilise a very powerful magical item. A FRIGGIN TIMETURNER! She could turn back time! Of course, she wasn't about to abuse this power. She was going to need every second of every repeated hour to study and complete her homework and assignments on time. But being strong with time management, maybe she could get away with a couple of adventures throughout the year. Her parents were proud, her teachers approved, so therefore... she was rather epic, right? |
37. Animagus “What would yours be if you had one?” asked Xavier. Emily shrugged, picking at the grass. “Maybe a bird?” “Boring!” Emily rolled her eyes. “Go on then, what would yours be?” Xavier paused for a moment. “Something big and strong... like a lion.” Emily laughed. Seriously, what was the point in being something so ridiculous?! “Uhuh... super stealthy,” she replied. Xavier frowned, pushing his black fringe away from his eyes. “At least with a bird you could get around without raising suspicion. And besides, my wand would kick your lion-animagus butt any day.” |
31. Dress robes “Pink? Really?” she asked herself. Wondering why in the name of Merlin's god forsaken polka dotted underpants her mother got her PINK dress robes. Did the woman not know her at all? If there was any colour that could physically make her sick, it was pink! Was it worth going to the dance?... In PINK? Weighing up the decision to look awful in pink or ditch the dance, Emily mentally tallied up a pros and cons list. Pros: Food and music. Cons: Pink, the kiddy table, and old witches, wizard and warlocks pinching her cheeks repeatedly saying “How ADORABLE!” |
29. Pensieve http://i969.photobucket.com/albums/a...rs/4thwall.jpg So naturally, when Dad says “Don't touch that”, you're SUPPOSED to touch that. Or so I thought. Even to this day, I sometimes think he meant for me to do the opposite of what he said, so that I would learn some sort of lesson, or a moral of a story. There was this one time, I remember it well, I snuck into his study which was conveniently unlocked and unarmed, and there it was... his pensieve, swirling with mysteries, secrets and skeletons. I'd tell you what I saw, but if I did, I'd have to kill you. No joke. |
35. Pureblood “Mummy, why can't I play with Aiden?” Emily asked, a confused expression etched into her brows. Andrea pursed her lips, her nose wrinkling at the mention of Aiden's name. “He's not like us dear. You need real friends, proper friends.” Emily's expression didn't change. Aiden WAS a proper friend. He liked her, she liked him, they played. How was he NOT a friend? “I dun gettit,” she mumbled. “He's not magical, let alone pureblooded,” said Andrea hastily. “You don't know that... he pretty magical to me.” The boy could do so many things with string. It was AMAZING! |
12. Charms A lesson in the Forbidden Forest! This was going to be AWESOME! Emily wasn't scared, not of the dark, or the forest (cause they were just trees), nor the creatures that potentially lived in the forest. If anything, she wanted to SEE these creatures with her own eyes. Staring at the canopy above, she meandered through the not-so-forbidden forest following her peers and Professor. Charms, in the forest, INTRIGUING! Though perhaps she ought to have been paying more attention to the lesson and less on the forest surrounding them, because within seconds she found herself face-planted on the forest floor. OOC: Dedicated to Maxilocks and her lovely Charms class, term 27. |
50. Boggart So, the Czech Republic might not be so bad after all, thought Emily as she started to unpack her belongings in her new room. She didn't have much, it was mostly 'special' clothes she wore when they had guests. Leaning into her trunk, she pulled out an armful of dresses on coat hangers. With her elbow, she pulled at the wardrobe handle until she could squeeze in. “EEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEK!” she screamed, a rainbow of fabrics flying everywhere as she ran away and jumped on her bed. A spider, the size of an acromantula crawled out after her, its pincers clicking. |
21. Veela Emily ran her finger along the rim of her glass, the amber fire whiskey seemed to glisten in the low light of the Leaky Cauldron. “Excuse me?” Looking up, Emily saw a man, a TALL man, was watching her. “Can I help you?” she asked disinterestedly. “Are you by any chance part Veela? It's just... I can barely take my eyes off of you.” Shjoefhirrjtofme! That was by far the worst pick up line she'd ever heard. If that is indeed what it was, because she looked nothing like a Veela or part Veela at that. “No.” |
