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aparecium-rp · 2 years

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ABOUT:

Character name: Lucinda Talkalot Age & Birthday: 20 & October 1st Gender & Pronouns: Cis-female & She/Her Occupation: Cashier at a Sex Shop Blood status: Half-blood Previous house: Slytherin Affiliation: Death Eater Face claim: Kiernan Shipka

BIOGRAPHY:

TW: parental neglect & substance abuse

All Lucinda ever wanted was attention from her parents. From the outside everything in her life looked perfect, rich parents who could afford to give their daughter anything and everything she could ever want. She always had nice new clothes, any new books that hit the shelves, all the latest toys and gadgets. But Lucinda would trade all of that for parents that actually paid attention to her. They were busy, she understood that, but they only ever wanted her around when it was convenient for them. For public appearances only, and even then Lucinda was only allowed to be seen and absolutely not heard.

Eventually she gave up trying, locking herself in her room for days, only emerging for meal times and when she was forced to join her parents for events. It was lonely and draining on the young girl, and the countdown for when she could finally attend Hogwarts started when she was only nine. Hogwarts seemed like a far away fairytale, a place she could go to be herself, a place where she could thrive without worry of her parents dimming her light.

The arrival of her acceptance letter was like a dream come true. Finally. Only a few months more before she was out of the prison her parents had created for her. Before she knew it, she was on the train, headed to the castle for the first time, happy to finally have a place she was welcome. But, she quickly learned that things at Hogwarts weren’t as amazing as she’d always expected it to be. The other kids in the Slytherin house weren’t always very nice to her, saying she spoke far too much and far too quickly. They said her blood was dirty because her great-great grandmother was a Muggle. It wasn’t as if she had any control over that, but it was enough for others to avoid her. She had a small group of friends, some Slytherin and some from other houses, but she still couldn’t help but to feel as though Hogwarts was slowly starting to turn into a prison similar to her room at home.

It took a bit of convincing, but Lucinda realized she needed some sort of outlet and ended up trying out for quidditch in her fourth year. The team accepted her as chaser, and quidditch certainly seemed to help her out for quite some time. She was able to get out some pent up aggression and spend hours outside breathing in the fresh air. It was good for a while, Lucinda loved the attention and the feeling of togetherness the team brought, but it always felt like something was missing. In her seventh year, Lucinda took over as captain when Emma Vanity graduated, but she was soon kicked off the team.

In seventh year, Lucinda began to be known as a party girl. It started off with parties for quidditch, but it quickly turned into parties every weekend, and soon she was drinking almost every night of the week. Everything was easier when she was under the influence. It was easier to talk to people, to make friends, people wanted to be around her because she was fun. It was the attention she’d always craved, and substances took over her life very quickly. Lucinda almost didn’t graduate, her grades slipping and losing her position on the quidditch team made her nearly quit. But in the last few months she started getting her shit back together and managed to just barely squeeze through.

Life after Hogwarts wasn’t any easier for Lucinda. She had no need to start working right away, as her parents gave her access to the family vault. So she spent her time out having fun. A different club every night, waking up next to a stranger every morning, a different substance running through her veins. Her parents had enough of their daughter wasting all their galleons and eventually cut her off, forcing her to find a job. She didn’t have very many options, nearly flunking out of school and ruining her quidditch career, she didn’t even know where to start looking for a job. She handed out resumes at every shop in Hogsmeade, but when she was passing by the shrieking shack on the way to the Hog’s Head, she noticed a shop tucked back between the two buildings. It had always been there, that much she was sure of, but surely it had never been quite so inviting. A shop for adults only, disguised as a rare manuscript and ancient scroll shop to stop the school children from entering. It was like walking into paradise, and Lucy all but begged for a position, which they agreed to rather quickly, as their afternoon cashier had recently quit.

Now with a job making her own money, Lucinda was able to get back to her usual nightly fun. She fell into a routine of going out after work and waking up the next day with only a few minutes to spare before she had to be back to work. But she was having fun, and for once, everything was going exactly how she wanted it to. Until one full moon, Lucy had blacked out at the club and attempted to walk back home on her own. She has no memory of the actual incident happening, but when she woke up the next day in St. Mungo’s with a wound on her waist, she realized she’d been bitten.

Only one person visited her while in the hospital, and that was Fenrir Greyback. Apparently it was a member of his pack that had bitten her, and he offered his assistance to her, on the condition that she took the Dark Mark. While it did seem to be a genuine offer, Lucinda couldn’t help but to feel as though there was a threatening tone behind it, and out of fear, she agreed to join his pack as well as the Death Eaters.

A couple of months had passed, and Lucinda still isn’t used to the transformations, but they’re becoming more tolerable. Her job had allowed her to continue working, giving her a couple of days off each month following the full moon to recover. The Death Eaters haven’t asked much of her yet, but her parents were predominant members and surely she’d be called upon eventually to prove her worth.

OOC INFO:

Played by: Kaitlyn Time Zone: AST

#lucinda talkalot #slytherin #death eater #f #taken #taken f #taken death eater #taken slytherin #played by kaitlyn

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thejilyship · 4 years

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I don’t know if you picked the hardest one out of the gate, or if I really do just find this immensely difficult.

Emotion over mechanics. I can do this.

‘5. hands on the other person’s back, fingertips pressing under their top, drawing gentle circles against that small strip of bare skin that make them break the kiss with a gasp’

send me a prompt!

She was waiting for him outside of the locker room after practice. He was captain, so he’d been in there longer than everyone else, going over what he thought they needed to work on during their next practice, looking over numbers and stats and generally working himself into a frenzy, as he was known to do when it came to two things in his life; Quidditch, and Lily.

And he walked out of the locker room worrying about one of those things, only to be confronted with the other.

She was frowning, and so he frowned. “What’s wrong?” He walked over to the fence that she was leaning again, her arms crossed over her chest. “You could have came in and got me, you know.”

He leaned next to her, crossing his own arms and waiting for her to find the words she wanted to use. There had been a time, probably about two months ago, where he would have been scared shitless that her frown and her silence meant that she had finally come to her senses and was now going to chuck him to the side.

But now, he was able to push that fear aside, almost entirely.

“Emma Vanity told McGonagall that she things I’m being unfair towards the Slytherins.” She clenched her fists and let her arms fall to her sides. “So now, in order to remain fair and unbiased, she’s asking me to be more thorough in my reports. She’s also asked me to be more ‘mindful’ or the kinds of punishments I dole out from one house to the next. Emma’s stupid face-” She pressed her lips together and shook her head.

James turned so he was leaning on his shoulder and reached out to tuck a lock of hair behind her ear. “Emma likes giving you a hard time. McGonagall knows that you’re not unfair. She’s aware of what the Slytherins are doing.”

“It’s not just the Slytherins.”

“No, but most of the incidences are started by Slytherins.” James cleared his throat. “But that’s besides the point. Point is, that you’re doing a perfect job and Emma can go jump in the lake.”

Lily narrowed her eyes at him, but it wasn’t long before she was smiling at him. “Yeah,” She nodded, her smile growing. “I am perfect.”

James smirked at her, his hand running down her arm before resting on her hip. He tugged slightly, pulling her in front of him as he rolled off his shoulder and onto his back again. She stepped between his legs and brought her arms up to his chest. “I’m so glad you don’t feel the need to argue with me about everything anymore.”

He wondered if he would ever get over this feeling in his chest, the expanding warmth that seemed to overpower every other thought or feeling he had when he was around her.

“Well there was nothing to argue about there,” Her eyes flickered with that light that he’d come to know rather well. The light that meant she was about to kiss him. He took a breath, ready to dive in, but then her brow narrowed slightly. “Thank you.” She said quietly. “For always being on my side.”

He tightened his grip on her hips slightly. “It’s you and me, Evans. Against the world.” She was smiling again.

“Till the very end.” She agreed, and then she was leaning forward and her lips were on his and his head was spinning.

His fingers moved up, from her hips to the hem of her shirt and he pushed it up just enough, sliding his fingertips over her back, causing her to arch into him. He smiled against her lips and she pulled him closer as he started tracing small circles, dragging his finger down to trace over the top of her skirt, pushing against it slightly. She gasped against his lips and pulled back, ever so slightly.

Her cheeks were flushed and her eyes were bright, and James couldn’t stop the smile that stretched over his face. How did he get so goddamn lucky?

“You are trouble, sir,” She said quietly, and he rested his forehead against hers. “We’re out here in the middle of the pitch. Anyone could see us.”

James shrugged a shoulder. “You started it,” He reminded her. Her eyes flashed back to his and she laughed before leaning in again.

#jily #jily fic #did I write a canon fic?#who am I #anyway this is clearly not a micro fic as I intended #but I shouldn't really be surprised #siriuslychessi

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nightshadcs · 4 years

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･ﾟﾟ･｡ ( camila mendes, cis female, she/her ) — 𝒉𝒐𝒈𝒘𝒂𝒓𝒕𝒔 𝒊𝒔 𝒉𝒆𝒓𝒆 𝒕𝒐 𝒘𝒆𝒍𝒄𝒐𝒎𝒆 𝒉𝒐𝒎𝒆 EMMA VANITY, the TENTH year SLYTHERIN student ! i hear that the TWENTY year old is known to be ADVENTUROUS and CHARISMATIC and also very HEDONISTIC and OVERINDULGED. however, if you ask me, the fact that they are a PUREBLOOD ( ¼TH VEELA ) and leaning towards the side of the NEUTRAL is a lot more telling.

h-hewwo ?? this is admin mar, bringing you my second child *queue savage by megan thee stallion* classy, boujee, ratched: emma vanity. once again, i am still a Hot Mess, so this is also going to be a whole ass journey to write out. many apologies!

trigger warnings for: drug use, fertility issues, alcohol use.

i. basics —

name. emma victoria vanity.

nee. emmanuella vittoria vanidad.

nickname. ems, em.

age. twenty years old.

gender & pronouns. cis female, she/her.

sexual orientation. bisexual.

ii. personality —

to put it simply, emma vanity is the perfect cliché of the rich kid starving for their parents’ attention, so they act out to get it. she’s been spoiled pretty much her whole life, but everything has been handed to her, so she gets bored quite easily. she’s incredibly social, enjoys a good party, and frequently gets fucked up during them. though she curses like a sailor, she can be quite charming at times.

getting into trouble is emma’s second favorite hobby. the first is quidditch, and she’s very intense about the sport, like beat your ass serious. very much wants to become a professional player. though she lives a life of hedonism, this is pretty much the only thing she’s ever been really serious about. being spoiled pretty much her entire life, it’s no surprise she can act like a brat when she doesn’t get what she wants.

iii. background —

born in a brazilian pureblood dynasty, the vanity’s only made their move to the united kingdom through emma’s father. he was interested in the promise the death eaters held, and decided to move his family to a new country in the hopes it would raise their family’s status to new heights. his wife, unbeknownst to anyone, really held the leash. a half-veela, she’d charmed & manipulated her husband into doing her bidding.

emma was, and would always be, an only child. her parents’ fertility issues making sure of that. this meant her family put all their focus on her, though — and for the first few years of her life, she was stuck in an endless loop of etiquette, tutors, and whatever event her parents deemed fit to attend.

the first time emma disobeyed her parents was coincidentally also what changed her life. she’d stolen a broom out of the staff closet and taken it for a ride on the grounds of their estate, fell on her ass a few times, but also fell in love with flying. her parents eventually caught her, and deemed it very unladylike for their little girl to be zooming through the air like that, and therefore forbade it. of course, this caused her to sneak around and keep flying, until they finally decided that they could stomach it for the time being, as long as it remained just a whim.

it was not, however, just a whim. first year at hogwarts, emma basically raced towards the slytherin quidditch tryouts, until they laughed her off the pitch without letting her try out. with no quidditch and having covered most of the classes in her tutoring, this was the first time emma got bored — and the school would learn to fear that mood soon enough.

emma vanity became the bane of her teacher’s existence, even in first year. she started fights, pulled pranks, and attended whatever party the older years were throwing ( as soon as they saw her antics, they decided to adopt her for entertainment ). she grew even worse, having her first drink half-way through the year, and her first kiss only a few hours after. when she returned for the second year, and they finally let her fly for the team, her popularity only skyrocketed. the second year chaser who broke someone’s nose on the pitch. the little slytherin girl who caused a fight between the puffs and the gryffindors. the twelve year old who could keep up drinking with much older.

over the years, emma has only gotten worse. she corrupted younger students, threw massive parties, slept with whoever she could get her hands on. the one thing keeping her sane is quidditch. her parents are itching for her to stop playing and become a proper pureblood lady, but all she wants is a professional career — and she’ll do absolutely anything to get it.

#fd.intro #* ☾ ─── 𝐖𝐇𝐈𝐒𝐊𝐄𝐘 𝐈𝐍 𝐀 𝐓𝐄𝐀𝐂𝐔𝐏 » about.

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bellumventurusest-rp · 4 years

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Emma Vanity - Twenty-Two - Code White - Pureblood

Wand: Swamp mayhaw wood, with a rougarou hair core, 13″, unyielding.

Patronus: Dolphin

Boggart: Herself, as a housewife.

Job: Recruited in her final year of Hogwarts, Emma started playing for the Montrose Magpies as a Chaser right away.

P E R S O N A L I T Y T R A I T S

Positives: Adventurous, Charismatic, Loyal,

Negatives: Mischevious, Hedonistic, Overindulged

H I S T O R Y

The Vanità family of Italy was renowned in Pureblood society for three things: their perfectly pure lineage, their excessive wealth, and most importantly — their fertility issues. For years, the family became smaller and smaller, the problem not much helped by how they refused to marry outside of their circles, or heaven forbid, someone who’s blood purity couldn’t be traced back for at least a century. When Emma’s father, Giuseppe, was born, his twin sister following a few minutes after, the family considered it nothing short of a miracle.

