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Post by Emmeline Vance on Oct 25, 2009 13:28:42 GMT -5
If she were a smoker, this would have been her time to light up and take the edge off. Hogwarts was, much to her dismay, the same as it had always been: full of prats and pigs. Ticked off? You could sure as hell say that she was.
Normally, Rita Skeeter wouldn't bother her all that much. Hell, even Em was convinced that she had gotten over that worm's need to blacklist anyone and everyone who personally badmouthed the author once (or maybe more times than could be counted on fingers and toes) before. Today's newsletter, however, had crossed a fine line that Rita had been wary to not step over since that indicent two years ago. It seemed that Hogwarts' gossip queen needed to be re-taught a lesson.
Angrily, she crumpled up the copy of Rita's newsletter she'd been holding in her hand and threw it to the ground. Em was on the front page today, which was rare in and of itself, so she really should have known that today would have been a bad day. Bad was perhaps the understatement of the year.
Emmeline Vance, Ravenclaw's bitch extrodrinaire, was spotted canoodling with none other than the famous Remus Lupin (that's right, the Marauder!) in the library. He didn't seem at all interested when she tried to play coy and lean in to tell him something because, let's face it, this girl's as ugly as a troll!
Good going, Remus! Keep your standards up!
The worst part about it was that there was a picture. Rita had obviously twisted it to get what she wanted out of it, but the explanation was quite clear.
One, there was no canoodling whatsoever. Emmeline didn't have time for canoodling. She'd just gone over to see if Remus could lend her some of his ink because she'd run out, and he decided to tell a joke before she left so, naturally, she laughed! It wasn't a flirty laugh, and there was no "leaning in close" whatsoever. Rita Skeeter, you will wake up with a messed up face.
Still, as much as she'd hate to admit it, the insults did still get to her. No one liked to be called "ugly as a troll" or "bitch extrodinaire," but Rita didn't care about what her subjects liked so much as what she liked to get out of them.
So she stuffed her hands into her Ravenclaw sweater and shuffled along the edge of the lake. A walk in the fresh air ought to get her mind off things, at least to the point where she wouldn't murder Skeeter on sight.
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Post by Gideon Prewett on Oct 27, 2009 20:47:41 GMT -5
Gideon picked up the latest edition of Rita's gossip rag. And it was a rag, written by a horrible person, but that didn't make it any less important. People could live and die by the words in its pages, and not knowing what it said was just as bad as being the new topic of discussion. But Gideon wasn't much for gossip if it wasn't about himself, and he hadn't done anything very noteworthy in awhile, so he just skimmed the headlines. He almost missed the one about Em.
Almost.
He doubled back and read the article. He had to force down a laugh. It was a little bit impossible for him to believe that Emmeline Vance, of all creatures, would be caught with someone in anything more serious than a handshake. Even if the guy in question was a Marauder. Gideon was very confident at his own skills, and so the fact that he hadn't been able to affect that cold heart made him certain that nobdy could.
Gideon was always extremely confident like that. Still, it was an intriguing thought. Gideon folded the paper up, and stuck it in his back pocket. He'd read it later, in more detail, so he could accurately tease Vance about it. That would be fun. Em was certainly an entertaining person to tease sometimes. Not because she took it lying down, but because she could hold her own which was much more amusing. And Gideon liked irking his cocaptain, even though the reprecusions weren't always pretty.
Gideon was actually in a good mood today, however. If he had been in a more suspicious mood, he would think that Em was really interested in Remus. There was always that one flaw in Gideon's confidence- the Marauders. There were just so many of them that they outnumbered Gideon before he could even tie his shoelaces. Of course, if Gideon was being completely honest, he resented them a little bit because they got to wear lions on their chests instead of eagles. But Gideon was appreciating the beautiful autumn day, and so he didn't mind it one bit.
Actually, it was a gorgeous day, Gideon thought to himself. He picked up his sweater and a pack of cigarettes and started to head outside. Unlike probably most of his house, he thought the day was too nice to be left sitting inside, studying all the time. As he got outside, he headed towards the Black Lake. Maybe he'd run a few laps around it, compensating for the whole smoking thing. As he headed out there, however, he saw a very familiar figure. Emmeline Vance. This was too good to pass up.
"So, when's the wedding?" he teased her as he trotted up to her side, barely hiding the grin on his face.
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Post by Emmeline Vance on Oct 27, 2009 21:08:23 GMT -5
Peaceful walks around the lake were supposed to be relaxing and mentally liberating. They were supposed to involve solitude and delight in simple things. It was what people used to get away from all the problems they faced in day to day life...not come face-to-face with them.
Oh, she recognized that voice alright. Her instincts were telling her to turn around and smack the hell out of him for daring to interrupt her but, oddly enough, that article had brought a rare emotion straight to the front of Emmeline's psyche: defeat. While she would not physically harm him, however, she was going to be more than content to verbally abuse him until he felt just as shitty as she did. Yeah, she was out for blood today.
