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𝐥𝐮𝐩𝐢𝐧,  𝐑𝐄𝐌𝐔𝐒.

          fortunately, remus never had to go through a breakup, so he couldn’t relate to the crying girl that emma was consoling as he walked up. but he could tell that emma was crying out for help, and he offered her a small smile. “emma!” he called out as if he had just seen her as he came jogging up, pretending to be in an emergency. “goodness, i finally found you,” he started. “slughorn’s been looking for you for ages, he says that he has some major slytherin business that he needs to go over with you.” it was a lame excuse, and he didn’t really know what else he could offer to get her away from the third year. 

𝐯𝐚𝐧𝐢𝐭𝐲,  𝐄𝐌𝐌𝐀.

          𝐈𝐓 𝐖𝐀𝐒 𝐀𝐋𝐋  emma  could  do  to  hide  the  wave  of  relief  that  washed  over  her.  she  leapt  to  her  feet,  barely  sparing  the  third  year  a  second  glance.   “   ——   well,  that  sounds  important.  you’d  better  bring  me  to  him.   ”   a  little  stilted,  perhaps,  but  emma  never  claimed  to  be  a  good  liar.  as  soon  as  they  were  around  the  corner  from  the  third  year,  emma  closed  her  eyes  in  gratitude,  exhaling  through  her  nose.   “   ——   MERLIN,  i  can’t  thank  you  enough.   ”

#﹙ *☆ ┆ 𝑙𝑎𝑦𝑒𝑟𝑠 𝑜𝑓 𝑠𝑖𝑙𝑒𝑛𝑐𝑒 𝑢𝑝𝑜𝑛 𝑠𝑖𝑙𝑒𝑛𝑐𝑒 — threads ! ﹚ #﹙ *☆ ┆ thr: remus lupin ! ﹚

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𝐛𝐨𝐧𝐞𝐬,  𝐀𝐌𝐄𝐋𝐈𝐀.

Amelia would have laughed as she watched Emma Vanity’s attempt at comforting someone, if it weren’t for the poor girl sobbing loudly. She gave in to her instinct to intervene as the Slytherin looked at her for help. Walking over quickly, she put an arm around the girl’s shoulders. Amelia offered the girl some less traumatizing advice, and kept her arm around her until she’d stopped sobbing. She gave her directions to the kitchen, sending her off to get some hot chocolate and be doted on by the house elves. When the girl had finally left, Amelia turned to Emma. “Really?” she asked, “Were you raised by wolves?”

𝐯𝐚𝐧𝐢𝐭𝐲,  𝐄𝐌𝐌𝐀.

               𝐄𝐌𝐌𝐀 𝐃𝐔𝐒𝐓𝐄𝐃 𝐎𝐅𝐅  her  knees,  standing  from  where  she  had  been  sitting  beside  the  third  year.   “   ——   i  was  just  being  HONEST.  if  she  couldn’t  handle  it,  not  my  problem.   ”   she  folded  her  arms,  supremely  unaffected  by  the  other  girl’s  disapproval.   “   ——   she’s  not  going  to  care  about  any  of  this  a  few  years  from  now.   ”

#﹙ *☆ ┆ 𝑙𝑎𝑦𝑒𝑟𝑠 𝑜𝑓 𝑠𝑖𝑙𝑒𝑛𝑐𝑒 𝑢𝑝𝑜𝑛 𝑠𝑖𝑙𝑒𝑛𝑐𝑒 — threads ! ﹚ #﹙ *☆ ┆ thr: amelia bones ! ﹚

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               𝐄𝐌𝐌𝐀 𝐕𝐀𝐍𝐈𝐓𝐘 𝐊𝐍𝐄𝐖  how  to  do  a  lot  of  things.  she  knew  how  to  curtsey  and  how  to  walk  down  a  staircase  with  posture  straight  as  a  pin.  she  knew  how  to  perform  a  flawless  d’orazio  dive  and  steal  the  quaffle  from  the  opposing  team.  what  she  didn’t  know  how  to  do,  however,  was  how  to  comfort  a  sobbing  thirteen  year  old  girl  who  had  just  gone  through  her  first  breakup,  to  which  emma,  unfortunately,  had  borne  witness.   “   ——   when  you  think  about  it,  it’s  really  not  THAT  big  of  a  deal.  you’ll  probably  go  through  several  more  breakups  before  you  settle  down  with  someone,  ”  she  pointed  out  logically,  which  only  caused  the  third  year  to  cry  even  harder.  emma  winced,  glancing  with  wide  eyes  towards  the  only  other  person  in  the  vicinity  in  a  silent  plea  for  help.

#sac:starter #bruh idek

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𝐬𝐤𝐞𝐞𝐭𝐞𝐫,  𝐑𝐈𝐓𝐀.

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Prefect duty, there wasn’t anything quite like it; Rita would see things that, had she not been a prefect, she might never have seen, which worked just fine for her – she got the exclusive, Hogwarts After Dark. She kept her notebook tucked safely in her pocket, as well as a quill, both were just in case. 