Treated like a young prince, forced into etiquette and manners, and always told to pull up his nose at anyone lesser — it was surprising to all of his family that the boy turned out to be a bit of a dreamer. The House of Vanità was one of tradition, one where publicity, good or bad, was a death sentence, and most of all, they were incredibly rooted in their home country. The connotations to their name were only known in the most coveted circles of high society, their wealth was shrouded in absolute secrecy, and they were seclusive, to say the least — though not enough that it did not strike a chord with most regular members of wizarding society. Both fear and awe was something they cultivated.

With their fertility issues and desire to keep the line pure but without inbreeding, the Vanità’s had soon learned to seek their betrothals outside of the country, which is how Giuseppe wound up with a young, French woman named Camille. They did not meet until a month before their set wedding date, but while Giuseppe was definitely surprised at the beauty of his wife-to-be, what definitely set her apart was her personality. Cultured, sophisticated, and manipulative — though he was unaware of that final one, he definitely felt the effects. Camille heard his whispers of dreams, of raising his family out of that secrecy they so craved, and return it to glory. A name everyone knew. A name everyone wanted to be associated with. They were grand now, grand and ancient and splendid, but they could be so much more. Camille heard it all, and then she went to work.

Not until after their wedding was official did she tell him the truth. Camille’s father had fallen in love with a Veela, and she had been the offspring of that union, though he had kept it secret. It was considered almost normal in France, but there and across the world, it was not. Luckily for her, he did not see it as a downside, but instead as an opportunity, not realizing that she used the gifts of her heritage on him too. She got him to promise her a great many things, but the most important was this: that they would not let their family die out in Italy.

Giuseppe Senior, his father, passed on the exact day they found out Camille was pregnant with their first child, thus making him the next great patriarch of the Vanità family. Tears of joy and tears of grief mingled, as people touched the expecting mothers’ belly at the elaborate funeral — though his own was surprisingly dry. His mother had been born in London, a Yaxley by birth, before leaving to marry in Italy, but she had held onto her connections back home and had made sure her son had done the same with the children of her former peers. And as a few of them showed up for her husbands’ funeral, they whispered of a rumor that made Giuseppe’s eyes go wide — not with fear, but with opportunity.

Knights of Walpurgis, a wizarding society where the purebloods ruled, a Dark Lord promising power to those who searched for it. Once the funeral was over, he told Camille all he had heard, and though her husband looked at it mostly in terms of social status, she saw something else, too — power. Giuseppe was a little hesitant, but she was not, and with all the sway she held over her husband, they started making plans for their move the very next day.

Despite their plans to have her born on English soil and make sure the next generation was firmly rooted in that country, Emmanuella Vittoria Vanità was born two weeks before her mother was due, climbing her way out kicking and screaming. It was much to her grandmother’s delight, who had disagreed with the move, wanting to follow her husband’s wishes, despite his death. She had reluctantly agreed to come with them to the United Kingdom, to reunite with her own family there, and to help them in raising little Emma. And even though she was early, even though she was a girl, even though she’d upended all their plans — her parents were overjoyed with the birth of their child.

It had taken them three years to get to this moment, three years of seeing magical fertility specialists, three years of countless potions that made Camille sick more often than not, but finally, she was there — Giuseppe’s coveted heir, his little Emmanuella, tufts of dark hair sticking up from her head as they wrapped her in the pink blanket and handed her to him. Despite her birth, Giuseppe had no plans to wait more than another week on their move.

Exhausted and holding onto their newborn, the Vanità’s finally arrived in London — and after hearing official after official horribly mispronouncing their surname, they made yet another bold move. An anglicized version. Vanity. His family, being horribly insulted by the change, was smoothed over by lies from Camille. It would make them fit in better, people would accept them, their anonymity would remain. The last one was especially powerful. But when they moved into that enormous estate in Virginia Water, all bets were off.

Attention from the English pureblood society was drawn quite quickly — especially not when you were also related to one of their Sacred Twenty-Eight families through your mother, or considering the fact that your wife had some sort of a supernatural charm about her, or that your daughter was just so impossibly adorable. Camille and Giuseppe found themselves with a stack of invitations to every pureblood ball, charity gala, or even social event a week later, something they took advantage of greedily, leaving their newborn in the care of either her grandmother or one of their various hired helps.

Emma Vanity grew up in the lap of luxury, with absentee parents, but a gaggle of tutors and nannies chasing after her at any given time. Whenever her parents were home, they were loving, doting even — it was just that they loved their social life more. She was left in good hands, they would have no less for their only child — especially when it was so unlikely they would ever have another, but they still left her.

Raised the same way most of her pureblood peers were, her life consisted of tutoring ( both magical and other ), fittings for her clothes, and a variety of events that her parents deemed appropriate for her to attend. That was of course until she spotted the broom one of the cooks standing in their foyer. Emma was immediately intrigued by the object. She’d heard of brooms, of course, but Vanity’s did not use that kind of transportation.

So, she climbed onto the broom, and for thirty seconds — it was like everything was right in the world. And then, of course, she fell on her ass. But Emma Vanity was and never will be a quitter. As a child of extremely wealthy parents, she’d never learned the word consequence, so she took the broom outside without asking the owner, and continued her efforts. It took almost the entire day, complete with a lot of hiding from her tutors ( which was easy when they weren’t looking up ), but at the end of it, she managed to zoom around the estate like she’d been doing this for years. Of course, at the exact moment she attempted to do a dive, her father walked into the gardens and saw her hovering there. Giuseppe and Camille forbade her from any more flying, to instantly return the broom, and chastised her for the mud she’d gotten all over her robes. But the next day, Emma found the brooms stacked in the kitchen closet, and she tried again.

It took her a while to find a decent balance between sneaking off to fly and attending all the activities her parents wanted her too. Mostly, she skipped out on the clothing fittings — asking one of the staff members’ children, who also joined them for tutoring on the estate, to pretend to be her instead. Either the two of them truly did look alike, or the tailors simply didn’t care, but it worked, Emma’s clothes still fit, and she managed to get a steady hour of flying in almost every day — longer, if she got the chance. It was no surprise that when some of her friends returned from their first year at Hogwarts and told her about the Quidditch teams, she immediately knew that she would aim to join one as soon as she got her chance. No one could deny Emma was a natural, backed with almost three years of practice whenever she found a moment — she should be able to get in, right?

But when she got to Hogwarts, and they sorted her into Slytherin, the Quidditch captain saw that excited first-year smile, and even without letting her try out — told her not to even bother until next year. Emma, quickly found out that most of the subjects in school had been covered in her tutoring, and now with her also excluded from the team for at least another year, was not just angry — she was something much worse than that. She was bored. And the school soon learned to fear whenever Emma Vanity was bored. Dubbed a troublemaker from the moment she entered Hogwarts, she started fights, pulled pranks, and insulted teachers. Luckily for, but unbeknownst to her, the Veela nature lurking in her blood made her charming, able to sweet-talk her way out of most permanent marks, and when that failed, her parents and their endless supply of money never did. Ironically, her misbehavior also made her popular — the attention of older years quickly drawn by this young upstart, and they invited her to their parties, if only just for the entertainment she brought.

Emma returned for her second year with a vengeance. They had tried to send her away from try-outs again, but she forced them to let her join, to watch her fly. And then when they realized she hadn’t been lying last year about her abilities and let her join as a chaser, she grinned and told them that by next year she’d be their captain — earning laughs. It was no surprise that after her first Quidditch game, Emma’s popularity skyrocketed. Not only was she an extraordinarily gifted player, but she had also gained a trouble-makers reputation, and she knew for a fact that most of her peers were jealous that they invited her to all the parties they were still deemed too young for. And truth be told, their decision on that was correct because Emma was also too young for them, too young and too impressionable, she did not take well to it. Of course, she loved it, being popular, hanging out with seventeen-year-olds, and even being offered alcohol — but that doesn’t mean it was any good for her. At only age fifteen, Emma had fallen into a life filled with nothing but debauchery, frequently receiving howlers from her parents and grandmother — with her only saving grace being that excellence in Quidditch, which they finally chose to see as a positive.

As she’d promised, she’d become Quidditch captain in her third year, riding it out until her final year. It was the one thing she was actually serious about, showing up to the Pitch every single day, hangover or no hangover, and pushing herself and the team for nothing but perfection. It was the one constant in her entire academic career, despite the fact that her tutors had definitely done their job well enough to make sure her grades were still up to par, it was the one thing that offered her any kind of future aside from partying every single night, spending her family fortune, and dying an early death. Quidditch forced her not to go too far, to make sure she still had something she should be prepared for. It was her heart and soul, something that made her trainwreck of a lifestyle better by heaps. It was no surprise she was scouted by the Montrose Magpies during one of her final matches and joined the team fresh out of school.

Her career forced her to make sure she had her life a little more under control, to make sure she had some semblance of restraint, to make sure she passed her drug tests, but mostly, to make sure she did not lose this beautiful opportunity. To make sure she was not going to lose out on her life’s dream. And then, of course, there was the other thing. A war, raging all around. It followed her around wherever she went, and though her parents allied with the Death Eaters ( even though they were too cowardly to be more than just supporters ) she did not, actually, give a shit. She agrees somewhat with the Death Eater philosophy, largely based on her upbringing and circle of friends, but Emma does not feel strong enough either way to join the fight — and she frequently quips that the only side she’ll ever stand on is her own. But when it’s happening all around her, with the battles that happen in the street, and wixen being carted off to Azkaban every single day, for how long? How long until she has to pick a side, pick up arms and leave her problematic but comfortable little life?

She tries not to think about it. Emma Vanity has better things to do.

R E L A T I O N S H I P S

Andromeda Black - Former Friend - During their Hogwarts days, Emma and Andromeda were quite close, but nowadays, she finds herself more drawn to her other sisters instead. She disagrees with Andromeda’s decision to leave, but still sometimes misses the friendship they used to have, even when she refuses to acknowledge it now.

Emmeline Vance - Tense Friendship - Another friendship that started in Hogwarts, Emma struggles with her relationship to Emmeline even more than Andromeda. At least the latter made the line very clear. She worries about her friend often, trying to stir her onto what she thinks is the right path, but is unsure if Emmeline feels the same way.

Evan Rosier - Bad Influence - Emma has always been attracted to danger, and Evan is exactly that. She enjoys spending time with him, learning about the darker things in life. Still, she’s grown closer to him as a friend and now feels worried about his obsession with Dorcas, fearing that it hurt him a lot more than he is letting on.

Amara Greengrass - Close Friend - Her friendship with Amara has always been about fun. The two of them could light up a room, having the best time. She was worried when Amara momentarily strayed from the path with Alastor but is glad to have her friend back. Though, she can’t help but admit she has a small crush on the other girl too.

Vincent Mulciber - Betrothed, Annoyance - She had hoped her parents would never force her into a betrothal, let alone with someone like him. Emma thinks Vincent is a brute and his treatment of Dolores wasn’t promising much good. Her only hope now is that he thinks the same way and will help her break the engagement.

Faceclaim: Elizabeth Gillies Status: TAKEN

#roleplay #rp #marauders rp #hp rp #rpg #all #emma vanity #taken #takenf

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maraudersindieplots · 4 years

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QUIDDITCH: GRYFFINDOR VERSUS SLYTHERIN

SUNDAY, JANUARY 19TH.

There’s a palpable tension in the air. Never has there been a greater competitive streak and divide between two houses than there’s been for Slytherin and Gryffindor. But more than tension is an electric excitement that fills every empty seat on the entire Quidditch Pitch. After Ravenclaw’s hard fought win against Slytherin and Hufflepuff’s surprising win against Gryffindor, no one could tell who would reign victorious in today’s game.

That day’s announcer, Genevieve Wood, steps up to the podium, her loud voice echoing loud through the cheering cries of ‘Score up, Slytherin!’ and ‘Fly High, Gryffindor!’

“First game of the new term! ... Slytherin versus Gryffindor!”

There’s cheers and screams of excitement. Flags and banners wave eagerly all around the pitch. It seemed almost as though the entire school has shown up to the game that day.

“Aaaand, here they are, folks! The Slytherin team steps up. Vanity, Mulciber, Lestrange, Talkalot, Avery, Carrow and Black. On the opposite end, Gryffindor. Potter, Prewett, McKinnon, Purkiss, Frazer, Stebbins and Blishwick. Team Captains James Potter and Emma Vanity approach to shake hands. From the looks on their faces, I think we can expect quite a game today...”

“Mount your brooms, please,” calls Madam Hooch. Each member of the team puts on their goggles to shield their eyes from the harsh winter winds above. All legs immediately swing over each broomsticks. Only a few more seconds pass before brooms fly through the air as players take their respective positions.

“Players take their positions as Madam Hooch prepares to begin the game. No doubt she’s just finished giving them the ‘play fair’ talk!” There’s snickers and mutters from the audience. “... Bludgers’a just been let loose, followed by the Golden Snitch. Remember: the Seeker that catches the Snitch ends the game.”

Madam Hooch personally takes out the Quaffle and there’s a pause before she tosses it into the air. "... The Quaffle is released... and the game begins!”

Loud cheers and claps reverberate through the stadium.

“Talkalot’s got the Quaffle! Look at her go!!! McKinnon is on her tail. Lestrange tries to get open but Potter’s stoppin' at nothing to get him distracted-”

Collective gasps.