20. Hogsmeade http://i969.photobucket.com/albums/a...ers/breezy.jpg Emily BEAMED! It was her first ever Hogsmeade trip! And to add to the excitement, it was snowing! Skipping down the main street of the small wizarding town, Emily guided herself in the direction of the Shrieking Shack. She'd read about it and all, and figured it would be a cool place to visit. However just as the shack came into sight, Emily paused, her arms flailed in front of her. A breeze picked up and snow swirled in circles around her. With a mouthful of hair, Emily cursed at the wind. “QUIT BEING SO BREEZY! I CAN'T SEE!” |
69. Slap http://i969.photobucket.com/albums/a...rs/dragon1.jpg Unbelievable! That was NOT acceptable! Emily was furious, to say the least. How DARE Brad kiss HER when she was already in a committed relationship. It was rude... stupid... ridiculous! “Urgh!” she huffed, slapping her hand across the man's cheek. He winced upon impact, his hand flying up to nurse his jaw. “WHAT WAS THAT FOR?!” he cried, not worrying to keep his voice down in public. Frowning, Emily folded her arms and glared at him. He KNEW what it was for. “If you can't take the heat, don't tickle the dragon,” she mumbled under her breath. OOC: Dedicated to Ladybug and her lovely charrie Brad. |
82. Careful http://i969.photobucket.com/albums/a...dsofhearts.jpg It was that time again. The time of year she LOATHED more than any other. February and of course... Valentines Day. The castle was decorated in sickly looking love hearts and flowers and ribbons of pinks and reds. Emily was tempted to pinch her nostrils and hold her hand to her mouth in case she felt the urge to vomit. Which was likely, given the circumstances. But resisted... instead, she carefully tiptoed to a safe and secure location, broom cupboard, in an attempt to avoid anything Valentines Day related. The pink glitter in a dustpan beside her made her groan. Darn it! |
44. Ford Anglia Emily stared into the forest. The FORBIDDEN forest. She desperately wanted to explore its depth and find the historically significant sites within it. The tales of Harry Potter were A-mazing! Emily was particularly fond of the story where Harry and that ginger-dude arrived at the school in a flying muggle contraption called a Ford Anglia. Was it still in the forest? Did it... die? Was it removed?! SHE WANTED TO KNOW! Perhaps one of the Professor's knew? Or maybe there was a book about the Ford Anglia? Emily decided to make this her first Hogwarts Mission. Time to invade the library! |
42. Portraits If there was anything she hated the most about Hogwarts, it was the portraits. Granted, not all of them were bad, but most of them were downright annoying. Snoring through the corridors or whispering as she passed them. Sir Cadogan was by far her least favourite. His incessant stalking of her was beyond annoying, it was offensive. “Do you remember that...” he would start as she raced down the stairs. “... time when I...” he'd continue, oblivious to her not wanting to talk to him. .. kept annoying me, yeah I remember, thought Emily, quickening her step. |
3. Transfiguration Sitting in the common room, legs crossed and arms folded to her chest, Emily observed a first year struggling with her Transfiguration homework. “Need help?” she finally muttered. Watching people fail irked her. The girl shrugged, then nodded. After lecturing her on her annunciation, her wand movement, intent and deliberation Emily let the girl practice some more. “That's it, you're getting the hang of it now,” she mused as the girl transfigured a book into a picture frame. “You're a good mentor,” the girl replied, smiling. Emily smirked. “It helps when your mother teaches the subject.” |
4. Ancient Runes So, they were carving their own rune set? The thought of incompetent students, wands and carving … all in the same room, concerned her. Emily had absolutely no doubt that SHE would be able to successfully complete the task WITHOUT maiming anybody. But in her opinion, some OTHERS, were not so ... careful. Eyes flitting from side to side, scanning her surroundings, Emily observed her peers begin to work. Thankfully, she was in a 'safe' area of the classroom. Not many people opted to sit up front like she did, and those that did, were SMART. “Intaglio fehu fehu fehu,” she chanted. OOC: Dedicated to Con_Stripes and his lovely Ancient Runes class, term 27. |
5. Astronomy http://i969.photobucket.com/albums/a...ers/star-1.jpg “It's so pretty,” Emily mused, staring up at the night sky. Xavier smirked playfully by her side. “Did you just use the word pretty?” Emily rolled her eyes. “Oh shutit Xav.” Peering at the little specks of light in the sky, Emily wondered what Astronomy was going to be like. It was a branch of magic she wasn't familiar with, even if stars were so easily accessible. “What are you thinking?” asked Xavier. “What would it be like to catch a falling star?” she pondered. “Painful,” replied Xavier, eyes twinkling in the low light. |
45. Torch It wasn't something she liked to admit very often, but there was no denying it... Emily had a difficult time controlling her temper. She wasn't OVERLY violent, or scary, and she rarely raised her voice. However, when she was worked up, or confronted with emotional situations, she had the tendency to... burn things. Emily reminisced about the first occasion in which she accidentally torched her Nanny's apron. “NO! YOU CAN'T MAKE ME!” she had yelled before wrestling out of the aged Crows grasp. Broad beans flew across the dining room, plonking against the portraits. Then came the sound... VVVVHHHHHHOOOOOOOOOOOM! Crispy Crow. |
7. Care of Magical Creatures Animals. Creatures to be MORE precise. Were dirty and poopy and rather smelly. THIS, was why Emily liked Care of Magical Creatures. Most of the other girls stayed away from the yuckiness of it all which suited her just fine because GIRLS were the yucky ones. The only thing that annoyed her, was when the girls still took the subject only to stand and squirm on the sidelines. LAME! It was times like these that Emily got lost in her thoughts, imagining all the ways she would makes those girls scream and cry... like putting dung down their shirts. SMIRK. |
8. Potions Head down, Emily stormed through the castle like a woman on a mission, pushing past people as she went. There was only one place she wanted to be right now, and that was away from people. Away from anyone or anything that would remind her of everything she had ever done wrong... according to her mother at least. Emily let her feet lead her to the one place she always found solitude at Hogwarts, the Potions Laboratory. “Professor,” she greeted with a nod before setting up her cauldron at one of the work stations, sparking a fire with ease. |
6. Divination http://i969.photobucket.com/albums/a...nageddon-1.jpg Emily stared at her timetable. Why in the name of Merlin's loose tooth, were they studying “divination” … was she not divine enough as she was? At any rate, this would be a piece of pumpkin pie, perhaps even a DIVINE pumpkin pie. However, upon her arrival to the divination tower, Emily realised her error. It wasn't a lesson in how to be divine – which she clearly was already, it was a lesson in how to do hocus-pocus, make-believe, tea drinking, hippogriff dung business. How lame. ... “What great misfortune will befall me this year Professor?” she asked mischievously. |
57. Gape http://i969.photobucket.com/albums/a...s/icecream.jpg Though Emily was usually seen staring, or glaring or just looking plain creeperdoodle, she didn't often gape at things. Gaping insinuated that she was impressed, that she was amazed... and please, her standards were high. A quadruple tier of ice cream on a crunchy malt cone was the exception. Peppermint, bubble gum, raspberry and honey comb, topped with chocolate sauce and chopped nuts, and one of those little cherries on top! … “You're mine...” she finally managed to hiss, fingers prised around the cone base. However, there was ONE problem. Eating it. Her mouth was big. But it wasn't THAT big. |
14. Hogwarts, A History http://i969.photobucket.com/albums/a...s/decade-1.jpg Emily stared at the open book, Hogwarts, A History, her fingers tracing circles around a particular someone's picture. Sure she despised the very idea of 'love' and wasn't at all interested in the person in question. It was more of an admiration of his skills than one of those sickly 'crushes'. No. Not her. After all, this particular person had to be at least three decades her senior. It wasn't as if she had anything against older men, on the contrary, she preferred them... but she did have her limits. And three decades was a bit beyond that limit. |
11. History of Magic http://i969.photobucket.com/albums/a...nghogwarts.jpg “PROFESSOR Binns?” she asked in amazement. This was seriously phenomenal stuff. Did they really have a ghost for a Professor?! Wide-eyed, she waited for the Ravenclaw to continue. “That's what we call him, though he stopped teaching years ago,” he replied, rolling his eyes for emphasis. So. Couldn't she just call him Binns? Was that too insensitive? Perhaps he was teased as a young... living... human. PUT into bins even? At any rate, History of Magic sounded slightly less interesting now that she knew she wouldn't be able to fling spit balls at a ghost. Such a shame. |
78. Fireworks http://i969.photobucket.com/albums/a.../firework2.jpg Acting Head Auror? The words echoed in her head, over and over and over again. Head Auror. It sounded good. Too good. Too soon? It had been a goal she hoped to achieve at the age of forty, not twenty four. At any rate, her insides were buzzing, it was electric and explosive. Almost as if she'd swallowed one of Filibuster's Wet-Start fireworks. This was epic. She was epic. When she walked into the office that morning, it had been the last thing on her mind, even with the Prophet's speculations, she'd never taken it seriously. Hence her inner-excitement now. |
43. Headmaster There was something about sitting in the Headmaster's office that she disliked. She wasn't in trouble, per se, but there were questions she needed to answer. Sitting, quietly, patiently, Emily waited to be addressed directly. The adults in the room exchanged chatter, made reference to her and her peers... but none of the chatter was for them. They were sitting ducks. Merlin. Emily was bored. Annoyed. Wanted to roll her eyes, but she didn't LIKE eye rolling, so she would never stoop to that level. “May we be dismissed?” she finally asked, hoping to escape, her fingers crossed loosely. |
63. Mooch. If there was one thing Emily despised about the streets of Muggle London, it was the beggars and moochers. Sitting on side walks with cardboard signs, turned up hats, shaggy beards and holes in socks. What was worse, was the folk that strutted past them without any acknowledgement. There was no point in rummaging through her pockets, she hadn't a single muggle penny on her. Instead, she did what all the others did, and walked away. Her conscience weighed down, Emily made a mental note to send an anonymous donation to St. Mungo's. It would do some soul some good. |
60. Joke http://i969.photobucket.com/albums/a...ps0db9476f.jpg Izzy had be to barking mad. Or at best, joking. There was absolutely no way in the world she was going to subject herself to being a guinea pig for the Department of Mysteries, let alone for a brew titled Amortentia No.2. Emily wasn't an idiot, and she wasn't about to partake in something as ridiculous as testing a love potion. She had no respect for the original Amortentia, let alone a altered or recreated formula. The reactions could be as adverse as hand holding, card making, swooning, drooling or pulling kissy wissy faces, neither of which were desirable. Nope. OOC: Dedicated to RachieRu and her lovey-dovey-icky-wicky MoM Plot. |
73. Warn Emily glared. Yes, glared across the oak table in the library. Did people not understand that this was a quiet zone? Meaning, no talking, giggling or peering over the tops of books to GAWK at random guys who were too busy to notice they existed? Huffing, Emily slammed her book shut, gaining the attention of the gossipy third years. Girls were so annoying. Placing the book to the side, Emily consulted her O.W.L revision topic list and took the next tome off her pile and flipped it open. All the while shooting the girls another warning look. Proceed with caution. |
9. Defense Against the Dark Arts As with every other subject area, the talk of muggles and coexistence rattled her. It was, absurd, ridiculous, and it would never work. It went against human nature. On top of that, discussions on what defined 'dark' witches and wizards, annoyed her. Intentions were one thing, but with that came choices. If a wizard studied dark magic that was one thing... but if he then practiced dark magic, that was another. The act of practicing dark magic made a person dark. Whether it was their intention or not, they made the choice... and that was a line not easily crossed. |
72. Vex It wasn't going the way she had hoped. Then again, her hopes had been for Brad to come to his senses and realise that they were only going to work as friends. That she was completely wrong for him. That he could do better, could have what he wanted... Apparently this was not the case. Emily was vexed. After so many years, if she had wanted to be with him, she would have been. As it were, it was not what she wanted, and he needed to know that. Regardless of the pain it would cause him. His own fault. OOC: To Eviee and the failed "date" with Brad. |