She flitted up and down the corridors, disappointed, only passing the occasional ghost that, when it saw her, floated away. They’d tell anyone who listened what they’d heard going on around the castle, except if that person happened to be Rita Skeeter. She’d just have to ask Myrtle later. But, at the sound of actual footsteps, there seemed to be an extra pep in her step, as she went to meet whomever’s feet were making the racket. 

As she turned the corner, her mouth twisted into a candy-sweet smile and she instantly gravitated towards them, “Well,” She said, with over-exaggerated condescension, “What are you doing out and about?”  

𝐯𝐚𝐧𝐢𝐭𝐲,  𝐄𝐌𝐌𝐀.

               𝐄𝐌𝐌𝐀 𝐑𝐄𝐂𝐎𝐆𝐍𝐈𝐙𝐄𝐃 𝐓𝐇𝐄  sugar-sweet  tones  of  her  housemate  almost  immediately,  and  she  turned  to  face  her  coolly.   “   ——   quidditch  practice  ran  late,  rita.  you’ll  be  thanking  me  once  we  defeat  gryffindor  in  the  next  match.   ”   she  gestured  towards  the  bag  of  quidditch  robes  slung  over  her  shoulder.

#﹙ *☆ ┆ 𝑙𝑎𝑦𝑒𝑟𝑠 𝑜𝑓 𝑠𝑖𝑙𝑒𝑛𝑐𝑒 𝑢𝑝𝑜𝑛 𝑠𝑖𝑙𝑒𝑛𝑐𝑒 — threads ! ﹚ #﹙ *☆ ┆ thr: rita skeeter ! ﹚

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is that NATASHA LIU BORDIZZO wearing that SLYTHERIN scarf ? no, it appears to be EMMA VANITY who happens to be a SEVENTH year and a PUREBLOOD !! SHE is CISFEMALE, and i heard they’re AMBITIOUS and PRAGMATIC, but might also seem SELF-SERVING and CYNICAL. they appear to be leaning towards the side of NEUTRAL, but this is a conversation we should be having somewhere else.

aesthetic: the smell of broom varnish, fog on cold mornings, hair carefully pinned up, nimble fingers dancing across ivory piano keys, muscles burning under stiffly starched dresses, the way the world looks lit by lightning, a fine-toothed silver comb, black coffee, always being the first one awake

okay so ! emma is the only child of an arranged marriage. her parents, angeline zhao and frederick vanity, were never in love, nor did they pretend they were. to them, their marriage was a business deal, born of duty instead of love.

a more prudent couple would have had more children in hopes of having a son, but emma’s mother refused. she had already gone through a difficult pregnancy, and she was not fond of the idea of a flock of children running around her house. one was perfectly enough.

she was raised on the importance of tradition and duty, taught manners and modesty, etiquette and eloquence. she never even thought of a life outside of the one that was planned for her, and why should she ? it was the life her parents lived, the life their parents lived, a life where she’d be cared for and provided for

emma always liked things neat and organized. as a child, she always wanted to know exactly what was going to happen – the itinerary for the day, exactly where they were going and when. having everything planned out calms her.   

she’s quiet, reserved, solitary. but she’s always observing and listening and absorbing

she really is not one to show strong emotion, preferring to keep everything compartmentalized inside her. she likes both her surroundings and her emotions to be neatly organized.

she’s always known she’ll have an arranged marriage, but she’s never minded much. that’s one more thing all sorted out ahead of time. 

however, she is still fiercely independent ! her thoughts and opinions are hers alone, and she isn’t afraid to say what she thinks. although she’s accepted the pureblood life her parents raised her for, that’s her willing choice. she doesn’t let anyone tell her what to do.

honestly, emma is the image of a proper pureblood woman – except for her love for quidditch. on the pitch, all bets are off. she loves the adrenaline rush she gets, the bitter competition, the strategy of the game. her parents aren’t super thrilled about it, but they allow it since she goes along with everything else.

her pet peeve is people who are irrational and impulsive and create unnecessary drama. emma hates drama. she prefers things to be simple and to the point, without any added frills. she’s always honest, to the point of being blunt

very realistic and pragmatic, bordering on cynical

good with finances and managing her money, even though her parents are fairly wealthy so she doesn’t really need to be.

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I will never apologize for the truth.

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#﹙ *☆ ┆ 𝑙𝑎𝑦𝑒𝑟𝑠 𝑜𝑓 𝑠𝑖𝑙𝑒𝑛𝑐𝑒 𝑢𝑝𝑜𝑛 𝑠𝑖𝑙𝑒𝑛𝑐𝑒 — insp ! ﹚

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#﹙ *☆ ┆ 𝑙𝑎𝑦𝑒𝑟𝑠 𝑜𝑓 𝑠𝑖𝑙𝑒𝑛𝑐𝑒 𝑢𝑝𝑜𝑛 𝑠𝑖𝑙𝑒𝑛𝑐𝑒 — insp ! ﹚