“OH!! Stebbins has just blocked a Bludger for McKinnon! That’s what we call teamwork, folks. McKinnon is racing on ahead- even Avery canna get a hit in and boy is he trying. Swear that one coulda broken a- OH, McKinnon’s almost there! She throws-”

Bated breath.

“MULCIBER BLOCKS IT!”

Groans from Gryffindor’s side and loud cheers and frantic banner waving from Slytherin.

“Lestrange has got the Quaffle and throws it to Vanity. Vanity races on ahead. OH! Frazer just saved Potter from a nasty Bludger. Vanity dodges a Bludger and Carrow hits it back to Potter. She throws it to Talkalot! WOO! Good gear comes in sma' bulk, look at Talkalot goooo!”

There are frantic cheers from the Slytherin side as they watch Lucinda race past Brianne, Florence and Marlene. “I dinna ken where she gets that speed and dodgin’ from! She’s almost to the hoops, folks! Prewett is heavily distracted by a couple a’ bludgers from Avery!”

Everyone watches with bated breath as Brianne and Theo frantically try to hit a bludger towards Lucinda. Marlene races towards Lucinda... There’s both cheers and groans throughout the stands.

“UNBELIEVABLE! PREWETT BLOCKS IT! The lad saves Gryffindor with an impressive hit from BELOW his broom! How he hung on and didn’t fall on his arse, I dinna ken-”

“The Quaffle goes to Potter. Avery hits a real good bludger over, ah- HIT! Potter’s broom is spinnin’! Vanity’s got the Quaffle and she’s closely flanked by Lestrange and Talkalot. Potter’s got his bearings, looks like he’s chasing after her with McKinnon and Purkiss!”

“Vanity’s close, flittin’ like I’ain ever seen her before... Oh...OH!” More elevated cheers from the crowd. “She tossed it to Lestrange who tossed it back, barely makin’ it over Purkiss and Vanity got in a mad throw but PREWETT BLOCKED IT AGAIN! Slytherin’s looking crabbit now, folks!”

“Potter’s got the Quaffle now and he’s racin’ with McKinnon at his side! No news yet from Black and Blishwick, they’re lookin’ ‘round the field but no Snitch in sight just yet... Quaffle is thrown to Purkiss and it’s thrown to McKinnon- Talkalot is tryin’ get in there- AH! That was close folks, quaffle is back to Potter. Stebbins and Frazer are doin’ a fine job of keepin’ ‘em bludgers off their Chasers but Carrow and Avery are not givin’ up!”

There’s a moment of silence, bated breath as James continues to race towards the Slytherin hoops with the team and sudden cheers. “ --- LOOKS LIKE THERE’S NO STOPPIN’ ‘EM!”

“The quaffle is thrown- OOOH! Mulciber saw ‘em coming! He blocks it and hits it real good there! The quaffle barely misses Frazer! Is she alright? Oh- OH!”

There are collective gasps all around and groans from the Slytherin side as the bludger slams against Damon’s shoulder. Regulus comes down from his search, he barely makes it in time to steady his teammate before Damon almost falls.

“THEO SLAMS A BLUDGER TO MULCIBER! That does NOT look good, folks! Black flies back up and Mulciber, lookin’ worse for wear. OOF- that’s definitely broken. He’s quickly bein’ escorted to the Mediwix by Hooch. Is that- OH!”

Gasps as Alecto slams a bludger towards Theo. “THAT WAS A CLOSE ONE! What Carrow is doing while McKinnon’s got the quaffle, I dinna ken. We got Avery on McK- OH, STEBBINS IS RACING TOWARDS CARROW!”

More gasps as Theo nearly slams into Alecto. “ARE THEY- LOOKS LIKE THEY’RE TRYING TO UNSEAT EACH OTHER!”

There’s a loud whistle and Madam Hooch flies up to seperate them while Marlene races towards the Slytherin hoops with the Quaffle. “ --- MCKINNON SCORES!”

The collective section of Gryffindors stand up, screaming and cheering while frantically waving their banners and flags. “10 POINTS TO GRYFFINDOR! WHAT A SCORE!” James and Marlene high-five each other in passing. “Looks like Stebbins and Carrow been given a penalty and Lestrange and Vanity are tryna to keep their eyes on their undefended hoops without their Keeper in the game!”

The game lasts another 20 minutes. Without Damon Mulciber as Keeper for Slytherin and the rest of the Slytherin team trying to keep an eye on their hoops, Gryffindor scores multiple times.

“POTTER SCORES AGAIN! GRYFFINDOR: 160, SLYTHERIN: 0!”

The Gryffindor crowd goes wild and Slytherin is rather quiet on the stands.

“FINALLY! BLISHWICK’S SEEN THE SNITCH! She’s racing towards it and Black’s on her heels! Avery sends a Bludger towards Blishwick--- CLOSE ONE, Frazer’s got her back! In all this chaos, Talkalot’s got the Quaffle again, she’s like a bullet that one! She passes it to Vanity- who passes it to Lestrange... Now it’s back to Vanity. Vanity’s on it! Carrow keeps Stebbin’s bludger off her. Avery is sendin’ ‘em towards McKinnon! Vanity passes the Quaffle to Talkalot-”

In a matter of seconds, Lucinda decides to feign her throw to the left instead of the right, trying to throw Prewett off. "Stebbins throws her bat to McKinnon- MCKINNON REDIRECTS AVERY’S BLUDGER TO TALKALOT!”

The bludger throws Lucinda off enough that Prewett notices her hesitation to throw to the left and is able to race to the right just on time. “BLOODY HELL! PREWETT BLOCKS YET AGAIN! THE LAD IS ON FIRE TODAY!” The Gryffindor stands begin to cheer Gideon’s name loudly. “Purkiss’ got the Quaffle! Blishwick and Black are still chasing the snitch- looks like they almost lost it again for a second there!”

“AVERY’S SENT A BLUDGER AT MCKINNON! OH-” There are collective groans and yells of indignation from the Gryffindor stands as Marlene falls off her broom - hitting the ground below. “MCKINNON IS DOWN! Potter’s saying something over to Prewett - they both don’t look too happy! Swear, thought the Keeper was about to leave his position!”

“Black and Blishwick have lost the Snitch now in all that the chaos! And Vanity takes the Quaffle! Looks like she’s saying something to her team. Like they’re passing some info- What’s that- LOOKS LIKE SLYTHERIN’S TRYING OUT A DIFFERENT FORMATION! Lestrange is left defending the hoops, Vanity’s in the lead with Talkalot. Carrow and Avery on either sides and they’re ZOOMING!” Slytherin fans stand up and begins to cheer them on as Emma and Lucinda maintain an impressive game of tossing one other the Quaffle over the Gryffindors while the Beaters protect them.

“Prewett's ready! But the lad also looks more tired than my wee bairn of a brother after he’s been runnin’ ‘round the backyard! He barely kept that second to last one from Lestrange out of the hoops-” The cheers of delight and screams from the Slytherin side drown out everyone. “TALKALOT TOSSES THE QUAFFLE TO VANITY AND SHE SCORES!” Emma and Lucinda high five each other as the cheers from Slytherin continue.

“GRYFFINDOR: 160, SLYTHERIN: 10!″

“BLISHWICK’S ON THE SNITCH! SHE’S REACHING OUT FOR IT!” Lucinda took the quaffle but even she is now distracted as almost the entire team look over to the two Seekers racing towards the Snitch. Alecto is one of the ones who reins her focus back in and chases a bludger to hit it towards the Gryffindor seeker. Florence’s fingers touch the Snitch’s wings...

There are collective gasps, everything else almost silent on the pitch. Both James and Theo race towards the bludger coming towards Florence. James is able to hit it away with the end of broom, passing it to Theo who hits it with her bat back to Alecto. But that was enough to distract nearby Florence for a second. In a moment so unexpected, Regulus Black appears at Florence’s side and snatches the snitch from her almost-grasp with a risky maneuver.

“BLACK HAS CAUGHT THE SNITCH!”

Thunderous cheers and applause from the Slytherin end - banners and flags waving energetically. “150 POINTS TO SLYTHERIN!” There are gasps and murmurs among the cheers, groans and excited screaming.

Madam Hooch blows her whistle thrice to end the game.

“... T-That ends the game!” Wood announces, sounding surprised herself. “GRYFFINDOR: 160, SLYTHERIN: 160. IT’S A TIE.”

SUMMARY:

SCORES: Gryffindor scores 16 times ( Marlene - 6 , James - 8, Purkiss - 2 ). Slytherin scores 1 time ( Emma - 1 ). Regulus Black catches the Golden Snitch with a tricky maneuver in the air, almost slamming into Florence.

BLOCKS: Damon blocks 2 attempts at goal. Gideon Prewett blocks 10 attempts at goal, narrowly missing 4 of those blocks (2 from Lucinda and 1 from Rabastan and 1 from Emma.)

PENALTIES: Alecto and Theo receive a penalty for aggression towards each other.

INJURIES: Theo and Alecto are bruised from their fight. Damon has a broken shoulder and arm. Marlene has also broken quite a few bones from her fall and the bludger hitting her in the ribs.

FINAL SCORES: Gryffindor with 160. Slytherin with 160. It’s a tie! An unexpected and startling outcome.

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GENERAL INFORMATION

Full Legal Name: Emma Noémie Vanity

Nickname(s): None if you know what’s good for you.

Age: 20

Gender & Pronouns: Cisgender female & she/her

Allegiance: Neutral

Status: Pureblood

Sexuality: Bisexual, with a preference towards women. Emma will seek out a woman if she is hoping for a good time, but men have their uses. If there is something to gain she will spend her time with a man--- whatever that reason may be; good publicity for being seen with someone, spending her time with someone who has connections to whatever it is she may be interested in, etc. Sometimes she might be surprised, but Emma is a selfish creature and has found she’s enjoyed herself more with a woman in bed with her. The Slytherin knows one day she will have to be wed to a man to carry on with the family, so for now Emma is simply enjoying herself with whoever shows the most promise at the time.

Date of Birth: November 2nd, 1957

Zodiac Sign: Scorpio

Hogwarts House: Slytherin

APPEARANCE

Faceclaim: Madelaine Petsch

Height: 5'5"

Weight: 119 lbs

Hair Color: Red

Eye Color: Light brown

Noticeable Features: Naturally red hair which is exceptionally striking.

Typical Outfit or General Fashion Sense: Emma dresses to impress, but the colors she sticks to are usually dark or neutral tones. She’s always wearing heels to give her an edge on her height, even if it’s just to go to Potions Class.

HISTORY

Hometown: Chelmsford

Financial Status: Incredibly wealthy

Spoken Languages: English and French

Dream Job: After having a very successful internship over the summer, Emma doesn’t believe in a ‘dream job’. Once her time at Hogwarts is over she will graduate and immediately start her climb up the ladder at the Ministry in the Department of Magical Games and Sports. At first it will start off with just busy desk work--- helping people throughout the Department who need it. Determined to make her mark fair and square without people saying Emma paved her career with the help of anyone pulling strings for her. Her goal is to make her way to the International Event Coordination Team within at least a year of working at the Ministry--- maybe two. Her next step would then become the Head of the Event Coordination Team and have her own department within the Department along with her own set of staff. Emma’s goal is to achieve such a title before she has her second child because she certainly would never stop working to be a stay at home parent.

However, Emma is aware Quidditch teams are looking at her and with it being her final year teams would be looking to recruit her before she officially graduates so she’d be signed onto a team and can start up once summer begins. While the thought will be certainly tempting for her, Emma will end up turning down Puddlemere United (a very difficult decision for her, knowing how proud it’d make her father to say his daughter played on the same team he did) which would have been the only team she’d even consider, but it’s her life and that isn’t how Emma wants to spend it--- no matter how much she loves to play Quidditch. Through her job at the Ministry she will still keep up the hobby.

Vices: Emma doesn’t believe in bad habits. She barely drinks unless it’s socially, and never enough to risk making a fool of herself.

FAMILY BACKGROUND

Mother: Yvonne Vanity née Dubois (Socialite)

Father: Carter Vanity (Former Chaser for the team Puddlemere United; current Death Eater)

Sibling(s): N/A

Pet(s): A snow white cat named Sylvester.

Grandparent(s): Amélie and Gérard Dubois on her mother’s side. Eliza and Noah Vanity are on her father’s side. Emma is close to both sides of her family and visits them with her parents as frequently as she can.

Cousin(s): She has a few on both sides of her family, some she’s closer to more than others.

MAGICAL ABILITIES

Wand: Rowan, Kelpie Hair, and 12.25 inches

Patronus: Emma cannot produce a patronus and likely will not have a reason to bother learning for quite some time, but whenever she finally casts it it will take the shape of a viper.

Boggart: At this exact moment, Emma’s boggart would take the form of a Death Eater. She knows nothing of this obscure group who goes around causing destruction--- granted their targets seem to be directed more towards those who aren’t purebloods or those who don’t openly uphold the values and traditions expected in this day of age. Nonetheless, these extremists are hurting and killing people. Who knows who could get caught in the crossfire of things? Emma has no interest in the war and would like to keep herself firmly away from it entirely.

OWLS: Charms (Outstanding), Care for Magical Creatures (Acceptable), Defense Against the Dark Arts (Exceeds Expectations), Potions (Exceeds Expectations), Transfiguration (Outstanding), Ancient Runes (Outstanding), and History of Magic (Outstanding).

BIOGRAPHY

For the first part of Emma’s life Southern France was the place she called home. Growing up in a large manor set back just far enough from the ocean the young girl could see the water from her bedroom window. With a father who played Quidditch for a living and a Socialite of a mother who was around more to help the nanny of the time with Emma, Yvonne thought it would be the perfect opportunity to shape her daughter into the spitting image of herself. At first it seemed easy enough--- while stubborn to a fault since the moment Emma could get a word out, she was the perfect daughter. Charming enough to hold a conversation with anyone about anything (even though Emma has always despised small talk), beautiful enough to wear anything and look spectacular, and a clear ambition which showed even at a young age the Vanity heir was going to go far in life. Yvonne saw herself in her only child and couldn’t be more thrilled, that is until she learned her daughter would much rather go out and play Quidditch rather than sit around and have tea parties with her friends.

Carter introduced his daughter to his pride and joy thinking she’d be bored with it--- after the first game he figured Emma would never want to go again. He never expected his daughter to attend every single game through her childhood, let alone find passion in the sport herself to pursue a spot on a team when she got old enough to attend school.

For the first four years of her schooling Emma attended Beauxbatons School of Magic. The school was her home and Emma found a close circle of friends and cousins who she attended with. She loved her education and pushed to be at the top of her class--- perhaps she didn’t do the best, at least not every time, but the girl never allowed her grades to slip. Emma had always been hard on herself, even worse than her parents. Her friends were jealous Emma had so much freedom at such a young age--- neither parent dictated every aspect of her life like most did, especially when it came to the daughter of the family. No, the family saw no reason to be breathing down their daughter’s neck when Emma herself had a stricter set of rules for herself than they could likely come up with. She was tough on herself, but Emma refused to allow any slip ups which people could hold over her.

The summer after her fourth year wasn’t a particularly favored one. Usually her summers were spent enjoying trips with her family and friends. Shopping and hours lounged out on the Vanity’s own private beach. Emma said goodbye to everything she could call home and her family packed everything up to move to England. Even with her persistence Emma couldn’t bring her parents to stay, her father claiming the move would be good for them. She had no idea about her father’s ties to Voldemort’s group of Death Eaters--- Carter preferring to keep his daughter in the dark about his less than pleasant activities he attended to when Emma wasn’t around to notice.

Hogwarts wasn’t particularly a bad school--- it was highly talked about even as far away as France. It just was full of new people and Emma had to readjust to a whole new life. She was a survivor at heart and forced herself to adapt--- forced to find a home in Slytherin, and find one she did. The redhead quickly settled into her studies and made the Quidditch team with no question. It took her a bit longer to find a group of friends she felt comfortable with because it took Emma longer than most to warm up to someone, but she found a few who she held close. The Slytherin even found another Slytherin who fancied her interest, a boy two years her senior. They dated through the year and the summer before her sixth year Sebastian asked Emma’s father for a betrothal to his only daughter. He wasn’t expecting Emma to come storming into Carter’s study, demanding to know why he’d ask her father rather than the person he’d be marrying after Emma’s graduation. Refusing to start a relationship with someone who didn’t put her on equal ground with themselves, Emma kicked him to the curb, right in front of her father who tells the story proudly to others.

Her sixth year was easier--- Emma was used to the school and professors she had. She spent the year building up her résumé for her internship at the Ministry she desired for the summer. Of course Emma was accepted, but that didn’t keep her from working hard. The Slytherin saw her future and Emma liked what she saw, she just had to be patient and make her way through school. With her final year at Hogwarts on the horizon Emma plans to focus on her studies and hopefully have another smooth year to give her a pleasant kick start off from graduation. Maybe she’ll loosen up to actually slow down and enjoy the last year of her still being just a kid, but if you ask Emma it wouldn’t be likely.

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GENERAL INFORMATION ➤

Full Legal Name: Emma Esmé Vanity

Emma = “Whole, universal”

Esmé = “Esteemed, loved”

Vanity = “Excessive pride in or admiration for oneself”

Nickname(s): n/a and don’t even try it Age: 18 Gender & Pronouns: cisgender female; she/her Sexuality: Greyromantic and bisexual with an outward preference for men driven by her traditional values and life plans. Date of Birth: March 27th Horoscope: Aries

Strengths: Courageous, determined, confident, blunt, passionate

Weaknesses: Impatient, moody, short-tempered, impulsive, aggressive

Likes: Comfortable clothes, taking on leadership roles, physical challeng individual sports

Dislikes: Inactivity, delays, work that does not use one’s talents

Hogwarts House: Slytherin Nationality: English on her father’s side; a quarter Moroccan via her mother’s. Emma grew up just outside Yorkshire and is very vocally proud of the region, flawed accents and all.

Occupation:

Emma is currently a student, but she has big plans for her future and no doubt that she’ll be able to accomplish them — which isn’t a surprise to anyone who’s ever met her. Not many seventeen year olds purchase, renovate and successfully run a Quidditch camp as a summer project, and very few others have done simultaneous Ministry internships.

Ultimately, Emma wants to work at the Ministry of Magic’s Department of Magical Games and Sports. This is made easier by the fact that her father is the Vice Head of the department and her godfather is the Head, but she genuinely wants to build her career upon her own merits. She plans to start as a Junior Regulations Analyst with a seat on the International Event Coordination team. Her goals are currently to change the relationship the Ministry has with corporate sponsors and private companies to increase the funding ceiling and strengthen key partnerships.

Then, within five years, her goal is to create her own, new position (Executive Liaison, final title pending!). Through that, she believes she would run her own staff as a department-within-a-department and be the official point of contact for team owners, sponsors, donors, private partner companies – such as her camp and similar programs – and key suppliers of equipment, uniforms, brooms, balls, etcetera.

She plans to use whatever downtown is leftover to work on the Department’s overall public relations strategy and inter-Ministry reputation.

Summarized in One Word: Headstrong

APPEARANCE ➤

Faceclaim: Phoebe Tonkin Height: 5′4″ Hair Color: Brown Eye Color: Brown Noticeable Features: Resting bitch face, and the ability to instill a primal fear in someone with nary a glance.

Typical Outfit or General Fashion Sense: Emma is usually dressed for capital-B Business. her wardrobe consists of black, grey and other neutrals and she opts for simple lines, minimalist looks and the simple intimidation of clear wealth. Streamlined, with hints to reclaimed masculinity; she has more blazers than any eighteen year old should, but she can seriously rock a little black dress, too.

HISTORY ➤

Hometown:

The Vanity family has always have a longstanding history of residing in the North Country of England, on the outskirts of Yorkshire and the Humber. Although grand in scale like most pureblood manors, the inside of the estate is considerably warmer; it features dark-paneled wood instead of marble and walls painted in warmer hues than one might normally see. The untouchable artifacts that one might find in other homes have largely been replaced with Quidditch memorabilia, family photos, and bookshelves.

There is a grande ballroom for throwing events and the foyer is invariably pristine, but the layout contains several dens stocked with comfortable couches, ever-burning fireplaces, and shelves of whiskeys and wines brought up from storage in the basement. Everything is sleek and kept up to a standard of perfection, but the family and all those who lived there before them worked hard to ensure that the place seemed approachable to newcomers. Charms ensure that the house always smells of sharp vanilla, burning wood, and pine.

The grounds feature a lake surrounded by willow trees and a trail that leads through a hedge maze into what used to be a prized garden and have since become home to a miniature Quidditch pitch used by Emma as a child learning to fly; the hoops now stand only as tall as she is, but it remains there as a tribute as the flowers grow back around them.

The home is conveniently located only two miles from the practice grounds of the Appleby Arrows, the former team of Eoin Vanity and a family favorite for the last eight generations.

Financial Status: Upper class Spoken Languages: English, and a little bit of German. Enough to have a conversation, but not enough to consider herself fluent. She’s working on some Arabic, having taken an interest for Antonin and Tazie’s sake. Dream Job: Decision maker of the entire world Bad Habits: Emma will tell anyone who asks that she has none...because of course she will. What she means by this, however, is that she has no "traditional vices” like smoking or drinking. Bad habits, though, she has plenty. Despite holding herself to a strict schedule, she is late for nearly everything. She is also a bit of a packrat; her bag is filled at all times with disorganized papers and lists that make perfect sense to her, and that she won’t just get rid of on the off chance she one day needs them again. She’s also a fairly close-minded person. She’s not curious and prefers to stick to what, who and where she knows best.

FAMILY BACKGROUND ➤

Mother: Yvette Vanity Father: Eoin Vanity (neé Shaper) Sibling(s): n/a Pet(s): n/a Cousin(s): Amycus and Alecto Carrow (second cousins)

MAGICAL ABILITIES ➤

Wand: Alder, 9 ¼ inches, mermaid hair core, inflexible. Information on the core can be found here [x] and here [x]

Patronus (and which memory they’re currently using to cast a patronus if they can, or which one they’d use if they could):

Although she has not yet been successful in casting it, Emma’s patronus would take the form of a camel. Camels are symbolic of perseverance and stamina. People with this patronus are often superbly adapted to their own situation and personal element, but clumsy or inflexible in situations that are unfamiliar. The camel is a symbol of a strong work ethic and a stubborn attitude. While those with a camel patronus are often short tempered with small annoyances, they have almost limitless patience for life’s most difficult hurdles.

Eventually, Emma will use the memory of holding her firstborn son Gus in her arms to cast the most successful patronus she’s ever been personally capable of. For now, her selections oscillate between Quidditch Cup wins, opening day of her camp and her New Years Eve vacation to Russia with Lucinda.

Boggart: An oversized, string-bound marionette doll. At face value, it is a very real fear of hers: dolls have caused the hairs on the back of her neck to stand up since she was a child. Even as a little girl who had not yet discovered the joys of Quidditch, Emma wouldn’t allow dolls of any sort to be allowed in her playroom– including, to the dismay of her mother, the collection of Victorian-era china dolls that she was supposed to take under her wing. On a deeper level, however, the boggart represents so much more: the fear of not being in control of her actions, of being a puppet of her family, of everything in her life coming with strings attached.

OWLS: Ancient Runes, History of Magic, Charms, Defense Against the Dark Arts, Transfiguration, Potions, Arithmancy, Herbology, Care of Magical Creatures NEWTS: Transfiguration (A), Arithmancy (E), Herbology (E), Defense Against the Dark Arts (E); Charms (E); History of Magic (O); Potions (INCOMPLETE)

What Kind of Magic do They Excel at: (OOC NOTE, this ended up becoming more of a pro/con thing than an ‘excel’ thing, but I like it so I’m keeping it oop)

Emma’s grades have always been stable and in the mid-range. However, she’s always known that her career path leads through to the world of sports somehow and that knowledge is enough to bolster her through any lower points in her academic career.

Nonverbal spells are Emma’s specialty, as she has never been one to show her cards and depends on the elements of mystery and surprise when she’s looking to make an impact. She is heavily guarded when it comes to her arsenal, and so she stared making nonverbal spell-casting a priority. Her constant need for control over situations has lead to her holding her wand too tightly; it makes her wrist movements less fluid than they should be.

Along those same times, the type of magic she is most gifted at is defensive magic, an interest that’s only increased in the current political climate. She can pull a shield, she can deflect, she can make herself a smaller and less easily seen target. It’s not about winning for her; it’s about surviving, just knuckling down and making sure that the crossfire doesn’t decimate her. These spells being largely nonverbal is an added boon for her safety; they draw less attention and can’t be as easily combatted.

Personality wise, Emma is abrasive and that’s a quality that has carried over into her magic; when she tries spells, they are a bit harsher than intended. For instance, she knows a thing or two about first aid spells but if she had to heal a teammate’s broken nose on the pitch, there would be more of a crack to it—and, likely, leftover bruising—than if anyone else had tried.

Outside of dueling/magic situations, when Emma is on the offense, she prefers to do it through soft influence: with her words, with her power over people, through other channels other than violence. She knows her limits as well as the limits of others, and she’s never been able to stomach using violent magic against someone else…not that she’s ever tried, to date.

If she ever did have to make a show of physical power, her years on the Quidditch pitch have given her a predisposition to do it with actual physicality, not her wand. She has no problem smacking an unwelcome hand away or giving a well-placed shove.

In terms of subjects she does NOT excel at, Emma is terrible at cooking and by that same logic she is terrible at potions. She doesn’t have the precision, intuition, or gentle touch for the subject.

PSYCHOLOGY ➤

MB Type: The Logistician

Few personality types are as practical and dedicated as Logisticians. Known for their reliability and hard work, Logisticians are good at creating and maintaining a secure and stable environment for themselves and their loved ones.

Yet Logisticians can be easily tripped up in areas where their practical and methodical approach are more of a liability than an asset. Whether it is finding (or keeping) a partner, learning to relax or improvise, reaching dazzling heights on the career ladder, or managing their workload.

As parents, people with the Logistician personality type are often the most comfortable. Their sense of responsibility and honor blends well with a tradition that has been in place since time immemorial: to raise one’s children to be respected, contributing members of home and society. As with most commitments, Logisticians do not take their roles as parents lightly, and will make it their work to ensure that this tradition is upheld to the highest standard.

Logisticians approach relationships, as with most things, from a rational perspective, looking for compatibility and the mutual satisfaction of daily and long-term needs. Blind dates and random hookups are not Logisticians’ preferred methods for finding potential partners. The risk and unpredictability of these situations has Logisticians’ alarm bells ringing, and being dragged out for a night of dancing at the club just isn’t going to happen.

Logistician friends are not spontaneous. They are not talkative, or particularly playful in their affection. What Logistician friends are is loyal, trustworthy, honorable and dependable. Logisticians are a very methodical personality type, and this loyalty isn’t given away lightly. Often slow to make friends, Logisticians usually end up with a smaller circle, but they consider that circle to represent a promise to be there for the people they care about, and Logisticians’ promises are not easily broken.

