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

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

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

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


“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


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


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


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


“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


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


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.