#emmedora

Pandora: lying face down on Evans bed complaining about Emmeline

Regulus: lying face down on his bed whining about James

Evan: *sitting on Barty's lap* gay people amiright

Barty: totally, anyway, mio bello*-

Emmedora: Emmeline Vance/Pandora Rosier

Wolfstar: Sirius Black/Remus Lupin

NobleFlower: Narcissa Black/Alice Fortescue

QuillKiller: Bellatrix Black/Rita Skeeter

MaryLily: Mary Macdonald/Lily Evans

Rosekiller: Evan Rosier/Barty Crouch Jr.

Fic 1

Fic 2

they’re both trans girls and they both love pink

they also loved the barbie movie

@sapphicmicrofics

Pairing: Pandora Lovegood/Emmeline Vance

Wordcount: 296

Pinning the cloth is wizard slang for getting married, I saw it in a post last year and decided to steal it.

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It was the night before her wedding, and Pandora De Montmorency(Soon to be Lovegood) was sitting inside her dark kitchen, drinking chamomile tea. The waxing moon shone from outside the window above the sink.

She heard soft footsteps behind her, and looked over her shoulder.

Emmeline was padding toward her.

Pandora sipped her tea, whilst Emmeline clambered onto a chair.

“Pandora—I, it’s really the big day tomorrow, isn’t it?” Said Emmeline.

“Yes, Emmeline. I’d have thought you’d remembered, seeing as it’s been the only thing on your mind for months,” replied Pandora.

“Pandora, I’m just worried, for us, what’s going to happen after you pin the cloth to that lunatic?” Whispered Emmeline, placing a tentative kiss on Pandora’s forehead.

Pandora looked away.

“Nothing’s going to happen to us, it’s not that uncommon for purebloods to have lovers outside of their marriages, no one would care. And that ‘lunatic’ is still my friend, even if I’d rather not marry him,” said Pandora, getting up to leave.

Emmeline grabbed her hand.

“Pandora, please—don’t marry him, I couldn’t live with it—” Pandora jerked her hand away from Emmeline before she could finish her sentence, and ran down to her potions laboratory.

She rested her arm against the wall, and took in several breaths.

She would continue working on her potion until her mother and bridesmaids came, she had to finish as soon as possible. Fertility issues didn’t run in her family, so she would likely be pregnant soon, and she couldn’t pass her affiliation to her child. She’d hate herself if she did.

Slivers of moonlight danced on the floor, coming through from a small window on the east facing wall.