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icarusdolohov:

Every time one of the three Ministry Lackeys came out to announce updates, the entire crowd seemed on edge, excited. Personally, Icarus was only there because he was rather sure his Headmistress would have his head mounted on her wall if he didn’t show up to an event like this. The only thing he enjoyed about it was being out of uniform; not that he was switching up colors much. He turned in his all black robes for a tight black t-shirt and jeans. He ran a hand through his hair, resting a foot on the bench in front of him. “It’s been two hours. How long do you think it’ll be until they get out of there or die?.” 

There was something rather bitter in Emilie’s mind about the first task. The air of excitement and also tentative fear that flooded every bystander and anyone who had listened to the announcement was almost choking. As much as she wished it could have been her, she knew that it was not and she had to accept that. So she’d joined everyone else in spectating, her dark eyes flittering back and forth as they just...waited. When a voice broke her muted focus, she merely shrugged and turned to the male that had spoken. “I’m hoping something happens soon. Even if it is a death.” Her smile was a little bit too happy about the thought but she backtracked rather briskly. “But someone has to finish soon right? Unless there’s some real bad shit going down in there. What’s the worst thing that could happen?” 

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luckyvaillancourt:

So Felix was having a bad day. Sue him. He was having a lot of those lately. He’d gotten out of class and gotten dinner and then broken into a bottle of firewhisky. But the half-veela didn’t want to stay cooped up in his room and face the pitying looks from some of his roommates, so he and his bottle had gone wandering outside and eventually ended up somewhere in Hogwarts’s castle. And now here he was, sitting on the floor against one of the walls in an unfamiliar hallway on the fifth floor, still drinking fairly steadily and having a staring contest with one of the nearby portraits. “You’re going down, Timothy the Timid,” he muttered, not looking away from the painting.

Emilie was restless which wasn’t abnormal. She had tried wandering around the grounds, clutching her fur jacket around her slightly shivering body but nothing had really worked. Even staring angrily at the lake hadn’t shifted her heavy mind. Somehow she had found her way back to the castle and from there she continued to just...wander. She didn’t really note anything until she reached the fifth floor and spotted some sorry soul clutching a bottle and....what the hell was he doing? “You crazy or something? Portraits move but they will not become your friends.” She stopped next to him and frowned. “Tough night right?” 

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The night felt like it was dragging on in to the dawn. Emilie wasn’t sure how people were so consistent with their festivities because her own patience with the entire event had been shot the moment she’d removed her dress from the bag. She hated wearing anything formal but at least the fur jacket she’d slung over a chair the moment she’d entered the hall would ensure she could make escapes whenever she needed to. It had just become time for another escape and without a word to anyone she pulled on her jacket and headed out in to the frigid air. She was content to stand alone but clusters of people collected and a solitary figure caught her eye. A group bustled past her and she took a step closer to the woman that she knew. “Hej.” She mumbled as she brushed her hand under her nose. Rosaline was a pretty girl by all standards - that was an observation Em had made ever since they met years ago. “You did not much like being inside either?” She asked, clearly her throat as her voice croaked slightly. 

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slytherinselena:

Selena had to admit that she felt out of place at the champion’s table. Low confidence levels aside, it seemed as if everyone at the table seemed to have connections to each other outside of the tournament itself. It made her reevaluate the fact that she had been so focused on her team that she hadn’t made any friends. That would also explain her lack of an actual date. As great as Scorpius was, Selena wished she had done better to get to know the other schools. It would do her some good to have friends outside of Hogwarts if they all survived this year. She picked up a small plate of her favorite appetizers and offered to the person beside her, “So, how do you think Daehyun’s date got those scars?” 

Emilie had spent a large majority of the evening avoiding eye contact and skirting toward the edges of the hall. She was made nauseous by couples cozying up next to one another and whispering sweet nothings. Multiple times she had slipped out in the cool grounds but various people kept dragging her back to dance; an action she completed with all the rigidity of a petrified rock. She was just scouring around, avoiding more of her ‘friends’, when a voice and plate being offered her way made her stop in her tracks. “What?” She retorted quickly, looking around. However it became clear fairly fast, even if she didn’t have a reason to suggest. “Your guess is as good as mine. I hope the other guy came off better.” 

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ms-lilyluna:

The dreadful day is no more. After all, Lily manages to bring her beloved Nimbus with her this time, vowed to wear something thick to shield her from the winds. Her brother had offered to escort her to the pitch, but she had promised him that it won’t take her long. Just a couple of a turn around the ground and she was convinced that it’s enough. Or not. We’ll have to see.

