Emma Vanity

“ whiskey, hmm ?? you’ve found the quickest way to my heart, vanity, “ regulus mused, snatching the bottle from emma’s hand in one deft movement. “ the day had seemed long, almost e t e r n a l in comparison to the fleeting days that had previously seemed to have dominion. it was paradoxical, really, how it seemed in the moment time s t r e t c h e d unbearably on, but afterword the days, months, years, all seemed ephemeral; gone too soon. an effervescent personality taking form in one emma vanity seemed to be an adequate enough DISTRACTION from it all. “ drinking so early in the day ?? it’s unbecoming. what would the good society folk say ?? “ 

Emma gave Regulus a cheeky grin as he took the bottle from her hands. “I usually know the way to a mans heart. Its one of my many talents.” She smirked, leaning back against the couch and getting comfortable. Em always did enjoy the other students who could have fun like she did. Throughout the years, she was know as either a wild child or the extremely competitive Slytherin Quidditch captain. It was typically one or the other, and right now she felt like enjoying herself. “Oh Regulus, its hardly early. Im always so prim and proper. Every once and a while a deserve to indulge and have a bit of fun, no?” Her green eyes held a mischievous glint. 

rita cast a look at her watch, giving it a dramatic tap for added flair. “oh, emma, it’s hardly 10 o’clock. no one drinks before eleven… well, unless they’ve got something going on.” a perfectly plucked eyebrow arched. “trouble in paradise? — you know, i’m a great listener.” the statement was equal parts truthful and deceitful. where emma was concerned, rita’s lips were practically ironclad, but what was the harm if a few insignificant details were to slip?

Emma couldnt help but roll her eyes at her dramatics. “I’m only going to have a little bit. Its never too early or late for a good bottle of Whiskey if i do say so myself.” She smirked, shaking the bottle once again and giving her a look. “There’s no trouble, Rita. I just want to share my daily whiskey with a friend. Come on, drink up!”

FRANK SWALLOWED QUIETLY, sipping on the glass of orange juice he had pawned off a rather friendly house elf, who just wanted him to stop lounging around in the kitchens. He had finished the majority of his studies, revising with Lily and Narcissa in the library, breakfast with Alice and countless other things. His eyebrows raised, laugh spilling from his lips at Emma’s blunt attitude. “What’s in it for me? An afternoon of fun, lazing around and drinking Whiskey? You know me so well.” He faked a swoon, palm pressing to the glass of the Whiskey bottle.

Emma continued to shake the bottle as she waited for the other to take it. Of course she could never drink this entire bottle of whiskey by herself as she had Quidditch practice for her team, but she was always good at quality control. “What in it for you?” The Vanity asked with a raised eyebrow and a scoff. “An afternoon of fun, lazing around and drinking whiskey with the one and only, Emma Vanity of course.” She spoke smoothly, giving the other a wink.

“I’ve been offered two drinks in one day– must mean the end is near or something.” Arthur chuckled with a nod.

“Or it means you like a fun time while you’re drunk. My offer still stands.” Emma shook the bottle once again.

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“It’s midday and your plan is to get guttered?” Rod spoke, his furrowed brows framing his eyes as he butted away the moving bottle. “More students are caught than not these days - and I suppose we need our Captain.” That was about the level of concern she would receive; any decisions made after Rod’s ‘final word’ so-to-speak were all her own.

Emma rolled her eyes delicately. “Oh, Rod. Dont be a poor sport. Im not going to get guttered. That is why i asked for you to join me.” She smiled innocently before shaking her head. “I have never been caught before. You’ll still have your captain by the end of the night. Promise.” The Slytherin smiled before she let out a small sigh. “Are you really going to let all this fantastic whiskey go to waste? Come on, just a sip.” She held the bottle out once again.

So Im Britt! I finally made a proper intro, woo! Here’s my competitive baby. She’s the Slytherin quidditch captain and beater, so she doesnt mess around. I also have a connection page that i will be updating when connections come to mind, so give it a look HERE! Sorry for the way it looks. Ill try to edit my theme soon.