When it comes to the workplace, Logisticians are almost a stereotype for the classic hard-working, dutiful employee. In all positions, the Logistician personality type seeks structure, clearly defined rules, and respect for authority and hierarchy. Responsibilities aren’t burdens to Logisticians, they are the trust that has been placed in them, an opportunity to prove once again that they are the right person for the job.

Enneagram: ISTJ [read more]

ISTJs are responsible organizers, driven to create and enforce order within systems and institutions. They are neat and orderly, inside and out, and tend to have a procedure for everything they do. Reliable and dutiful, ISTJs want to uphold tradition and follow regulations.

ISTJs are steady, productive contributors. Although they are Introverted, ISTJs are rarely isolated; typical ISTJs know just where they belong in life, and want to understand how they can participate in established organizations and systems. They concern themselves with maintaining the social order and making sure that standards are met.

+ Perseverance + Planning + Detail Orientation – Stubbornness – Tactlessness – Resistance to change

Moral Alignment: Lawful Neutral

Archetype:

45% Athlete - The Athlete's focus and drive are unparalleled. Staying healthy and being fit are paramount to them (as for winning, that doesn't hurt, either).

44% Royal - When the Royal walks into a room, they command attention. They are the one in charge, and they enjoy reaping the rewards of their hard work.

11% Intellectual - The Intellectual is the ultimate dinner-party guest. Engaging questions and thoughtful debate are their trademarks.

Temperament: Choleric

#tag: inspo #tag: character development #plot prompt friday #***#tag: headcanon

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meadweos · 5 years

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𝐓𝐀𝐒𝐊 𝐍𝐔𝐌𝐁𝐄𝐑 𝐎𝐍𝐄 —— 𝒄𝒉𝒂𝒓𝒂𝒄𝒕𝒆𝒓 𝒅𝒆𝒗𝒆𝒍𝒐𝒑𝒎𝒆𝒏𝒕 !

❛❛ Be soft. Do not let the world make you hard. Do not let the pain make you hate. Do not let the bitterness steal your sweetness. ❜❜ — Iain Thomas

001. 𝒆𝒊𝒕𝒉𝒆𝒓 𝒐𝒓…

sun or moon? stars or clouds? sea or sky? sunrise or sunset? early morning or late night? snow or rain? pastel or primary colours? hot chocolate or coffee? dusk or dawn? baths or showers? swimming or running? singing or dancing? paperback or hardcover? misty mornings or rainy mornings? soft pillows or hard pillows? pop or punk?

002. 𝒊𝒇 𝒚𝒐𝒖 𝒘𝒆𝒓𝒆…

… forced to choose between saving your best friend or yourself, what would your choice be?

❛ My best friend. ❜ It seems as though there’s a lump in her throat as she speaks, her voice sure and strong. ❛ Far more readily than I would save myself. It’s --- It’s not right. It wouldn’t be right for me to --- for me to not save her, save them. ❜ She goes silent for a few more seconds, her eyebrows raising as she asks a simple question. ❛ Why, what did the others say? ❜

If ever you’ve already asked a question but already know the answer, it’s this one: Dorcas suffers from chronic heroism, and would save her best friend far more readily than she would ever consider herself worth saving. There’s no ‘forcing’ about it - Dorcas would choose others over herself in a heartbeat.

… trapped on a deserted island, who would you want to have with you?

❛ Probably Calliope or Emmeline. Maybe, maybe Lily. Or Alice. I mean, it’s kind of impossible to choose, right? You can have someone you get along with, or someone who you know is better at magic than you, or someone who knows stuff about surviving on a deserted island, or literally anyone famous. ❜ Dorcas shrugs. The question is more casual than the others, and her shoulders droop as she breathes in and out deeply.

… able to turn back time and given the chance to change one thing, would you?

❛ My - my brother. I’d go back, for my brother. So I could save him. Or die in his place. Anything. Just - my brother. He should be here. ❜ Her voice is panicked, now. It’s a question she hadn’t been expecting, and she knows traveling through time is possible - time turners - but she doesn’t trust herself to use them. She doesn’t trust herself to save him without breaking everything. She didn’t save him the first time. What’s to say fear won’t paralyze her again?

… able to see the future, would you try to change it, or let it happen as it should?

❛ I mean, if things are happy in the end, I’d probably let it happen as it should. But i’s not about me or my happiness. If the people that I love are happy, then I’d keep it the same. But I’d change it in a heartbeat if I knew the end of all this was anything but simple, pure happiness for any of them. ❜

If Dorcas knew what would happen to her, to her friends, her life wouldn’t be the thing that she’d want saved. No. Marlene dies soon after she does - they think it’s by Travers and his crowd, but nobody ever finds out. He gets her entire family. There are no more McKinnons that will ever grace the grounds of Hogwarts. Gideon and Fabian Prewett - brave, strong, good - are killed by five Death Eaters that same August. The ground becomes hallowed, sacred, and nobody can speak their names without thinking of Molly - poor, dearest Molly. Lily and James have a son, they get to be happy, but they’re locked away in Godric’s Hollow, and it’s there that they die, only months after Dorcas had. Their son lives, but his life is scarred, and set out for him, already. The life of a martyr. Sirius wastes away in Azkaban, and when he gets his only taste of freedom, it’s tinged by imprisonment in a house he never wanted to call home again in his life, and then he dies, and there’s no body to bury. Peter’s a traitor, until he has one moment - one shining moment of humanity - and then he is dead by his own hand. Remus lives an entire life without his best friends, goes near mad with the grief of that loss, and after finding Sirius again, he loses him so soon, and then dies himself, too.

Emmeline lives. She gets to live, for a shining, glorious number of years, but they’re numbered. They’ve always been numbered. He comes for her, as he came for Dorcas, and she dies in the street. Alice is tortured into insanity like Frank is - they become Aurors and are successful pillars of the community and then it happens. They get their happiness, their son, but it is ripped away. He’s raised by his grandmother - formidable and strict, always criticizing him for not being the father he’d never known. Nobody ever knows what becomes of Regulus Black. Nobody ever talks about his story, or how he’s a good person, in his own way. Andromeda and Ted get married. They have a daughter, with a name as long and complex as Andromeda’s own, but then Ted goes away. He goes into hiding, and he doesn’t come home. His name is on the list of deaths announced on the radio, and Andromeda’s world stops, too, when she loses her daughter as well. Emma Vanity has a career in Quidditch - she lives through both wars, and is happy. She’s not untouched by the ravages of war, on either front, but it doesn’t hurl her into the waves like it had with the others. Lucius and Narcissa live. Lucius, imprisoned for far less years than he deserves, gets a pardon at the very end of things - they both see their son grow up, see the son they had raised to be a snake marry, and have children of his own. Mary survived, but, God, at what cost? At what cost? She loses her best friends, her family.

Severus dies as he had lived - hopelessly in love with Lily Evans, staring into the last piece of her has left - her son’s eyes, but he has become someone not even Dorcas would recognize - a man of casual cruelty, who bullies young Neville Longbottom until he’s his worst fear. But there are no more McKinnon’s. No more Meadowes. No more Prewett’s. No more Black’s. No more Tonks’. The war that they had thought would be final isn’t. They are raised to become soldiers, some less touched by this reality than others, but it comes to them in the end, and one by one, their lives are torn apart. But, in the end, they get to be happy. There’s happiness even in their failure to surely end things. They don’t get to live until their eighties, sit back on their rocking chairs and reminisce about the old days. They die young, but some of their children live. They fight like hell to live, but they do. It’s the question of whether or not it’s worth it. They are children born to be soldiers, who bring soldiers of their own into the world without knowing it. Harry Potter is saddled with a fate worse than death - he’s raised like a pig for slaughter, and people don’t talk about that enough. He survives, he wins, but at what cost? Nightmares, pain, horror? For the rest of his life? His scar may not hurt anymore, but his limbs ache, and he remembers the feeling of someone in his mind more vividly than he ever wanted to. His friends, his friends, die. Fred and George Weasley? Dead. Remus? Dead. Tonks? Dead. Colin Creevey? Dead. Happiness isn’t something easily measured - they are happy, but it’s always tinged by the fact that a lot of their problems haven’t gone away. Psychologically, the harm of war stays with you forever.

Dorcas would want everyone else to live. She’d throw herself in front of that Killing Curse for anyone, for anything. If she knew, she’d want everything rewritten. It would begin and end with her, nobody else, and she’s so foolishly optimistic that it might actually work. But the thing is she doesn’t know, and if she did, she’d surely go mad with the weight of it, but that doesn’t mean she wouldn’t change it - just that she wouldn’t be the same. And in the end, when she dies, she isn’t the same as we know her now. She still doesn’t kill, but she’s raised her wand far more times than she ever thought she’d have to, and she still holds out hope for everyone, but it’s not rose tinted anymore. The sad truth of the matter is that right now, she’d die for any of the people I mentioned above. Any of them.

003. 𝒑𝒆𝒓𝒔𝒐𝒏𝒂𝒍𝒊𝒕𝒚 𝒂𝒏𝒅 𝒕𝒓𝒐𝒑𝒆𝒔…

what’s your character’s myers-briggs personality type?

INFP — The Mediator

Mediator personalities are true idealists, always looking for the hint of good in even the worst of people and events, searching for ways to make things better. While they may be perceived as calm, reserved, or even shy, Mediators have an inner flame and passion that can truly shine. Comprising just 4% of the population, the risk of feeling misunderstood is unfortunately high for the Mediator personality type – but when they find like-minded people to spend their time with, the harmony they feel will be a fountain of joy and inspiration.

what’s your character’s alignment?

Neutral Good

Creatures of neutral good alignment believe that there must be some regulation in combination with freedoms if the best is to be brought to the world--the most beneficial conditions for living things in general and intelligent creatures in particular. Creatures of this alignments see the cosmos as a place where law and chaos are merely tools to use in bringing life, happiness, and prosperity to all deserving creatures. Order is not good unless it brings this to all; neither is randomness and total freedom desirable if it does not bring such good. Neutral goods value both personal freedom and adherence to laws. They feel that too many laws may unnecessarily restrict the freedom of good beings. They also believe that too much freedom may not protect society as a whole and encourage counterproductive divisions and in-fighting. They promote governments which hold broad powers, but do not interfere in the day-to-day lives of their citizens.

if you had to use one tv trope to describe your character, what would it be?

Skilled, but Naive or Wide-Eyed Idealist

#sac:task1 #( the phoenix flower blooms invisibly out of the white ashes of the sea. )#chill? what? i have none apparently

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princesse-de-ravenclaw · 6 years

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The Kissing Booth- Part 3

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The next few weeks rolled by quickly, and Y/N found herself thinking about Sirius more often than she ever had before. She actively avoided him around school, another thing she had never done before, but she felt so guilty every time that she saw him that she couldn’t help but turn the other direction. Yet he still crossed her mind throughout the day. She wondered why he constantly stuck up for her, and why he was so nice to her even though they rarely spoke to one another. Up until the night of the party, the two hadn’t had a real conversation since Y/N was 11. The more she thought about it, the more she realized he had always been nice to her. Sure, they each threw a playful insult here and there, but subconsciously, Y/N always knew that Sirius had her back.

Quidditch practices had picked up, and classes had assigned a little more homework, so Y/N was seeing Regulus a little less than normal, but for the first time, she was okay with it. Ever since the party, she had felt slightly guilty whenever she was around him. Sure, nothing had happened between her and Sirius, but she had lied about where she was. And she would never admit it out loud, but her feelings for her best friend’s older brother had shifted, and she couldn’t help but feel guilty about that as well.

Before anyone knew it, the night of the festival arrived, and everyone was restless. Some were frantically trying to perfect everything with their booths, others were excitedly waiting for the festival to begin. “Reg, is everything in place?” Y/N called. “I believe so, everyone is here,” he called back. Y/N burst through the curtain to join Regulus and all the people working the Booth. “Brilliant. Remember, you will all be blindfolded, so you can’t be prejudiced about who you’re kissing. We want as little drama as possible. Plus, it adds a little mystery, which could be really fun. Lucius, we’ll start with you, then you, Marlene. Then Davey, then Emma, and then Lily, you’ll finish up the evening. You don’t all have to wait here all night, go enjoy the festival and just make sure you’re back here for your shift, okay?” Y/N announced. Once everyone agreed, Y/N stepped out to take a look at the rest of the booths, since she would be working the booth for the majority of the night.

“Looks good, huh?” Sirius’s voice next to her made Y/N jump. “Merlin, Sirius,” she sighed as she tried to catch her breath. “But yes, it looks amazing. I’m sad I won’t be able to participate much,” she admitted, refusing to look at him. “You think you’re gonna be at the booth all night?” He raised an eyebrow. “Somebody’s gotta make sure everything runs smoothly,” she shrugged, “And I love Regulus, but I don’t think he cares enough to make sure it’s perfect.” “Maybe I’ll swing by to see it,” Sirius offered. “Go for it. However, if you pay to kiss Emma Vanity, I will have to hex you into next year. You’ve been warned,” Y/N told him. “Nah, I wouldn’t. She’s not my type. Plus, I see the way Regulus pines after her,” Sirius shrugged with a slight shake of his head. “Well, um, good. I’m glad we have an understanding, then,” Y/N nodded once. “I’ve got to get back to my booth,” she decided, quickly turning and making her way back to the kissing booth.