Her gaze fixed against the other person, who was already up in the air. A frown marred through her features, as she caught a glimpse of an unfamiliar face. Hopefully, whoever that is wouldn’t mind to sharing their space with her. She tightened her Gryffindor scarf around her neck and climbed on her broom. A hoot escapes from her lips as she set off from the ground.

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At Durmstrang Emilie spent plenty of time fighting the bitter cold to take to the air on her broom. No matter the weather, and in Northern Scandinavia those could be pretty unpredictable, she would attempt to fly. On a couple of occasions it had definitely almost caused her to develop frost bite and several storms had prompted a few close calls when it came to staying stable on her broom. But she was a pretty good flyer and as she soared through the air she actually smiled as the breeze flooded her hair.

She was just completing her second loop, eyes transfixed on the expansive lake, when something snagged her peripherals. She turned abruptly and gripped harder at her broom when the younger woman made a loud noise. “Hej!” She called stiffly, because she might have the ability to be cold but she wasn’t a complete asshole. Plus, she was more relaxed in the air. “The weather is forgiving for flying today.” 

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brynngraves:

The lunch usually is the worst. It’s an unpredictable circumstance for her to be involved with. It mostly can be loud, but does not rule out the possibility of being more quiet like these days, after the certain incident happen. Brynn walked to one table at the end of the corner of the room, peculiarly more empty and quiet when compared with any other table, with only one person occupying. She gnawed on her lip, before cleared her throat, as an effort to grab the girl’s attention.

“–Hey.. Do you mind?”

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Emilie liked her own company. It didn’t phase her in the slightest that she often found herself alone and even though she did have a few people she’d consider friends from Durmstrang, she hadn’t been focused on sitting with them when she’d found her table. Absentmindedly she pushed the prongs of her fork against the surface of the table. The sound of a throat being cleared caught her attention and she placed the fork down as she looked up. “Probably.” She replied bluntly but shrugged all the same. “But you can do what you want.” With a soft grunt she looked at the spare seat nearby and then picked up her fork again. 

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hucelia:

“Whatever floats your boat, princess. But just warning, with that attitude you’re not getting any.” And with that statement the dark haired girl lifted the bottle to her side, wiggling it ever so slightly with a smirk perched upon her lips. Not long after she started walking in the direction that Emilie was standing in. As she arrived at a spot that was nice and up close and personal, she added, “I’d advise a change in attitude and some suggestions of where to continue this party. Or the other option is to bugger off and keep that pretty little mouth of yours shut.” Celia knew that one day the other would come to great use and so she had to remain calm, but throwing around some threats was simply in her nature. Most of all when one called her addictive tendencies easy. She needed to shut the voices in her brain up, if even for a little bit and booze was the simplest way to do that. 

Emilie attempted to keep her expression stiff and reproachful but there was a dark smirk threatening to creep across her lips. She had to bite her tongue to refrain from making another snide remark. And frankly, she already knew that Celia would have something to retaliate with. “You ask for a lot, I hope you know that.” She commented smugly as she looked up at the other, fully aware of just how invasive Celia’s position was to her own personal space. It had seemed that when she had met Celia something inside her had forced her to remain calm. While her comments still had bite, they didn’t dig deep enough to break the skin. Not that she was sure she could break the tough exterior Celia had crafted for herself. And besides....Celia could be useful. Maybe. “You know you’ll follow where my pretty mouth goes and I know now that you’re a fan of hiding in walls. So if you want somewhere to lose your mind, you better keep up.” And with that she nodded and stepped back, spinning abruptly on her heel and striding down the corridor toward the grand staircase. 

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redrcsie:

Furrowing her eyebrows, she let go. Rose didn’t know if the other was upset or not but she didn’t want to make anything worse by keeping her in an unwanted hug. “Sorry, hugging is kind of a force of habit for me,” she admitted with a little grin. “Really, are you alright though? You look as if something is wrong,” she stated quite abruptly.

Emilie gave a soft grunt and turned her gaze upward to the woman. She was equally confused and irritated, but the latter was a constant emotion and nothing new in any respects. “That is a strange habit.” She remarked flatly before shaking her head. “Nothing is wrong. This is my natural face. Smiling is much scarier for me.” As if to prove her point she forced a tight smile. “Do you seek out people who look sad?” 

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redrcsie:

“Come here,” Rose called out to the other, wrapping them in a bone-shattering hug. As of recent, the mom friend part of Rose had been making an appearance, so she seemed to be doing this to anyone that she detected might be feeling upset in any way. She wasn’t the most responsible person in the world, not enough to assume the role of mom friend, but concerned and concerning vodka aunt would probably work. “Are you alright?”

“Nej. Nej. Nej.” Emilie insisted quickly, her eyes widening a little as she felt Rose’s arms close around her. This was definitely not what she’d asked for and she certainly was not appreciating it. Sure, she usually had the emotional exterior of someone locked in a dark battle after their owl had been kidnapped but she was not used to warm arms around her. Her shoulders rounded and her lips pursed. “I would be better if you would release me.”

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cvrrwiisms:

“All that fuss just to say they can’t tell us anything? Typical. Anyway, she has to be a witch, right? Why would we care if anything else got dropped off?” Honestly, he was a bit on edge with the whole thing. They didn’t even know if this girl was dead? How? Dead was dead, and it was simple, it wasn’t…This whole situation was strange. And he had no idea how to deal with it, which meant humor was the only way. “So when exactly do we start making guesses and placing bets?”

Emilie stood stiffly at his side, listening only half-heartedly to his musing but she did listen all the same. It wasn’t so much the sight of the situation that could disturb but the illusion and mystery behind it. It wasn’t like weird things never happened but this was particularly strange. At the slightly off-key note about the dead bodies blood line Em just scoffed and turned her head. Instead she focused on his latter statement. “You have not already started with the guessing? And I can already hear the odds for these bets coming in. I can try and get you a good odd. Lay your predictions.”

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rosakrum:

Rosaline rushed through the busy halls, keeping a solid arm wrapped around her books. She wasn’t going to make it to Transfiguration in time, she knew it but she wanted to at least try. She had woken up late and the Durmstrang dorms happened to be one of the farthest from the castle. Rosaline slipped through students distractedly and eventually smacked headlong into someone, causing her books to scatter across the floor. “I’m so sorry !” She exclaimed, running a hand through her hair and collapsing to her knees, gathering books. “I wasn’t watching where I was going.” 

Emilie could have snapped the moment Rosaline’s little body collided with hers but instead she just let out a small growl from the back of her throat. “Clearly. You should use your eyes.” She grumbled. After a very small moment of internal conflict she crouched and picked up a single book, turning it over in her hands. She couldn’t blame the young woman for rushing and there was something about the Durmstrang affiliation that made Emilie’s temperament settle in Rosaline’s favour. Or at least that was how she’d justify it. “You are wasting more of the time. If only you could transfigure a way not to be late.” She smiled. It was a twisted and very stiff smile but a smile all the same. 

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hucelia:

“ Well that was about time… ” the young woman pushed herself off her seat in the Great Hall before making her way out of what she presumed to be Hogwarts’ best attempt at imprisonment. One step before the other, and all she could think of was two things: her notes (as per usual) and the fact that she was in dire need of a drink. Perhaps she could get to her stash unnoticed before returning to her room. Slipping through dark hallways, she made her way closer to an abandoned one before slipping a painting a side, causing the figures to curse at her – to which Celia solely rolled her eyes and resumed to taking the booze she had carefully hidden in a hole in the wall. It was in that very moment she heard a noise behind her and replied with the bottles in her hands, “What do you want?” 

The recent developments were finally leading Emilie to believe that Hogwarts had more to offer than the boringly tedious activities she’d been subjected to so far. Sure, it wasn’t like the whole thing with the poor girl had been planned but it did make Emilie lean a little closer in her seat to hear the whispers that blossomed around her. Yet, eventually, even the hum of mystery lost her attention and she departed from the hall, her mind wandering back and forth like a Lacewing fly stuck in a net. It wasn’t until she caught the profile of a face she recognised that her mind steadied and without a second thought she began an unhurried pursuit. Everyone had vices and Emilie lounged leisurely against a nearby pillar as Celia reached for hers. “What do I want?” She echoed, raising her eyebrows. “From you? Nothing.” She pushed off the wall and stepped closer, her heavy boots clipping the cold floor. Her dark eyes flicked to to the contents of Celia’s hands. “I can’t say I expected much more from you. Seems almost easy.”

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Howdy all, I’m just a lil English belle (-end), called Amie. This is my small angry witch Emilie who is a bad ass motha who don’t take no crap from nobody.

Name: Emilie Athedias Bainsla Also Known As: Em, Mille Age: Seventeen Birthday: 7th of January Astrological Sign: Capricorn Nationality: Danish Gender: Female Orientation: Homosexual

About Her

Personality: There is no particular reason why Emilie can appear to express such a hard exterior at times. She had very rare moments of openness and kindness and beneath the skin there is a constant desire to remain loyal but under the pressures of her family and various attitudes she had grown harder and more difficult to gain a favourable temperament from.  Occupation: Student Likes: - Quidditch - Spell casting - