training montage

Where? Hogsmade

Who? Open

Emmeline, as always, was experimenting and that lead her wand to break. She didn’t really know which one in the row that would that be. She didn’t want to call herself careless but it happened to many times for her own good.

She also really and truly needed a cup of coffee but that will need to wait. Repairing her wand was more important than that, unfortunately. She entered the little shop, not really looking around.

“Hi, I would need my wand repair. Again.”

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 Emma  was  waiting  as  she  had  been  for  several  minutes  in  the  little  wand  shop  that  had  sprung  up  in  Hogsmeade.  They  needed  one  in  the  villiage  now  more  than  ever  it  seemed.  Hogsmeade  was  becoming  its  own  little  Wizarding  country  in  a  way,  cutting  itself  off  from  the  rest  of  the  wizarding  world  because  it  was  so  dangerous  to  step  outside.  

 She  turned,  half  suspicious  for  a  second  when  somebody  else  came  inside.  But  after  a  moment  she  smiled  a  welcoming  smile.  "They're  in  the  back."  She  explained.  "Trying  to  sort  out  training  wands  for  some  of  the  little  ones  up  at  the  castle  who  are  too  young  to  start  classes  yet.  They  tend  to  get  jealous  when  they  see  the  older  children  practicing  magic,  and  they  can't  do  anything  yet.  I'm  sure  if  you  wait  a  minute  or  two  they'll  be  able  to  tend  to  your  wand."  

 the  vigil  was  beautiful  with  the  twinkling  lights  that  came  from  candles  and  wand  reflecting  off  the  pure  white  snow  that  had  only  just  begun  to  be  trampled  underfoot  by  hogwarts'  many  residents.  emma  spent  most  of  the  night  gripping  her  brothers  hand  tightly,  not  wanting  to  let  him  go.  but  a  certain  time  came  when  she  knew  she  had  to  go  and  do  her  rounds  and  make  sure  the  castle  was  still  secure.  so  she  had  disappeared  from  the  solemn  activities  of  the  night  to  do  her  section  of  the  patrol.

 no  sign  of  danger,  but  you  could  never  be  too  careful.  

 emma  is  cold  again  when  she  gets  back  to  the  castle  and  finds  that  everybody  who  has  lingered  has  gone  inside  to  eat  the  food  that  albus  dumbledore  is  offering  to  them.  she  follows  and  tries  to  find  a  familiar  face  before  she  takes  a  seat.  "how  are  you  holding  up?"  is  the  question  she  asks,  though  it  seems  like  everybody  is  asking  that  tonight.

Severus & Open January 20, 1984 - The Great Hall, early morning

“Do you mind?” Severus didn’t bother looking up from the textbook he was scrawling notes across. Dogeared pages and scribbles in the margins had taken over the potions book he snagged a copy of. Too many musings and adaptations to instructions and not enough time to test his theories. That notion was precisely what left him downing several mugs of early grey and looking as though he hadn’t taken the time to get a good look at his reflection.

“You are blocking my light,” He added and kept his gaze on his work. It wouldn’t have been that big of a deal if it weren’t for having gone out of his way to find a spot where the light from outdoors hit just right.

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"and  you  are  scaring  the  children."  emma  explains,  with  a  click  of  her  fingers  toward  the  rest  of  the  great  hall.  severus  did  seem  to  have  that  effect  on  the  younger  ones  who  liked  to  come  up  with  grand  tales  about  him.

she  indulges  him  in  stepping  out  of  the  light  and  skirting  around  the  section  of  table  he  has  made  his  home  today.  she  sits  on  the  very  edge  of  a  seat  and  glances  at  his  notes  and  scribbling.  emma  makes  a  thoughful  and  curious  sound.  "you're  wasted  here  you  know?  you  could  probably  make  millions  selling  potions."  

"tonks!"  she  calls  out  when  she  sees  the  form  of  him  take  shape  across  the  snow.  emma  has  had  her  eye  out  for  the  herbologist  all  day,  a  plan  on  her  mind  brewing  all  the  while.  she  feels  a  flush  of  excitement  as  she  sees  him  now,  although  she  can't  say  that  she  knows  him  very  well.  "hold  on  a  second!"  

there  is  a  moment  where  emma  is  rushing  to  catch  up  with  him,  offering  him  a  bashful  smile  when  she  reaches  his  side.  the  nip  of  the  freezing  air  is  starting  to  dig  into  her  cheeks,  and  she  doesn't  think  to  stop  and  cast  a  warming  charm.  she'll  discover  her  own  magic  later,  when  she  is  giving  herself  a  moment  to  think.  "sorry  to  keep  you,  really.  i  was  just  talking  to  pomfrey  and  she  mentioned  something  she  could  make  –  subtle,  mind  you  –  to  send  to  those  muggles  who  got  burned  last  night.  to  help  with  the  injuries.  she  thought  you  might  be  able  to  help  with  that?  something  about  herbs  that  can  help  with  burns."  

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