“Regulus, Emma’s shift is about to be over! Are you gonna get out there and kiss her or what?” Y/N asked frantically. “I don’t think I’m gonna do it,” Regulus admitted. “Regulus Arcturus Black! That is literally the whole reason we put this booth together!” Y/N whisper-yelled at him. “I know! But she and I were talking about it the other day and she said she was happy to help the club, but it felt weird to be kissing so many people at once, and I don’t want to contribute to that,” Regulus explained. “You we’re discussing the kissing booth at Quidditch practice?” Y/N asked, raising a disapproving eyebrow. “No wonder you lost to Ravenclaw last week..” “I’m going to ignore that comment because we weren’t discussing it at quidditch practice.” Regulus told her. “We had a study date in the library after dinner on Tuesday,” he said sheepishly. “On Tuesday!” Y/N exclaimed. “It’s Friday! Why have three days gone by and this is the first I’m hearing of it?”

“I don’t know, I guess I just wasn’t sure where it was going, so I didn’t want to talk about it and get my hopes up,” Regulus shrugged, unable to hold back his smile. “Well, I’m proud of you, Reg,” Y/N grinned and squeezed Regulus’s shoulder. When they were kids, rule number 18 was “always be happy for your bestie’s successes,” and that had always been the easiest rule for Y/N to follow. “You should ask her to the festival when she’s done with her shift,” Y/N suggested. “Are you sure? I don’t want to leave you alone at the booth...” Regulus trailed off as he watched Emma kiss her last patron. “There’s only a little bit left. I’ve got it,” Y/N assured him with a smile. Emma thanked the crowd for participating, and then made her way backstage. As Y/N walked onstage to announce Lily, she noticed Regulus and Emma heading off into the festival and smiled to herself.

A little while into Lily’s shift, Regulus and Emma returned to the kissing booth. “Y/N/N, would you mind if Emma and I went back to the castle?” Regulus asked Y/N. “Of course not, you two go have fun!” Y/N smiled. “You are amazing,” Regulus planted a grateful kiss on Y/N’s cheek before taking Emma’s hand and leaving the booth. Y/N watched them disappear with a proud smile, only to be interrupted by Lily rushing backstage. “Y/N!” Lily exclaimed. “Yeah, Lily, what’s up? Is everything alright?” Y/N asked, alarmed that Lily had left the stage. “Is someone behaving inappropriately? Did someone make you uncomfortable?” She asked frantically. “No, no, not really,” Lily shook her head. “Not really?” Y/N raised an eyebrow. “It’s just that, Severus is next in line, I can hear him, and I’m just not comfortable with kissing him,” Lily admitted.

“Okay,” Y/N nodded, pondering her options for how to solve the issue. “Okay... what if... what if I went out there? Yeah. I could go out there, and either he’ll not want to kiss me and leave, or I’ll do it, and you won’t have to,” Y/N suggested nervously. “Are you sure? I don’t want you doing anything you aren’t comfortable with,” Lily assured her. “No, it’s alright. Severus and Regulus are friends, so we hang out occasionally. It’ll be fine. If he even ends up staying in line,” Y/N replied, trying to convince herself more than Lily. “If you’re sure...” Lily sighed, handing her blindfold to Y/N. “It’s just one little kiss,” Y/N mumbled as she made her way onstage. So, maybe it’ll be Severus, maybe I’ll never know who my first kiss was. It’ll make a good story, though, Y/N told herself as she prepared for the next person in line, whoever it was, to come up.

Meanwhile, as soon as Y/N stepped onto the stage, Snape scoffed. “You’ve got to be kidding me,” he muttered, rolling his eyes and walking away- leaving one James Potter next in line. “Well that’s not my girlfriend,” he commented as Y/N took Lily’s position on the stage. “Hey, Padfoot,” James called to Sirius, who was beginning to wander away. “Hm?” Sirius asked, not taking his eyes off of the festival in front of him. “You wanna take this one mate?” James asked with a smirk. “Do I wanna what?” Sirius whipped his head over to see what James was talking about. “Well, I’d imagine it would be wrong, seeing as she isn’t my girlfriend, and extra wrong, seeing as my best mate is pining after her,” James gave Sirius a smug grin. “You know what, why not? Sure, I’ll give it a go,” Sirius decided, laying down a sickle and making his way up the steps to the stage.

Y/N could hear the person’s steps approaching her. “Hi,” she spoke up nervously. “I know you’re probably expecting Lily, but her throat got really dry, so she went to get some water really quick. I hope you don’t mind that I’m having to take her place,” she rambled. “And I’m sorry if I’m bad at this, I’ve never really kissed anyone before, and-“ Y/N knew she was procrastinating, but she wasn’t expecting the person to cut her off by gently grabbing her waist and pulling her into a kiss. Wow, okay. This isn’t so bad at all, Y/N thought to herself, it’s pretty nice. Not that I have anything to base it off of, but he’s a good kisser. A really good kisser. Wait a minute... something seems... familiar... Y/N’s heart started racing as they pulled away. She had to know who it was, so she pulled her blindfold off-even though it was against the rules. Y/N couldn’t conceal her surprise. “Sirius,” she breathed, unable to think of anything other than him. Sirius leaned down to kiss her again, and Y/N didn’t hesitate in kissing him back.

When they finally pulled away, Y/N and Sirius couldn’t help but stare at each other in awe for a moment. “I thought you were very selective when it comes to the women you kiss?” Y/N asked him, trying to hold back a smile. “I am. I paid a whole sickle and everything,” Sirius grinned. “A sickle? Is that what you think a kiss from me is worth?” Y/N teased. “I’m worth at least ten galleons,” she smiled. “At least,” Sirius agreed. He leaned down to kiss her once more, but realization hit Y/N and she pulled away quickly. “Oh my godric, Sirius,” she gasped. “We just did that in front of everyone.” Sirius looked over to the crowd watching in awe. “It appears we did,” he agreed. “Your brother is going to kill me,” Y/N told him. “We’ll take care of that later. Right now, just smile and take a bow,” Sirius replied, eyes flirting over to the crowd. Y/N nodded and the two of them turned and bowed. “I’ll meet you backstage,” Sirius said quietly just before Y/N made her way back to where Lily was waiting behind the curtain.

A/N: aaaaaaand the actual kissing booth is here! Feedback is always appreciated!

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svcnity · 5 years

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SOFIA CARSON —— well , if it isn’t EMMA VANTIY , the SLYTHERIN superstar . for those of you who don’t know her , you can spot them sitting with the other SEVENTH years . most people think that they’re LOYAL and AMBITIOUS , but they can also seem pretty DEVIOUS and CALLOUS . sometimes people call them the heel . sure , they’re a PUREBLOOD , but that doesn’t define them .

hellooo , my name is danvers , i’m 24 ( eww gross ) , and i’m in the pst timezone . i’m comin’ at cha with a darker muse ! i’ve played miss vanity before but i’m excited to develop her character -- maybe even bring out a softer side ? but alright , lets get this show on the road .

emma mariela vanity was the only child to edward & athelia vanity . for this reason alone , emma was taught to hold her head high and keep her back straight . everything about her childhood was luxury and appearances . there was little time for love and affection in a household so cold as the vanity’s .

so everything about her was immaculate . from the soft black curls that cascaded down her shoulders to the perfectly presented hem of her robes ; she was elegance and poise . everything a pureblood was supposed to be . more so , everything her father demanded she be . his voice unfailingly low and temperament final . she hated it right down to her core , but still , emma vanity glistened like a sapphire among poisoned apples , because that was what her parents surely were , poison.

she grew up to be the obedient daughter despite wanting to be everything but . her thoughts were a conundrum ; wishing to defy her fathers restrictions , but never quite having the deafening voice to . & with that , emma became accustomed to the frilly pureblood dinner parties the vanity’s would throw . was used to the way her parents would parade her around their friends like she was their prized possession ; polished and perfect . despite dreading such gatherings most of her adolescent life , emma became drawn to it and in time her families values were etched into her skin .

when her time at hogwarts came around , emma experienced her first sense of comradery . slytherin welcomed her with roars of applause and it was no surprise that she would belong to the house of salazar slytherin . life as a first year was painful , as she wanted so deeply to be kind , but was greeted with contradicting advice from older housemates . their influence was heavy and she had no choice but to conform . and so she found herself once again being put into a conundrum . however , this time she gave in .

flying was her escape . her quidditch robes and thick boots were her solace ; broom flying at such defining heights that no judgments could be heard . she did not have to conform or be whatever mirroring image the world expected from her . her love for the sport greatly showed as she became slytherins captain and prized chaser by her fourth year . it was no surprise really . with a voice as commanding as hers and fingers strong enough to clutch any quaffle being hurled in the air , she was given respect --- no , demanded it . it was her one and only love and she knew she was damn good at it .

emma was a diamond in a coal mine . students either avoided her like the plague or flocked around her in awe . she didn’t enjoy being crude and unfair to others , but it was what her housemates expected from her & appearances were everything to a vanity ; so her tongue was sharp and nails were even sharper . though she hopelessly tried to conceal her feelings , she could not mask her affections for the same sex . this secret was brought to light her fifth year after a drunken encounter with a vixen , but it was never a regret . tenderness and devotion is hard for the slytherin to come by and may never truly experience . her parents failed to show her what a healthy marriage looked like , so was it really her fault that she couldn’t imagine such�� a fate ? of course not .

emma’s personality is complicated . she's incredibly loyal to her slytherin housemates & to anyone else she's let inside her walls . yet to those unfortunate to be cast on the outside , she’s pretty cruel . like woah , she’s scary mean . most of it is just for show ( remember appearances are everything to her ) . deep deep down she still has that childlike glint in her eyes that begs to come out . and honestly , she feels a great deal of regret because of it . she was molded into this angry & callous girl . like , if you can imagine growing up and having everyone around you telling you to be this way and that , she just gave in . it was her self fulfilling prophecy and i lowkey cry about it .

character parallels : elektra ( daredevil ) , lany boggs ( she’s all that ) , sloane silver ( famous in love ) , ginny weasley ( book hp -- bc ginny is fierce & my fav ) , more to be added as i think of them !

#incantare:intro #took me 5ever but it's here !!#also i need to rewrite her connections page #but like this and i'll invade ur ims to plot ♡

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hogwartspirateradio · 5 years

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what are your predictions for this year's quidditch season based on your opinions of the captains alone?

Well dear listeners I’m going to give you exactly what you want, no plain boring ‘oh i think first, second, third, fourth’, we’re doing this properly. Emma’s going to take game one, no doubt about that, emerald will wipe the floor with scarlet.

Game two’s another easy one, Little Miss Allaire won’t be able to captain a team if her life depended on it so someone with a track record like Amelia will make short work of her attempt.

And if Élodie thinks her second time will be easier just because she’s facing her best friend, Emma, for game three then she’s got another thing coming. We’ve all heard how heated things can’t get between them when they’re friendly, what I wouldn’t give to be a fly on the fall for the aftermath.

Now I don’t know about the rest of you but does anyone else lose interest once we get to game four, I’d love for something interesting to happen so how about Amelia’s baby sister gets the snitch but James’ side wins? Should give Bones something to be proud of and appreciates Potter’s eye for talent. I mean what a side he’s put together, McKinnon and the youngest Crouch joining him on the quaffle and covering the bludgers; Black and the new boy with those eyes? If the competition wasn’t Vanity I’d say they’d be the favourite. At any case they’re definitely team eye candy.

Amelia’s luck will run dry though as there’s no chance for her against Emma, her only hope is if she’s willing to play a bit dirty with where she’s hitting those bludgers, but we all know she hasn’t got it in her.

And that brings us onto our grand finale, well not so grand is it? I mean the winner will already be decided and James is most likely in second place, Élodie has no chance of a place above last so that final game id all for show.

So final results according to Bertha, Vanity, Potter, Bones, Allaire - in that order.

Oh and if anyone wants to drop the new boy’s contact details in my submissions box, I would consider that a public service.

about: @cmma-vanity @i-solemnly-swear-a-lot @tbbamelia @allaircss

also mentions: @bvmblebcnes @marlenefights @elsiecrouch @bxwareofthxdog @tcmeraire

#petrificus.radio #bertha #emma vanity #james potter #amelia bones #élodie allaire #beatrice bones #marlene mckinnon #sirius black #jean luc allaire

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emmamorsmorde · 5 years

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Emma Persephone Vanity was born on a warm spring day on March 25th and is from Germany. She is cisfemale who identifies as heteromantic bisexual. She aligns herself with the Death Eaters but is a double agent for the Order of the Phoneix. She was arranged to Regulus. She currently doesn’t have a job and is living off her wealth.

Wand: 12 ½ inches Chestnut with Dragon Heartstring, unyielding

Patronus: Lion; able to cast

Knows: English / German

[ APPEARANCE ]

Standing at 5’2’’ and just over a hundred pounds, Emma is a small girl. She has pale skin and vibrant brown eyes and straight dark black hair that goes past her shoulder though with magic it’s usually in perfect braids. She has often been compared to a porcelain doll with how perfectly and composed she always looks and is often thought of as looking scary. She has light freckles on her nose and cheeks but they’re not very apparent at first glance.

Emma wears a lot of dresses and a lot of white and black, always something classic. She likes traditional wizard clothes but on occasion has worn muggle clothes. Her mother has a fashion line called Vanity that she often dresses in as well, very fashion oriented.

Emma is portrayed by Camila Mendes.

[ HER PARENTS ]

Otranto and Aphrodite were arranged earlier than most, with Aphrodite’s parents fearing that Aphrodite’s rebellious nature would get the better of her and she’d do something that she’d regret. Aphrodite was too tactical for that and Otranto and Aphrodite made fast friends and decided early on that they could cultivate a facade of them as two people who are in love which Otranto believed would further his advancement in Foreign Affairs, which it did, as he became Head of Foreign Affairs and Sports while Aphrodite created a very high fashion brand of clothing under the brand name, “Vanity.” So after getting over their disappoint of having a girl, they decided to raise her to be the perfect pureblood wife and lead her in the direction of being a prize any pureblood male would love to be arranged to.