22. Kneazle She was excited, almost ecstatic. Emily entered the Magical Managerie with a spring in her step. It was time to choose a familiar. Her first... and last for some time. She didn't like the idea of upgrading or replacing. Nope. “Kneazles are loyal...” said Andrea in her monotonous tone. “Too high maintenance,” came Emily's reply. No, she wanted something useful, something she didn't need to clean after, something that didn't require constant attention when in its presence. “I want an owl,” she started, “...that owl,” she added, pointing her finger to a handsome barn owl. Dante. |
49. Yule Ball Emily wasn't fond of the idea of a ball, it meant mingling, and she disliked mingling with most people. But there was promise of food and drinks, and so, with that in mind, Emily unwrapped the box she'd been sent from home, containing her new dress robe. Though her mother didn't understand her at the best of times, she did manage to pick out an Emilyesque robe. This was pleasing. The silver fabric with ornate grey lace pattern print was exquisite and expensive looking. Now she could be unsociable in taffeta. “Just... perfect.” It was oh so very appropriate. |
23. Telescope http://i969.photobucket.com/albums/a...rilfools-1.jpg Astronomy was one of those subjects she liked, but didn't find to be practical or beneficial for her. On the plus side, it was the perfect class for distractions and pranks. A bit of ink, shoe polish, beetle juice or a sticking charm, non permanent, on the lens rim was all that was required for an amusing night of stargazing. Diligently taking notes on the planetary movements and orbits and whatnot, Emily observed the pitfalls of her classmates out of the corner of her eyes. Some of her classmates seemed to have difficulty keeping themselves out of trouble. Whoopsy daisy. |
24. House Elf “Get one of the elves to do it for you,” he said gruffly, legs hanging over the arm of the armchair. “I can do it myself,” Emily replied sharply, giving Xavier a look. He shrugged, “Suit yourself.” Emily was more than capable of washing her own clothes, blood stains and all. She didn't need to rely on a servant, or slave, to do it for her. Because that's what house elves were, they were the down trodden. The abused and misused creatures. How they ever put up with it was beyond her, even with their magical abilities. |
62. Lope Head down, hoodie up, Emily loped down the dark alleyway keeping to the shadows, her footfalls magically silenced. It had been a while since she was in the neighbourhood, its appearance hadn't changed in her absence. Emily shoved her hands deep into her pocket, bowed her head and walked swiftly across the road. Taking two stairs at a time, Emily cleared the low stoop in two swift bounds. Steadying herself with a breath, she unlocked the door and let herself in. Once she was in her fathers old office, door closed, she dropped her hood. It was in here, somewhere. |
81. Depression Staring in the mirror, Emily took her hair in her hands and rolled it up into a scruffy bun, securing it there with a band and a couple of pins. Sighing lightly, she opened her bathroom cabinet and withdrew some of that moisturiser stuff her mother used to use. “You're not getting any younger,” she said to her reflection, her tone monotonous. Another year older. Another year closer to death. Taking a blob of the stuff on the tip of her finger, Emily sniffed it first. Floral. It was slick looking, and cold. This was not going to happen... |
85. Snappish It had been a while since she last saw Claire, and now she remembered why. Even though her old school friend was intelligent and proper, she was also extremely feminine, and her favourite topic of conversation was relationships. Ugh. Emily endured an hour of the girl discussing her own woes and successes, and she was content with that, until the words came from the girls mouth. “I know just who to set you up with!” Say what?! Emily shook her head. “No,” she snapped. It was a bad idea... a very bad idea. “I'm better off alone.” |
70. Teem It was a sunny day. A warm day. And there were people everywhere It was one of the things she loathed about the holidays, it made carrying out personal errands painful. Giving up, Emily popped her head into the Leaky, opting for a drink before battling her way to Gringotts. No such luck. Turning back immediately, Emily led the way to Knockturn. It would be the one place not teeming with school kids. Seeing a group of youth standing on the stairs down, whispering excitedly made her want to barf, so she snarled as she pushed her way past them. |
87. Plaid Laying on the couch, with bluebell flames in a jar nearby, and a cup of coffee in one hand, Emily pulled the plaid throw rug up to her chin. A quick glance at the time told her she ought to consider going to bed soon, but the coffee would keep her from resting properly. Placing her coffee on the table, Emily picked up a thick grey manilla folder and let it fall open on her lap. She was still trying to make sense of the information before her, and she had a working theory. One name stood out. Řehor Dvořák. |
