cherry wine.

Fuck- all of them. At once. But really, if I had to choose, Lily.Marry- Emmeline, because she challenges me and I need someone like that around. Don’t tell her that though. Kiss- Alice, because she’s sweet and the sweet ones are always interesting.

Amelia clasped her thighs, slowly rising from her seat as a bearded man extended his arm and offered a large brown paper bag. “Thanks,” she murmured, letting the sickles drain from her palm onto the counter. As she pushed open the door, her ears were met with piercing screams. A small child held her hand up, pointing to the night sky. 

“No! Sweetheart, don’t look!” a mother shouted, covering her daughters eyes and lifting her in her arms to quickly Disapparate. The remaining bodies were rushing to seek shelter, though most the small shops shut their doors on them. Amelia glanced in the westerly direction, towards the hidden sea, and that’s when she saw it. Green and glittering in the distant night sky: the Dark Mark. 

The bag slipped from her arm, a bottle shattering. In a crack she was standing outside her home, the door having been blasted off its hinges. She drew her wand and showed no hesitation upon entering the home. Two figures stood in the living room doorway. “Stupefy!” she called, hitting one in the back. The other turned, a rope of green light missing her by a mere hair. 

A blast sent the coffee table into shreds, a piece of wood lacing Amelia’s right cheek. The force slammed her into the wall and she immediately brandished her wand as she delivered several curses. One soared and hit the taller one squarely in the chest, directly over his heart. The figure froze, crumbling to the ground. The other seemed to stand still for a moment and Amelia took the moment to corner him. The man blocked each spell, but the efforts were proving to grow difficult and as one grazed his cheek he immediately disappeared in a tunnel of black smoke. 

“Emmeline,” she breathed, clutching tightly to her shoulder which had been dislocated in the fight. The open door allowed a bitter wind to tremble stray photos and parchments which had been thrown upon the floor. She preceded through the room before collapsing on her knees at the side of her best friend. A completely broken and defeated Amelia fell completely to the ground, tugging the small arms of Emmeline so she lay across her lap. Her breathing was faint, eyes rolling up to the stars. 

She opened her mouth and it was clear she was trying to speak, but her jaw quickly clenched. 

Amelia was all too familiar with death. With Emmeline’s state she knew there was nothing more to do but hold her. The brunette rose her lips to display bloody teeth, “Will you stay with me?” Amelia quickly nodded, her chest tightening. She leaned down and pressed a kiss to her forehead, lingering there for a while. 

“Make it stop,” her small voice whimpered. Amelia sat frozen, fully aware of the request being asked. 

“Emme …" 

"It’s okay." 

For a long while the two sat, Amelia refusing to move. "It’s going to be so beautiful,” she hummed, “you’ll get to see them all. You’ll be so happy.” She wasn’t quite sure who she was trying to reassure in that moment, but during this she took the time to wield her wand. “They’re all waiting. You’ll see Lily. And Gideon and Fabian. Marlene, Dorcas … they’re all there,” she murmured weakly, eyes swollen with tears. “And Edgar. Edgar will be there,” Amelia breathed, slowly settling her wand against Emmeline’s chest. “I — I love you, Emme,” she managed with a final silent sob. 

Emmeline.

F’course. I’m in love with the chocolate pie Twinkle makes. And the sound of laughter that erupts from my dorm when Emmeline is off on one of her tangents. And Edgar intoxicated - Merlin, have you witnessed that? I mean, of course, who hasn’t. As for what I assume is being referred to? Nah. The rest of that makes up for it. 

♥ your muse suprises my muse with a kiss

Didn’t know what this would be…

Who knew how Remus had gotten to where he was at that moment? He was perched quite comfortably in front of the bonfire, watching the flames grasp at the night sky, with one arm easily draped around Emmeline. It seemed so natural, so easy, which made him wonder all the more why it hadn’t happened before? Why was Remus always so tightly wound about affection, unable to enjoy someone’s company without pushing them away? Sure, he knew the answer, but he didn’t want to hear it at the moment, and so he pushed it far from his mind. One of the reasons he did drink was to forget about those things and let go of those tight reigns once in awhile. And it wasn’t often that those instances allowed him a small bit of alone time with a girl: instead, he was usually surrounded by his friends. But there he was, lanky arm draped over Emmeline’s shoulder, while holding her hand, like it was an everyday thing. Like he didn’t have to think about it.

But I knew I didn’t see

His eyes drifted towards the sky, searching through the constellations. Funny, how drinking brought random facts into his mind. His left hand pointed upwards, nudging Emme with his shoulder.

“Know what’s funny? That star, that one right there,” he instructed, glancing over to make sure she was following, “that’s Sirius. And that one there,” pointing again, "that’s Bellatrix. You ever wonder why that family is so uppity? It 'cause they’re quite literally stars, pretty much the whole family. Not me. I was named for a bloke that got abandoned at birth, and raised by a wolf and a woodpecker until some poor couple decided to take him and his brother in. Well, until his twin killed him. Lucky me, eh?”