[ CHILDHOOD / JAMES ]

Emma had always been one to follow the rules; even at a young age, rules weren’t questioned. She knew she should be seen and not heard and she tried her very best to appease her parents in any way that she could, and because of this, a few words of kindness that she could tell were true would go a long way to her. She learned all the ways to be a proper little girl, the ways she was expected to be a proper lady, and all the laws and traditions, making sure it was clear that she should listen to her parents but one day her husband would be her life. That seemed to be the only thing that mattered to her parents, so she became obsessed with trying to be able to control that in some way without directly asking her parents who she wanted. She decided she would try her hardest to impress everyone at balls and galas and that when she was finally in Hogwarts she would make sure that any guy would want her and she would marry the best last name to make her family (who she knew wished she were a boy) proud. She had read in books that love made this difficult, so she denounced it quickly and dismissed the concept, and that kept with her through her Hogwarts years. She was taken to foreign countries frequently but left alone and knew not to disturb her parents. She had private dance lessons, private tutors and learned a few instruments and even two other languages but never with other children. Her father would talk to her when she asked for another hobby, and then for however long it took to set up some arrangements for her (which was never long) or when she got him talking about Quidditch which she started to do in a vain attempt to gain attention from him which didn’t work very well but she quickly fell in love with it.

Her only friend was James Potter. Her parents didn’t exactly approve. The Potters came from a different kind of family but still pureblood and still had that sense of traditionalism and that was seen as acceptable.

She and James became fast friends but wouldn’t consider themselves friends at all because they were “arch enemies” or “rivals;” they were competitive and way too much. When she wasn’t with him she became that perfect little angel for her parents, proper and good but with him it was like you couldn’t get Emma to stay still. Chasing each other through the ballroom - trying to see how much milk one of them could chug - a blink and Emma was completely different.

[ HOGWARTS ]

James THRIVED in Gryffindor.

Emma, however, did not. She was very close to being very popular, but in her early years she lacked an off switch which was off putting, her voice was deemed annoyed, her know it all attitude too much and her traditionalism was lost on her young housemates. None of them cared that she could do a perfect waltz, or sing in three languages, or stitch a dress. They ignored her and it caused Emma a lot of tears. Talking to James was now impossible, her classmates already hated her and she knew it be worse if she was seen talking to the “enemy” that was Gryffindor she had no one. She’d write to him frequently and that’s how they stayed close.

Emma did get on the Quidditch team in her second year, and made Captain the third year. She was the first female Slytherin Captain in a long time and she finally felt herself coming out. She dove into this and her studies, she carried a playbook wherever she went, pouring into it and making her team practice endlessly. Her and James were able to speak again but it was like the old days with arguing and being competitive and even though she still wasn’t particularly liked, she was well respected because the Slytherin team was good and they kept winning with her. Emma decided that she didn’t need friends at all - she was just going to marry well and be the keeper for her favorite team.

Years progressed and she became the weird one from Slytherin. Usually thought of as cold, she and Severus almost became friends with how much others in their own house ignored them and teased them, but they never grew close, they just understood each other. Both liked to be left alone.

Whispers began in her year, and while Emma agreed that pureblood tradition should be upheld and that muggleborns shouldn’t erase that, she felt uneasy with what they were saying and how harsh they were. She began writing to James again, questioning, unsure if it was okay if she felt this way and that and he, as always, wrote back with an open mind. She was still unsure about her feelings.

Like a switch, everything changed when she came back the summer of 7th year. The Slytherin boys wouldn’t stop talking to her, everyone was a bit more careful with her and she became suspicious. It was too late for their niceties, she was over everyone and she had already felt wronged even though 11 year old her would have eaten this up. It became apparent that all of Emma’s teaching and grace made her an ideal candidate for marriage, and with how she attractive she seemed to have become, the guys were much more interested in her. She smiled, she did the dance, and she knew her parents would arrange her with someone and she would live through that marriage, but was praying for it not to be someone who was going to be heavily involved in the war effort. She would have dreams about marrying someone proper, having a kid with them and taking her baby and leaving. She played her part and got arranged to the best prospect any girl her age could- the only real heir of the black family, Regulus.

[ REGULUS ]

Her and Regulus got arranged and immediately things were being planned. She had signed the very large parcel that was delivered to her by two owls (because it was so heavy) about how important it was to be a Black, the sort of rituals and spells that Regulus would be allowed to put on her and of course all the rules she’d have to follow once she had married into the name. Emma was, for once, over joyed. Regulus was amazing and Emma always knew that she was going to be arranged and that she’d have to follow his command to the T and that didn’t bother her at all, she had been preparing for it her whole and his mother was even astonished at how many ancient cleaning spells she knew. ( They just don’t teach that at Hogwarts anymore, it’s a real shame she had said and Emma agreed. ) The amazing part was that Regulus was sweet and kind to her, he kind of always looked up to her as her Captain and getting married to him would have been perfect. He didn’t believe in the dark lord he told her one night in hushed tones and she agreed, he was the first person in Slytherin she told her feelings to and he would talk to her about how they should run away together once all of this was over and just how incredible nice it would be. Sure, they weren’t in love but they would have been happy and when Regulus died, Emma felt her life crumble around her, she slept for days, sometimes waking up to eat a little as her house elf Bitsy would come and feed her and luckily everyone had enough sense to leave her alone.

However because of all this drama, this made her free not to be married and still be in the dark lord’s ranks, the Black sisters consider her almost family and have given her a small manor in appreciation of what could have been. Knowing that the dark lord took away her future with Regulus however made her want to be in the order even more. So when Bellatrix welcomed her with open arms since she saw Emma as useful- she jumped at the chance.

[ HOW SHE FEELS ABOUT THE WAR ]

She really did enjoy being in Slytherin - she felt like it was a home. The common room was beautiful and comforting, she loved the green glow from the lake, the cozy place she was able to usually snag in the common room, her bed and dark green drapes. She felt like a Slytherin; she knew that the older Slytherins who were more wise tried to get her peers to play nicer and she knew that these were her people. At the same time she hated everyone in her whole house. She couldn’t stand that once she became pretty and they realized she had some value, they began being fake nice and acting like nothing happened over the past six years. She felt like an object or a pawn - but she didn’t want to be a pawn, she wanted to be a Queen. And while she thought pureblood traditions were important and should be upheld and she did want to be a housewife, she didn’t think this war was going right at all. They were killing people in the streets, they were using spells without consent to make wizards and witches do things they would be horrified to do for fun. If there was a purpose, she could understand the use of a unforgivable but they were being reckless and frankly undignified. The most confusing point was that they were killing purebloods - like the McKinnons - and vilifying others and the whole point was to keep pureblood sacred. She knew they were wrong, she knew she wanted to stop them but she couldn’t do it alone. She knew she had to do it slowly. She knew she had to be dignified. And she knew that the death eaters wouldn’t expect her.

#emmamorsmorde

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legatumrpg · 6 years

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full name: gwenog jones

age: twenty-six

gender and pronouns: ciswoman and she/her

blood status: pureblood

occupation: beater of the holyhead harpies

affiliation: the order

i n t r o d u c t i o n »

Never in your life have you gotten a free pass. You haven’t been waited on hand and foot, nor do you ask for something to be delivered to you on a silver platter, but rather you had to work for anything and everything you accomplished. You never doubt for a second that everything you worked towards was worth it and when people recognize your accomplishments, well, you are only human and that ego of yours inflates quite a bit. You cannot stand when you listen to those who try to critique you, they just don’t understand what you are capable of.

b i o g r a p h y »

The Jones had been happy once. A dynamic duo and a whimsical lot, Charles and Melissa spent their own parents’ fortunes early in their marriage. Filling their lives with big parties, big events and big items. They spent like yesterday’s expenses were a dream and tomorrow’s would never matter. Until all the galleons and the sickles disappeared and life was no longer a fantasy of marital bliss coupled with a very exciting but very expensive baby on the way. It was evident that the Jones were never the best planners.

Gwenog, their beautiful baby, was born with all her parent’s grace and their guilt.They taught her enough of the aristocratic airs but it was all with considerably less silverware. Gwenog would be better, they thought. As they moved out of their opulent house to a humble flat. She’d be more sensible. They would hope after a hard day’s work trying to make ends meet and out food on the table. It broke their heart to see her taking the cheap variants when they lavished on life’s finest but Gwenog always seemed to take it in stride. She had been born tough and always seemed to understand their advice. Have a goal. Have a plan. Work hard.So she did.

The young girl had been organised with everything she did. Gwenog would handle chores better than her mother and balance the books better than her father would by the time she was fifteen. Neither were natural gifts but the lessons her parents taught her were instilled. Have a goal. Have a plan. Then work as hard as possible at it.

She had always been brazen but it was at Hogwarts that she saw the full effects of it. You either loved her or hated Gwenog Jones but you couldn’t disrespect her. She was fire and brimstone, cool judgement and fiery temper. Many children laughed at her parent’s situation but she knew that those peers would probably have the same fate and always felt the need to tell them. She’d have a different destiny. A better one.

Everything changed when Gwenog picked up a broom. The excitement of levitating, the euphoria felt when the wind brushed past your hair and you swooped and slid from the trees. The astonishment on people’s faces when they saw you. She finally had a natural talent and Gwenog’s goal was to be the best in the world.

It was a lot of blood and sweat. Endless nights and early mornings of finding new routines and perfecting quality skills. Being a Beater fit her pusher personality and while some were horrified no one was surprised when she became captain, then picked by the Holyhead Harpies.

Next stop is world domination. People tell her that she’s an idol now. Kids come up to her and say they want to be her. Cameras are in her face. Her parents send flowers and she moves them into a nicer place. Perhaps everything would have been perfect if not for the looming threat of blood purists. Her kindness maybe underneath layers but when it shines it’s as bright as a phoenix. Their haughtiness has no basis, leaving a sour taste in Gwenog’s mouth -her conceit is based on merit and their’s based on something as random as blood type-and their injustice must be met with justice and Gwenog’s never been one to back away from a fight.

c o n n e c t i o n s »

evan rosier » A Slytherin and a Hufflepuff were never met to get along but for some reason or another, you found yourself intrigued by them. You put aside anything bad you had ever heard about them and instead spent time with them despite the warnings. Maybe it was wrong for you to do so because betrayal became a key element in this relationship. Now you wish only the worst for them.

emma vanity » Each of you has been playing for different Quidditch teams since Hogwarts. They were meant to be someone you fought hard to defeat out in the field, and you do. However, when you aren’t playing against their team, a surprising friendship sparked. You cannot help but admire them for more than just their skills. There is something else to them that caught your eye.

rita skeeter » At the sound of their name, annoyance boils in your blood. You have been on the wrong side of their gossip and that doesn’t suit you well. You are more than happy to fight fire with fire and any question that comes your way from them is meet with snide remarks and cruel accusations. You have no time for their little games.

Gwenog Jones is played by KYLIE BUNBURY and is TAKEN

#hp rp #harry potter rp #marauders rp #marauders era rp #skeleton rp #*#or #gwenogbio #gwenog jones #t

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EVENT 007: SLYTHERIN VS. RAVENCLAW

It’s freezing outside when the Hogwarts students make their way down to the Quidditch pitch. Every student around has on their warmest of winter clothing, and many are walking in groups so as to retain some warmth. There has been a blanket of darkness wrapped around Hogwarts ever since that fateful day in Hogsmeade, nearly two weeks ago. Dougal Wood, for one, was happy to have a bit of normalcy return to Hogwarts. His parents had returned home, classes would resume tomorrow, and it was time to do his most favorite thing: watch a game of Quidditch. While wrapping his scarf tightly around his neck, Dougal plops down behind the commentator microphone. He listens to the usual lecture from McGonagall, before taking his seat behind the commentator microphone. He looks around the stadium, smiles, and then opens his mouth to give the atmosphere a little cheer.

“Good afternoon, Hogwarts! Merlin, it’s cold outside today, isn’t it? Anyways, before we start the match, why is it that I never got a date to Professor Slughorn’s Christmas Party despite announcing it to the entire school over a microphone? I’m a catch, I swear! ---- Yes, Professor McGonagall, I’m starting right now. Today’s match pits the Slytherins against the Ravenclaws! It should be a good one, folks. Ah, look, the players are all flying out now, and there’s Professor Hooch coming with the quaffle. Haha, check out the look on Emma Vanity’s face. She looks ready to kill. Ah, Hooch has let the bludgers and the snitch out. Looks like we’re about to begin. Everyone, get ready. And, we’re off!”

“EDGAR BONES is the fastest of the bunch, and he rockets forward to snatch the quaffle from the air in a swift, one handed grab. However, he isn’t quick enough to escape from EMMA VANITY, who doesn’t seem to be in the mood to be polite today. She slams into BONES, quite forcefully, and snatches the quaffle right from his hands. He doesn’t look too happy about that. VANITY races up the pitch, it looks like she’s going to try to score! She’s getting closer. Ravenclaw Keeper BENJY FENWICK looks nervous. Folks, I told you. She looks ready to kill! VANITY’S in scoring position now and... WOW, did you all see that?! VANITY leaps from her broom and makes the first score of the game with an astounding Finbourgh Flick! That was some professional style flying. What a fantastic start to the game!”