48. Leprechaun http://i969.photobucket.com/albums/a...ers/gold-1.jpg “Wanna bet?” asked a smirking Xavier. “With you? Not likely,” Emily added, her eyes still scanning through the contents of a thick potions manual. “Why not? Are you scared of losing?” “Losing?” She echoed, “No.” Because she wouldn't be the one to lose. Loss, losing, loser were not a part of her personal vocabulary. Emily, was a winner. “I'd hate for you to lose your leprechaun gold,” she mused, setting the book down and pointing to a particular paragraph of the text. “See, I told you so.” Emily – 1, Xavier – 0. |
67. Quell For the first time since after the funeral, Emily made her way into the cemetery. Pulling her coat tighter around her figure, and popping her collar to shield against the wind, Emily progressed along the rows and rows of tombstones. It didn't take her long to find her father, the plain tombstone stood out amongst its ostentatious counterparts. Emily sat in the snow at the foot of the grave. Silently. Time passed, and she still had questions about her fathers death, ones he couldn't answer. “I'll put an end to it,” she said with finality, promise saturated her tone. |
46. Dungeon Considering she wasn't a Slytherin, she spent a great deal of time in the dark, drafty dungeons. Granted, it was all in the pursuit of excellence. Potions was among her favourite subjects, and her best. Setting up her cauldron, Emily went through her mental check list as she went. Cleanliness. Emily gave the cauldron a once over. Check. Content. She'd measured out her ingredients diligently and followed the directions to a T. Check Colour. The brew was the appropriate shade of translucent lilac. Check. Concentration. Smooth and fluid. Check. Care. When did she not take care with her work? Check. |
47. Portkey With one last glance at her team, and the comfort of the Security Office, Emily touched the portkey, transporting them to their destination. A forest. A quiet forest. It didn't look like much just yet, but she knew it would only be a matter of time before chaos ensued. While she didn't know the finer details of how this was going to go down, she was anticipating her own staged kidnapping. That in itself was half the fun. Though Emily usually couldn't say she looked forward to literally being swept off her feet, there were exceptions. Let the games begin. Thanks to the awesome MoM mini-plot/activity - Auror Field Experience trip AND the Ninja hijackers! |
40. Spell Emily wasn't the most patient person in the world, she knew that, but sometimes she couldn't handle other peoples stupidity. Or other things stupidity. Goblins... were a pain in the butt. “It's just not possible,” the beast grumbles shaking his pointy finger, and nose, in her direction. Anything was possible. When there was a will there was a way. This, was not a ridiculous or outrageous request, and she was the customer here – they were always right, apparently. “Do I need to spell it out for you?... I can take my business elsewhere if it's a bother.” |
86. Daring http://i969.photobucket.com/albums/a...ps60ee6830.jpg Friday nights were usually reserved for work, training, catching up on sleep, reading, or perusing the muggle night life. On this particular Friday however, Emily had other plans in mind. She seldom allowed herself to participate in trivial and feminine pastimes, but she was feeling a bit daring and as a result opted for a quiet night in – with a bubble bath. The steam fogged up the mirrors in the bathroom, the fruity scent of bubble bath polluted the air, and a rubber duck bobbed on the waters surface. It wasn't exactly pleasant, but it could have been worse. |
52. Bore http://i969.photobucket.com/albums/a...ps40cba282.jpg There were many things that Emily loved about her promotion, but there were many things she did not. As it was, being out and about, coordinating stings, surveillance, tracking and investigating was all well and good in her book. It was that kind of thrill that she lived for. But with the title of Department Head, came responsibilities she loathed. “Ms Browne, half an hour till the accounts review,” Muriel reminded of the appointment whilst passing in the corridors. Emily nodded acknowledging her prompt, “About as fun as a dementors kiss,” she replied. It was a real bore. |
