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these were the moments she appreciated -- the quietness of Appleby, sitting cross legged a few yards away from her house, the breeze rustling the rather unkept grass, something she should have probably taken care of early in the morning, but it had been the last thing on her mind till she sat down and waited. her dress fluttering with the wind, she was nearly bouncing with excitement -- her mum had ushered her out of the house, her energy was more distracting than productive as she took care of lunch. it was only a matter of time till rabastan got here - this was the longest they had been apart since they had starter their wild journey. from his last letter -- he had found a place with longbottom, eagerly waiting for her input and as far as she was concerned - as long as it wasn’t the lestrange manor, she had no complaints. 

the smile that tugged at his lips was OBNOXIOUSLY BRIGHT -- insufferable at best, “hey buddy -- i’ve been looking for you” grinning as he clutched his own bottle tightly, he was allowed some fun for the night and as long as he was reprimanding the younger years - it couldn’t be so BAD , right? this was by far the most tipsy he had been in quite some time -- 

she had been looking everywhere for him -- she was LIVID, the type of anger that was crippling to her heart because despite it, worry weaselled its way into her heart at the thought of the state of him, but she couldn’t ignore mary macdonald’ cry for help. even if their was RAGE directed at her, she was right -- she was accountable, wasn’t she? he was still her responsibility in a way ---

she couldn’t HIDE from him any longer -- it had only been three days of silence and yet it was killing her, he had been so scarce -- she had been so sure that after the fight that he’d seek her out, but he didn’t. she couldn’t help but wonder who was actually avoiding who. his words had wounded her PRIDE and her anger was a reflection of her own guilt, and the disappointment that he would ever think that she’d be the one to leave. she always thought that he would. 

emmeline had never been someone who can simply ignore impending doom -- that quiet voice in her head never really allowed her to live in DENIAL -- so she did what could and faced it head on, or at least she was trying -- she had owled him, they had too much to talk about for her to ignore it and continue on in her happy little bubble. that’s what had her in the quidditch pitch well after curfew - besides it being their spot, this was the only place that she could be guaranteed PRIVACY -- with the season over, no one was out here late, “hello corvus--” frail smile tugging at her lips as she watched him, “didn’t interrupt anything, did i?” 

she stood outside his common room -- foot tapping away nervously as she waited for him. she was filled with quiet dread, the kind that tended to manifest when he wasn’t in front of her -- seeing him made it better. it calmed the worry that was built up in her head and perhaps it was the fear that if she parted from him too long, that he would be left to his own thoughts -- helplessness was a dangerous thing. it was kind of feeling that came with longing -- longing for something that was familiar and for him that could very much be his brother. the last thing she had wanted was to do rounds with aveline and leave him alone, but the last thing she needed was aveline allaire on her case - not when they were just fine.

emmeline vance was properly BUZZED -- sitting down on the plush green armchair, she rested her head against the cushion as she watched the crowds for the man of the hour -- maybe she had a bit too much to drink, it was supposed to help with the nerves and being surrounded by a house she wasn’t necessarily close with - maybe she was a tad shy.