emmett

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“em..” the smaller bones child was not prone to confrontation. and yet, around emmett, that’s all that she seemed capable of. “you know i have to ask..”

“Yes, I’m betrothed again. So what? That doesn’t mean I’ve changed my mind about going pro.” 

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his face twitched as he stifled a laugh, not because he thought it was funny, but because he couldn’t believe how ridiculous the words had sounded coming from her mouth. he tried to make a semi casual conversation with her, the way they could tolerate for a moment but given recent events he wasn’t as capable lately. “merlin that’s the biggest concern of yours?” emmett slides his hands over his face before looking her dead in the eye, “what if i tell you that i’m being asked to get marked, hm? that my father was on the other side of school grounds begging us to recruit more people. that the only thing saving me from condemning myself to that fate is a single friend.” 

she hadn’t meant to disturb him but “the hufflepuff table is a bit crowded, but i’m sorry, you looked — pensive, don’t let me interrupt.” she said quickly, burying her mouth in a cup of coffee and trying to avoid the stricken look on his face despite her burning curiosity, it wasn’t her business.

emmett sat at the ravenclaw table in the great hall, spinning his prefect pin between his thumb and middle finger. he had no reason for it to be, but his head was cloudy, full of thoughts that couldn’t seem to rain out. he had just turned eighteen, which should’ve been relieving, he was free of his parents after this. but when he thought about life after hogwarts he was faced with the reality that there’s still the beginnings of a war waiting for them. maybe he had an advantage, everyone believing he was on one side while really supporting another, but staying unmarked. that mark, the one thing he thought that might make his parents proud of him, make them think he’s worth more than a passing glance, because everything else had done was not enough. 

“lets just move this –” he muttered, with a quick wave of his wand – their room was as clean as it was going to get, holding the rather large cupcake in his hand, he made quick work with stabbing the candle on, “incendio” he mumbled, pleased with the flame that grew. the last thing they needed was another house fire. 

as far as he was aware the boy was coming back from a pitch, brows raised as the door knob turned, “HAPPY BIRTHDAY” smile widening as his sights were set on the birthday boy, “don’t even fucking start – we’re doing this!”

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          pretending that she hasn’t just been scanning the crowd for emmett’s face throughout the duration of the party so far has proven harder than millicent had initially thought, the difficulty level only increasing as she accepts shot after shot as they’re passed to her. they’re celebrating a huge win, after all. “ emmett! ” she shoots up from her seat at first sight of his head above the crowd, making her way towards him through her fellow students with elbows pointed outwards. all but launching herself at him per a spider monkey, she grasps onto his biceps with a death grip. “ big win. ” she notes quickly, beaming up at him with a grin of gargantuan proportions. 

—— one can’t function without the other  frank longbottom, rabastan lestrange, amycus carrow, and emmett selwyn

running with all of my brothers

i always wondered how far we could go

if we could  B R E A K  though the ceiling above us 

there’d be no point of us looking below 

we could be free

of course. of course it would be emmett that had found her. her luck truly seemed to be running out these days. head and heart pounding, she let’s her head fall back onto the wall behind her. “no. i feel sick and worse than before.” she admits, eyes closed to avoid his gaze. drinking had been an attempt to escape, to forget. she couldn’t even think straight. “i’m an idiot, em.” everything was so vivid in her memory, emmett, river, reginald. she’d promised herself she wouldn’t do this again… yet here she was, acting an absolute fool and having the stumble to show for it. 

a soft chuckle left him, partnered with shaking his head at her state. whoever she was with clearly didn’t realize how little she could actually drink and let her go back alone. he was glad it was at least him who found her. without really saying anything, he went over to her and wrapped an arm around her waist, carrying most of her weight for her. he’d only ever seen her mad at him, or frowning about the common room and he couldn’t help but feel like it was his fault, this new form of coping included. “let’s get you back to the common room, yeah? how much did you have to drink?”

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if there was one thing amelia bones truly wanted. it was to fit in. and with the assistance of a… not so good intentioned ellie, the drinks had just kept coming. it was late, the castle was cold, and everything was beginning to look the same. what hope did she really have of making it back to the common room? footsteps. groaning softly, she couldn’t even begin to care if it was a prefect looming around the corner. “hello?”

the truth was, emmett didn’t hate being a prefect. it was cool he got to do it with millicent, but what made it even better was the little bit of leeway it gave him. sure he had to do rounds from time to time, but he could extend his curfew a little bit and no one could say much of anything. in this instance, with the match coming up emmett had taken up a spot in the room of requirement, essentially going over the plays ellie made on a large chalk board and eventually laying on the ground, tossing up a quaffle and catching it over and over again. when he finally had enough, he decided to get up and head back to the ravenclaw tower. heavy footsteps rang through the hall on his way back, someone who had for sure been drinking the night away. the voice that called out made him sigh, stopping momentarily before he brought her into his line of view. “had fun tonight?”

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He could hear the chatting and it was annoying the shit out of him. But he didn’t want to say anything, he didn’t want to explode on whoever it was. Because they didn’t deserve it, didn’t deserve his precious time and energy. Running a hand down his face, he frowned when someone sat down next to him and when he saw who it was he tensed up.

IT STILL ANNOYED HIM that to this day, younger years had yet to learn that there were just certain areas of the library you didn’t talk in and decided to be loud throughout the entire place. The one spot that was seemingly the most quiet though, happened to be unfortunately next to one Lucius Malfoy. Taking his bag and his book, he sat down next to him, not saying anything at first. Once he noticed the other was just as tense as him, he spoke, not glancing up. “Don’t worry, I didn’t come to talk.”

millicent disengages one of her arms from under his body after a few seconds of earnest effort, bringing her hand up to run her fingers through his hair a bit. “ just for fun. ” she admits, the shrug implied. staring up at the domed ceiling of ravenclaw tower, millicent smiles at emmett’s description of his encounter with dolores. “ i had another disagreement with madeline fawley. ” she huffs, brow furrowing to reflect the confusion that still lingers long after the head girl had stormed away from her. “ sometimes i forget how blunt i can sound, em. i think i may have actually wounded her ego. or made her feel like she was insignificant in my shadow. or like she didn’t deserve head girl. ” though she joked with her fellow students constantly, millicent would agonize over putting her foot in her mouth for weeks after such an incident –– this conversation with madeline was all that she could think about. 

millicent never had to prod emmett for details. if he wanted to share what was going on in his mind, he would –– and milli was happy with that as it was. with his body directly on top of hers, she can all but feel the tension melt out of his muscles. “ a history of magic. ” she admits, gesturing to the thick hardcover book on the floor. she shakes her head in response to his question, deciding that she’ll shove him off as soon as it gets marginally harder to breath than it already was.  “ where were you? ” it wasn’t often that the two ravenclaws weren’t attached at the hip, so his whereabouts are a mystery milli is always interested in.  

“i think it’s 5′3 actually.” dolores had never wanted to be average in anything but if she was honest, this would be the one place where she would have accepted it. “are you quite finished? although i never expect much from you creativity wise, this is just pathetic. the height jokes over and over again, do you have an original idea in that empty skull of yours?” it seemed like some cruel irony that he was in ravenclaw but she had met her fairshare of dumb ravenclaws who were only in there because they thought outside of the box - whatever that meant. “magic that belongs to magical bloodlines. period. end of sentence.”

finn found himself needing to escape everyone and everything. he was surrounded by people yet his thoughts kept drifting elsewhere. the memories of recent events kept replaying in his mind – his horrendous face. the antagonizing pain of having his skin inked with his mark. the proud, satisfied look on cormic avery’s face. eva’s smile. her waking finn in the morning so he wouldn’t be late for school. her making finn dinner after treating his wounds. the neighbourhood kids, the boys he once called friends. eva’s empty room and the little note she’d left; it was all finn had left of her. truth is, he didn’t have the strength to resent her or his mum any longer. he didn’t care if what his dad said about muggles and muggleborns was true ( it most certainly wasn’t, no; not when mary macdoland existed ). 

the slytherin walked around the premises aimlessly for a few moments, until his feet took him to the shore of the black lake. it was almost midnight and the sky was clear; bright starts twinkling and the moon illuminating the water. everything was so calm – the calm before a storm, perhaps. finn took out a cigarette and brought it up to his lips, inhaling the smoke before his hand reached into the inside of his robes, bringing out a flask and taking a sip out of it. it was merely a moment later when he heard footsteps approaching, interrupting his string of thoughts & sulking process. “ out of all the brooding spots, you had to choose this one? really? “ the avery spoke. turning around, his gaze fell on the figure approaching but couldn’t quite yet recognize them in the dark.

EMMETT HAD THE TINIEST BIT OF GIVE in his curfew all thanks to the prefect badge he donned from time to time. he never cared to use it to get away with much, but after his rounds were done for the night, he thought to go looking for a familiar face that was seemingly a bit dreadful. there were only a few places that emmett knew finn could be and after watching him sulk around the halls earlier that day he concluded he might be getting a bit of air. a smile made it’s way to his face when he spoke, even though he couldn’t see it yet. as he grew closer, emmett spoke up, “i chose this one because i knew you’d be here.” once he was by his side, he took the cigarette from finn’s hand, taking a drag of it before handing it back with a smile. “isn’t brooding usually more of a sitting thing or did i catch you before that started?