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the unwelcome mutant
Emmeline Essex (@hqessex)
8th October. Evening
O'DONAHUES Bar
Riley was no stranger to most New York city bars or clubs, the man liked to have fun, sue him. The only difference was that tonight it was still relatively early into the evening and his partner had yet to arrive home from work, so Riley made a decision out of boredom, he would go out, have a drink or two and then go home to spend the rest of the evening with the one he loved. It was supposed to be a pretty chill night, but that all changed when a very recognizable woman walked in, sitting beside him at the bar and ordering her drink, not noticing him in the slightest, but Riley could not help but look at her before speaking with disdain. “Fucking unbelievable”
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When: 15 May 1980
Where: Three Broomsticks
Who: Amelia + @vanceofmyheart
“What the hell’s this song about?” Music was getting wilder and wilder the more time went on and the more marijuana kept being passed around. Her eyes narrowed towards the jukebox.
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When: 13 April 1980
Where: WixBurger
Where: Amos + @vanceofmyheart
“It’s true, on your birthday you get one of these puppies for free.” He slurped through a neon pink straw, sipping up a malted vanilla milkshake. It definitely wasn’t his birthday and wouldn’t be for another couple of weeks. He just wanted the attention.
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WHO: Amelia & @emmvxnce
WHEN: February 4th, 1980
WHERE: An alleyway outside of the Daily Prophet
It had been some time since Emmeline and Amelia had been occupying the same space. Both women had been quite close with one another during their school years, so close that Amelia had even called Emmeline a best friend at one point. A difference in career choices had pulled them away from one another but, even then, they had somehow been able to hold onto whatever spark of magic they had left in their relationship. It wasn’t until they both became aware of the other’s status in the Order that the bickering seemed to begin. Their disagreements and little spats wouldn’t have been noticeable to an outsider but there was definitely more tension in their relationship and it seemed to be getting worse as time marched on.
Today, it seemed, that murky, irritating tension might reach some sort of breaking point. The two women had been saddled with the assignment to somehow recruit Rita Skeeter. Amelia was very doubtful that the woman would hear them out and knew that she needed to be approached delicately. Despite being a horrible gossip, her writings were very much in favor of their cause. Perhaps, the woman had a heart after all, but that was neither here nor there if they couldn’t get in the same room with the journalist.
“Emmeline...We can’t just lurk out here forever.” Amelia hissed, her voice a harsh and irritable whisper. They had been there for almost two hours. Lurking in an alleyway seemed like a half-baked idea anyway. If Skeeter didn’t think they were Death Eaters, she would probably think these two woman lurking outside of her workplace were crazed fans come to carry her away. “I told you we should have just made an appointment with her...Somewhere private...She’s going to think we’re a couple of nutters.”
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Shouldn't wander where the hemlock grows || Emma and Emmeline
The bottle of firewhiskey clasped in a cold hand, the drizzle just starting to come down and leave the ground slippery and treacherous in it's wake. Emma made her way across the grounds, wrapping her cloak for tightly around her small frame. The world seemed dark and grey, as if those were the only colours left, except for the hints of green in the forest she was just now reaching. It was only once reaching the privacy and, as strange as it was to say, safety of the forest, she lit her wand.
"Lumos."
And it was then that she started to search around in the darkness, for her friend. Her friend who she wasn't entirely sure she wanted to meet out here anyway.
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