For a second, she paused. And then she took a deep breath, turning around rather slowly to face the offender as he approached. Didn't he know that cigarettes could cut into his game eventually? Merlin, but she wasn't here to lecture him. Actually, she was probably one of the few people he spoke to on a semi-daliy basis that had never before lectured him to quit. Something about her being civil, having common courtesy and allowing people to have their guilty pleasures and what-have-you. Yet enough of that rant about something she would do nothing about: it was time to crush this scumbag.
Looks could kill. They could, honestly. Well, no, but they could come very, very close. Emmeline was currently coming very, very close to murdering Gideon Prewett.
And then she came up with a satisfactory response for her (current) worst enemy. "Haven't you heard? I'm pregnant, so we're eloping after we graduate. I'm surprised you never heard me sneaking him up into the Ravenclaw tower." He could handle her sarcasm, she knew, which was probably what annoyed her the most about him: he never seemed to get genuinely cross with her, though he got his desired effects out quite easily.
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Post by Gideon Prewett on Oct 29, 2009 15:49:43 GMT -5
Gideon covered his mouth to hide a chuckle when he saw Em's face. There- that was the the reaction he was looking for. It was the simple things that made the day so much brighter, wasn't it? It was probably horrible for his relationship with her, considering they had to work together this year, at least on the Quidditch team. But then again, the two of them had never been on very good terms before this. All the more proof that Em was an alien, though- otherwise, she would have come onto him a long time ago, right? It would be a natural relationship, really- same year, same house. Except for the fact that they hated each other's guts.
He raised an eyebrow dangerously high. Gideon had learned never to expect anything out of Em, that she was nowhere near predictable, but somehow he had not been expected that. He had expected her to freak out on him, vehemently protest any type of relationship between her and the Gryffindor. The sarcasm coming from her mouth wasn't foreign, of course, but it was certainly odd. In Gideon's experience, the two reasons people used sarcasm were either they were completely annoyed or they were trying to deflect their answers. Gideon was mostly sure that it was the first. It just couldn't be the second. That would mean that the world was turned upside down and inside out.
"Well, that's quite a feat. Those Gryffindors are notorious for their big mouths. Actually, I'm suprised that this hasn't gotten out sooner." He pulled the paper out of his back pocket. "But then I guess this photo was just a slip on your part. You're certainly good at hiding your feelings otherwise." He pointed at the picture to make his point. It was actually a terrible shot that did not prove much of anything, but that was besides the point. Okay, maybe there wasn't a point, but Gideon never let that stop him from doing anything.
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Post by Emmeline Vance on Oct 29, 2009 17:25:40 GMT -5
Well, Gideon was one to talk. He had one of the largest mouths in the entire school, and yet he decided he was going to rag on others for theirs? Her captain was just one of those few people you would never count with one of your secrets but only because, as she had witnessed first hand, he had a hard time keeping quiet in front of the guys...and in front of the liquor bottle. Sure, Sirius was annoying as all hell, she would agree, but Remus was about the only decent one from the quarter. And if there was one thing Remus lacked, it was a big mouth--Em could barely get a conversation out of the boy most days, let alone the rare joke that he'd graced her with when that photo was taken.
Speaking of the photo, there it was, in Gideon's hands, mocking her once more. There was that awkward smile of hers she hated, covered up as much as possible by a hand. He was right about her hardly showing very many emotions besides apathy and dislike, but now was the time to argue, not give in. That's what he wanted, right? Some sort of banter between the two of them?
Now, though, she did something she very rarely did: she giggled. It actually sounded somewhat feminine, too, which was the thing that surprised her the most. Perhaps she could actually end up pulling this off? "Really? Remus says I can be quite-ah-expressive when I want to be." She had her face twisted into a smirk.
Oh, she would get him for this. At the very least, she could test out her lying skills; and, in particular, how easily Gideon fell for them.
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Post by Gideon Prewett on Nov 1, 2009 19:17:26 GMT -5
Gideon pulled a cigarette out of his pocket, and began to play with it. He didn't light it; in the presence of a nonsmoker, that would be crossing the line. But he played with it; partically because he was easily distractable, and partically in an attempt to unnerve Em slightly. Gideon had found that tightly wound people- like he preceived Em to be- had a hard time concentrating when someone was fidgeting. If that was the case, Gideon would have the upperhand of the conversation. If she didn't care, it wouldn't matter, really; it might make him look a little more stupid, but her opinion of him couldn't be that high anyway.
Gideon arched an eyebrow. She was still talking about Remus? Because he sure as hell wasn't. Maybe there was something there. But that couldn't be. "Oh, and how did Remus come to such an opinion?" he said, trying to hide his full curiousity. It was actually disturbing to him, that he even cared. Maybe it was because of who Remus's friends were. Yeah, that was definitely it. If Emme, the cocaptain of the Ravenclaw Quidditch team, was getting close to Remus, the best friend of the captain of the Gryffindor team, then there was going to be a huge problem. If she let anything slip, it would go straight to James. How irresponsible!
Really, Gideon thought Em would know better by now and have some sort of standards. She certainly acted like she did, not even looking at him. Not that he would want that anyway. That would be too strange and awkward. It was Emmeline Vance, for Merlin's sake, and Gideon wasn't convinced that she had a bonafide heart, she was so distant to everyone.
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