What you thought you saw in me.

He heard Emmeline giggle, and turned to look at her. “What, it’s true!” He insisted, not quite sure what she could be laughing at. But Emme was looking at him, too, and the realization dawned of just how close their faces were at that moment. Even more surprising, as they sat frozen, looking at one another with small smiles still present, Emmeline leaned forward and pressed her lips sweetly against his. Time stopped for a moment, and everything else just faded away, until Emme pulled back slightly, resting her forehead against his.

Damn my situation and the games I have to play       with all the things caught in my mind. Damn my education - I can’t find the words to say       with all the things caught in my mind. And I wanna be there when you’re coming down.       And I wanna be there when you hit the ground.

Sleeping. LAUGHING. Laughing with friends loudly and without a care. Not avoiding my friends. Sleeping in my dorm. Feeling like a Gryffindor and not like a fake. Not feeling like I’m living a double life. Sleeping throughout the night. Hugs. Alice’s laugh. Mary’s love for lemon cakes. Emmeline all around. Challenging the Prewett twin to races. My first muggle book that got burned by my mother after I bought it. Who I used to be. Everything. The way a real smile felt on my face. The feeling of smoking being a want not a need. 

“Who says I was missing anyone?”

Nah, life’s too short for that, right? Not asking Emmeline to the ball. Taking advantage of the time I had with my mum while she was still around. Not protecting Amelia more from dear ol’ dad.

Send “✉” for a *note* that wasn’t sent. 

[note] I think we should hang out sometime. The two of us. Alone. Well, together alone. Alone together. scribbles

Send “⁇” for a drunk *note*

[note] you should come see the stairs stairs stars, they’re all shooting everywhere or maybe its all everything is spinning but damn its beutiful beautiful

RJL

Send “ø” for a late night *note*

[note] Coffee after class tomorrow? I’d like to talk with you

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EMMEEEEEEEEEtoo many e’ss?Come drink!!! Edgar’s here not here okay???? aMOSSSSSSS

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Quick study sesh?I made flashcards. They’re really good. I know we both prefer studying alone, but this is an oral exam you know. I know you don’t have prefect duty. I also know you’re awake because I’m awake and we’re practically the same person. Okay, meet in the common room in 5.Kind regards,Amos Jay Diggory

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Dear Readers,

Though not my typical story, it has come to my attention that a fellow student here at Hogwarts has recently lost both parents after a terrible run in with Dark Magic. This article, verses typical articles of Human Interest here at the Gazette, will be in homage to Emmeline Vance and her dear parents.

After speaking personally with Miss Vance, I have decided it may be best if I just exclude her comments because they would be highly inappropriate to put on display for the entirety of the student body, mind you, some of which are age eleven. The long and short of it remains, Emmeline Vance may not, at this time, be the best source of information during this intense time of grieving in her own life so, I went to those who know the witch rather well.

After a talk with Bellamy Ardenwood, he told me that Emmeline’s parents babysat him in his youth, as they both grew up in the same general vicinity. Ardenwood further stated that “the Vances were sort of snooty people, always going on about how they felt about things without really thinking about how it might effect others.” After my encounter with the Vance, I can definitely find truth in this claim. I’m sure, despite their shortcomings, the Vances were lovely people. The way they died was utterly horrific, in my opinion.

Moriarty Gustavo informed me that the death of the Vances was no shock whatsoever, as, they had many run ins with dark wizards and witches in their time. Their death was the result of a massive attack of dogs, controlled by dark magic. Apparently, it was really quite gruesome, so I have left out the photographic evidence. But, if you would like to see it, please stop by the Ravenclaw common room, after class hours. Ask for Miss Skeeter.

Please send your birthday and Christmas wishes Miss Vance through these dificult times, and beware of all dogs! They will definitely harm you dear readers.

My parents murdered yours and if there’s anything in the world I can do, anything, to make it up to you, I will. I swear on my life —-

Please save me, you’re the only person I trust to do so —- 

You deserve a better friend than me, this is why I’ve stopped talking to you. This is why you’ve found me passed out by the lake. This is why I’ve stopped. My parents murdered your parents, and – I’m so sorry – I miss firewhiskey chocolates. I miss you. I’m terrible. I’m no better than any of them. Tell Alice I’m sorry. Tell Mary I’m sorry and Fabian. I am so sorry. I have to do this. Know the reason I’m not your friend anymore has nothing to do with you, and everything to do with me — 

I’m so sorry for your loss, it’s my fault, it’s my fault, this is all my fau –

SEND ME A ☯ IF YOU SHIP OUR MUSES

Emmeline has a great arse, it’s been the star of many of my dreams.

None, that would require thinking about her.

That’s the joke of the day, aint it?