56. Fight Despite her appetite for physical exertion and proving herself capable, Emily disliked confrontations. She was one to tell it how it was, yes, but she didn't argue topics into the ground even if she knew full well that she was right and the other was wrong. “And why not?!” yelled Xavier, his voice increasing in volume each time he spoke. Emily gave him a look, her arms folded across her chest. “WELL?” he encouraged. “Quit fighting me,” she said simply, raising an eyebrow judgmentally. “I'm not!” he retorted. “Then why are you yelling at me?” |
53. Chase It struck her as odd that Gavin required an explanation of the catch and release method. Not so much how it was done, but why. “It's the thrill of the chase, or the hunt,” she stated, assuming he understood. It was like that goal you strived to achieve, or the item you wanted to own, or that person you wanted to be with- in some cases. People had a habit of wanting what they didn't have and then neglecting it once they did. It was the thrill that fuelled them, so why not release so others could pursue too? OOC: Dedicated to Dani for letting us bug her and Gavin. |
58. Hoot It went without saying that Emily disliked things interfering in her work. Furthermore, she disliked things interfering with her employees ability to work. Productivity was key to regaining the respect MLE seemed to have so easily lost. So when the floors iced over, preventing her and her colleagues from navigating the space with ease, she took to her office keen to sit herself down for the remainder of the day. It really needed to stop raining on her parade. “What a hoot,” she muttered to herself sarcastically. Seriously, an impromptu production of Hit Wizards On Ice was not helping. |
55. Egg on Xavier had a way of coming back into her life at the most inappropriate of times, and never with good intentions – at least, not in her opinion. “Head Auror?” he echoed for something like the sixth time. “You?” Emily barely blinked as she stared at him across the table. “What of it?” “Either you Brits are caught between a rock and a hard place, or you're actually good enough for something,” came his reply. Emily wasn't surprised. “You wanna try me?” she asked her expression cavalier. “Come on, you know you want to.” |
76. Zap There were days when she could deal with nonsense, but then there were days she couldn't. “Watchu say?” she asked the Puffer, eyes narrowing to slits as she stared at him, mustering all the effort she could to make sense of his words. “I saaaiiidd, you're not thinking straight, you have nargle eggs coming out your ears!” Huh? Say what? Emily dug a finger in her ear and wiggled it around a bit. “Nope, still there,” he mused sincerely. Shaking her head, Emily extended her wand arm with a jab and zapped him. “Don't be ridiculous!” |
78. Author's Choice : Swim Suit There were very few instances where she enjoyed shopping, and this was certainly not one of them. “Is this all you've got?” she asked the shop assistant, staring at what she deemed to be a small collection of tiny coloured fabrics. “Err... yeah,” the girl replied. “What were you after? We've got string, clasp, boy leg, one piece, two piece...” and the girl kept talking. Emily tuned out. Why did this have to be so hard? She needed a personal shopper. “What would you recommend for me?” she asked, curbing her impatience as best she could. |
79. Author's Choice : Hopscotch “One, two, three … one, two, three, again, repeat,” came the woman's fluent instructions. “Drop the shoulders, chest out, chin up, steady elbows...” Despite the discomfort, Emily did as she was told, performing the moves with thin air, circulating the drawing room that had been cleared for her lessons. “Faster.” Faster? How was this not fast enough? Nevertheless, she quickened her pace a tad. “Watch your step,” though not literally, ladies didn't look at their feet... apparently. Step, step, side step, step, step, side step … To a small extent, it was almost like playing hopscotch. |
80. Author's Choice: Prague The atmosphere in the city seemed frostier, even as she descended the concealed staircase to the underground alley, and for once it had nothing to do with the sub-zero climate. Dimly lit torch brackets guided her to the reinforced door at the end of the narrow alley, a metal grate allowing for communication between sides. After successfully providing the days sequence of pass-phrases, Emily was let into the seedy establishment, her feet drawing her to the back room to the private bar. “You shouldn't be here,” announced the barman in Czech, pouring a drink regardless. “I have insurance.” |
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