“It seems JOSEPH MULCIBER is out on a warpath as well today — damn, it seems captain TALKALOT truly removed the leash on her hellhounds for this game. After what seems like a brief argument with his fellow beater about who’s taking the shot, MULCIBER gets his hands on a Bludger, the expression on his face absolutely mad. His swing seems filled with anger as well, and it is all aimed straight towards LUDO BAGMAN. Merlin’s tits, what did he do to deserve all that?! BUT WAIT — fortunately for him, BAGMAN is fast enough to dive out of the way, unfortunately for ANDROMEDA BLACK, she was right behind him. BLACK tumbles out of the sky, caught by her captain at the last possible second. She was placed back on her broom, but doesn’t seem to be doing to well. Taking advantage of the chaos in Slytherin, HESTIA JONES scores 10 points for her team.”

“I’ve just checked my watch and we’ve hit the hour mark for our game. The score is 70-40 to Slytherin, but so far, the snitch has been out of sight. Seekers LORCAN D’EATH and REGULUS BLACK must be getting bored. Right now, VANITY has the quaffle again, and she looks ready to throw it. She’s in position, and, OH SHIT! -- Sorry, Professor! -- But would you look at that, BONES has snatched the quaffle right from VANITY’S hands in a little payback from the beginning of the match. BONES races across the Pitch. He’s halfway there now-- is he going higher? BONES flies up into the air, and suddenly tosses the quaffle down to HESTIA JONES, who tosses it right past the Slytherin Keeper for a goal. What a well executed Porskoff Ploy that was! Let’s see... Ravenclaw has the quaffle again. It’s HOOKUM this time. You know, I asked her out and she was quite rude in how she told me no. She said-- Okay, okay, sorry Professor. Anyhow, HOOKUM scored. The score is now 70-60. Oh, look. HOOKUM has the quaffle once more. Another score from her, then. And, oh, she has the quaffle again. I guess that’s pretty impressive. I bet she can’t make another-- oh, she scored. Well, that puts the score at 70-70 even then. Looks like HOOKUM finally decided to stop being a quaffle hog, because BONES has the quaffle once again.”

“Holy Hagrid’s buttcrack — we are two and a half hours in and the teams have been tied at 120 points each for the last twenty minutes. Both teams have put up a strong defense, the chasers are unable to get through on either side. C’mon, where’s the excitement? Oh wait, here’s AMYCUS CARROW, who has his hands on a bludger — some of the Ravenclaws look worried, but he has his focus towards, OH NO! The bludger flies towards a distracted ALEXEI KRUM, which has alternate GILDEROY LOCKHART looking a little too excited, but wait — KRUM pulls off a magnificent Sloth Grip Roll with a grin on his face, narrowly avoiding what would’ve been a nasty injury. We don’t get any time to recover from that beautiful move, because here’s captain LUDO BAGMAN with the second bludger, it flies all the way across the field, hitting captain of the opposing team, LUCINDA TALKALOT, straight in the chest. TALKALOT doubles over in pain and seems to be in need of medical attention. Luckily, Madam Pomfrey is there fast. Ravenclaw uses the loss of their opponents captain well, with HESTIA JONES and EDGAR BONES — heh, that rhymes — swooping over the Slytherins, passing the quaffle between them, and BONES taking the winning shot towards the hoops!”

“Four hours in now, with both teams locked in at 200-200. We might have to camp out here, if the snitch isn’t found soon! As it is, I’ve really got to take a wizz, so I’m going to let my friend here take over the microphone.”

“Hello, Quidditch fans! In case you don’t recognize my voice, my name is Pinky Parkinson, and I’ll be your announcer until Dougal finishes in the loo! Let’s see... what is happening... Hm, I think ANDROMEDA has the quaffle now. She’s doing really well, don’t you think, still playing after that injury she got earlier! Oh, look! There’s ALEXEI! It looks like he’s hitting a bludger at someone. He really is so good at Quidditch, isn’t he! Alexei is good at a lot of thing, including dancing. We danced together at the Christmas Ball, and-- Oh, Merlin, AMYCUS just got hit by a bludger! Ugh, I think his finger looks crooked. Anyways, Alexei was such a great dancer. He obviously had some lessons. Oh, LUDO is waving at me! Hey, LUDO! Oh, wait, he’s not waving at me-- he’s... well I’m not sure what he’s doing, but now the Ravenclaw Chasers are doing something weird. DAISY and HESTIA look like they’re trying to distract the Keeper, and -- oh my God, whose corgi is this? I love corgis! Her name is Shelly? Oh, she’s just adorable. Is this Dougal’s dog? I can’t believe he has such a well trained---- oh, someone scored again! Ravenclaw must have done something cool, because the stands are going wild, and -- Oh, Dougal! You’re back!”

“Thank you, Pinky, I’m sure that was lovely — now back to the action! Slytherin captain LUCINDA TALKALOT is still out of the game, but that doesn’t seem to be holding back her teammates. Beaters MULCIBER and CARROW have stopped their lover’s quarrel and are now working together to take out Ravenclaw’s chasers, their first bludger hits poor HESTIA JONES right in her shoulder — yikes! That looks dislocated! JONES fell off her broom, but luckily she was close to the ground. CARROW doesn’t give them any time to recover, and whilst KRUM and BAGMAN struggle for what to do, the next bludger goes straight for DAISY HOOKUM’s head. It collides and with a hard crack, HOOKUM seems to be knocked out — now I would be more upset about that, but she was really rude to me and — yes. Sorry Professor McGonagall. Ahem. DAISY HOOKUM seems to be laying unconscious on the ground now, her broom broken. Whilst CARROW seems to be cackling loudly, MULCIBER goes for their final target. He nearly dodges a bludger sent his direction with what was a wonderfully executed Dopplebeater Defense from KRUM and BAGMAN, but instead of catching it, he decides to hit EDGAR BONES in the head with his bat instead, who is now also, unconscious. Hooch is quick to call the foul, but with JONES just barely having climbed back on her broom with a dislocated shoulder, it’s no surprise that she misses her penalty shot.”

“Five hours into the game now. Merlin, this is a long one by Hogwarts standards. Anyhow, the score is 320-260 to Slytherin. JONES has the quaffle, but things are looking bleak. Her fellow Chasers, BONES and HOOKUM have just returned to the field, but they’re so far behind now that it’s looking like the snitch is their only chance! BAGMAN looks mighty anxious over there, but both VANITY and BLACK seem to have smiles on their faces. Don’t get too confident now, ladies, the game isn’t finished yet! Oh, JONES just tried to make a score, but its easily blocked by the Slytherins. Just in time, too, because it looks like TALKALOT is making it back onto the pitch. Still, no sign of the Snitch. Again, I wonder how LORCAN D’EATH and REGULUS BLACK are holding up.”

“We are at almost 6 hours now, and man — I might have to ask Pinky to make a return if we go on for much longer. The Ravenclaws, despite their chasers returning, are not doing all too well. Whilst the beaters are trying to make their way through Slytherin’s defense, it remains strong, only broken by TALKALOT, VANITY and BLACK flying out in their Hawkshead Attacking Formation to score some points. Whilst BAGMAN looks on with an expression of pure despair, they score a whopping EIGHT times. It seems that only LORCAN D’EATH can save Ravenclaw now. Let me grab some binoculars to see what in seven hells is going on up there! HOLY COW — they are going fast! REGULUS BLACK and LORCAN D’EATH are zooming across the sky, both diving down trying to go for the Golden Snitch. Bludgers are being sent in their direction, but they’re too focused to notice. Merlin and Morgana, they’re going at top speed! Players lower in the air have almost stopped moving to watch what is going on. D’EATH and BLACK are narrowing in, both their arms outstretched and — did D’EATH just hiss? Whatever it did, BLACK was obviously startled. D’EATH inches closer, and closer and — YES! LORCAN D’EATH catches the Snitch! Ravenclaw wins! By ten points! That was insane!”

FINAL SCORE: 410 Ravenclaw - 400 Slytherin

GOALS: Emma Vanity (19), Andromeda Black (12), Lucinda Talkalot (9), Edgar Bones (18), Hestia Jones (15), Daisy Hookum (8)

FOULS: Ludovic Bagman (4), Alexei Krum (2), Daisy Hookum (1), Amycus Carrow (5), Joseph Mulciber (3)

INJURIES: Andromeda Black (hit with a bludger to the stomach), Lucinda Talkalot (knocked off of her broom with a bludger to the chest), Hestia Jones (dislocated shoulder), Edgar Bones (knocked unconscious with a bludger to the head), Daisy Hookum (knocked unconscious with a bludger to the head)

As much as it pains my heart to say this, CONGRATS RAVENCLAW! After the attack in Hogsmeade, there won’t be much room to have a proper victory party, but Ludo Bagman is holding a little shindig in their common room anyway. Curfew has been extended with two hours just like the previous game, so students can calm down and/or celebrate! Here are some quick notes on the event and concerning posts:

You can post starters or create threads before, during or after the game.

You will be allowed to create threads (so that means both replying to starters and creating your own) for this event until SUNDAY, MARCH 4TH at 11:59PM EST.

Please tag your starters with both MORSMORDRE STARTER and MMRP EVENT007.

The IN-GAME DATE is JANUARY 15TH, 1978 (the family members have left in the morning) and any threads created after it finishes it can be from JANUARY 16TH until JANUARY 31ST.

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vcnityemma-blog · 6 years

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Emma was careful in picking what she wanted. She selected the hand-bound book of plants and their healing properties from the shelf, long since left to collect dust. She blew gently on the spine of the book before placing it in her bag. She glanced over her shoulder, a smile spreading across her lips at the sight of her son and her daughter. They were both hers, though she’d only birthed Luzia. Her step-son was just as much her own.

She couldn’t help but pause in her need to collect belongings from the old Vanity house. Luzia. It was her mother’s middle name, but it fit her precious daughter so well. Light of the day. There was no one who could brighten her day more than her daughter. Just the sound of her laughter was enough to lift Emma’s spirits.

Emma had taken to celebrating her children. Their work was displayed proudly in their home. She boasted of their talents, of their unique gifts. She was careful to encourage them to explore, to find their own passions. She scanned the floor where Luzia was playing, noting that she’d taken to stories of grand adventures. She was a water bug, her little light. She noticed Elliot as well, his interest in Quidditch rivaled her own, and she could forgive him for not being a Harpy fan, if only because the way he seemed to come to life whenever he talked about the Fighting Irish.

She turned when the door opened, a frown settling across her lips at the sight of her father. He wasn’t due to be home. She had hoped to gather the things she’d wanted and leave before he knew she’d stopped by. She hadn’t brought the children to meet him more than twice. She doubted he even remembered their names.

“Emma. What are you doing here?” He asked, eyeing her, though his attention had turned to her children without a passing second.

Emma moved to stand between them. “Collecting a few things. We won’t be long.” She reassured, expecting her father to leave. It caught her off guard when he didn’t. A smile spread across his lips.

“There’s no need to rush, Emma. I wanted to speak with you anyway, you’ve made quite a name for yourself, haven’t--”

Emma didn’t wait for him to finish. “No. Elliot, take Luzia and go get your father. We’re leaving.” She instructed, making sure her voice was firm. She eyed her son as he lifted Luzia from the ground, leaving behind the little sailboat she’d been pushing around the floor. He’d left his sports magazine as well. Emma made a mental note to grab both before she followed suit.

Laurent narrowed his eyes. “You may be an adult now Emma but you--”

“Have every right to interrupt you.” Emma finished. “I’m not playing this game. You heard of my promotion and now you think you can use that to your advantage. I am not a piece for you to move around at your will and to your benefit. I have other people to consider now, and I’ll be damned if you think you’re going to move them around too.”

Laurent closed the distance between them, “Don’t be ridiculous! I’ve not moved you about at will like a chess piece. Everything I’ve done for you, it was to get you here. I made you.” He hissed.

Emma laughed, a bitter, angry laugh. “You did nothing! You abandoned me. You never noticed me. The only time you paid any attention was when it made you look good to your colleagues. You weren’t there. I had to figure it all out myself. But now, now that I’ve finally reached your expectations, you’re ready to pay attention.”

“Well it’s too late. You could have had the most loyal daughter in the world. You did. I would have done anything for you. But you didn’t care enough to pay attention.” She shook her head. “I’m leaving, and I’m taking Elliot and Luzia with me. But you’re right, papa. You did make me. You made me self-reliant. You made me grow up really quickly. You made me realize that I don’t need you to get by in this world. You made it so I had to teach myself everything. Madame Linwood at the pottery supply store knows me better than you do, you know? But that’s alright. You not noticing gave me the opportunity to meet her.”

Emma moved as she spoke, collecting a few more books. She bent down to pick up the magazine and the sail boat. “You made me realize how important it is to notice people. You’ve made me a better mother. I know Luzia. I know Elliot. And not just because one day they’ll grow up to do great things, but because they deserve to be noticed.”

“I deserved to be noticed.” She shrugged her shoulders, “I deserved better than you.” And with that she walked from the family room, the sound of Luzia’s laughter bringing a smile to her lips despite the silent tears that had left her eyes somewhere along the way.

She scooped the little toddler into her arms, laughing softly as tiny fingers moved to wipe tears away. “You’re sad, mummy.” She pointed out. Emma shook her head, “No my love, I’m very, very happy.” She bent her head, pressing her lips to Luzia’s forehead. “Lets go home.” She nodded to Elliot, and her husband, a silent understanding passing between the two adults. She didn’t miss the concern on his face, didn’t miss the way he moved to put his arm around not only her, but Elliot and Luzia too, pulling the three of them toward his side as they headed for the door.

#( idk what this is. )#( future drabble i guess? )#( not all slytherins. development. )

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