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Fully clothed: Severus (They are colleagues. She needs a good non-awkward relationship with her potioneer.)

Underwear: Mary (She and Mary can be adults about it on opposite sides of the bed.)

Look, Dorcas has to learn to consider a situation before reacting on instinct. Emmeline will hand her as many bad beans as it takes to be a fairly harmless way to learn.

She and Benjy have the vibes for a prank if it’s the right prank and she’s in the right mood.

💋 - hug, cuddle, kiss

Hug Fabian (he needs it)

Cuddle Remus (he needs it)

Kiss Isla (just for funsies)

🍪 - make cookies for, make a five-course meal for, burn all their food

Cookies for Frank

Meal for Lily (as thanks for her occasional healing work)

Emmeline wasn’t a warrior. She didn’t go out into battle or hold the front lines. She stayed behind, ready to step in the moment something needed her. Emmeline was nearly useless in a fight. How she’d even been connected to the Order, she didn’t know, and the logical part of her brain assumed they must have a leak somewhere. Probably one of those purebloods still happily snuggled up with their traditional families. She wondered if they’d attacked her themself or let someone else do the work--someone who had left a gaping hole in her side that she knew pressing her hands down over wouldn’t magically heal it.

Emmeline couldn’t sneer that much about purebloods, though, not when she managed to stumble out of the fireplace, blinking against the dark spots filling her vision, and gasped out, “Bran. Find Bran.” 

She was distantly aware of being levitated into another room, although Emmeline didn’t necessarily see any of it happen. She was sliding toward the dark, toward the warmth that was an absence of pain. The only thing pulling her back was a hand against her face, somehow rough and gentle as the same time as it forced her to angle straight ahead. Emmeline managed to focus enough to make out Bran’s face in front of hers.

“You’re not allowed to die,” Bran said, far too matter-of-fact and demanding for Emmeline’s current state but so perfectly her.

Emmeline pressed her lips together, willing herself not to swear. “For the last time, you are not getting up out of this bed, and I will restrain you if I have to.”

“But I’m fine,” Benjy insisted, trying to hide a wince as he shifted and put weight on his left arm. “I know I overdid it a little bit, but I’m fine!”

“A little bit?” Emmeline jabbed her finger at him. She felt a bit like a scolding mother, and wasn’t that an odd feeling? “You dislocated your shoulder and put a new fracture in your hip bone. That is not a little bit!”

Benjy had the decency to hang his head, but he didn’t look ready to give up. “A little Skelegro, and I’ll be good as new.”

☼ How does your character usually dress in daily life?

Under her robes, Emmeline tends to dress what she would consider fairly simple. She dresses primarily in neutral and earth colors. She wears lots of sweaters and over-sized items. She’s not afraid of formfitting things, though, and will wear things like jumpsuits or tight-waisted pants.

✍ How does your character usually dress when going to work/school?

🚦 - be stuck in an elevator with, be stuck in traffic with, be stuck in the apocalypse with

Elevator: Dorcas (seems the least likely to result in injury)

Traffic: Peter (they could probably chat long enough to fill that time and both are even tempered enough to handle the frustration)

Coffee: Peter 

Dinner: Benjy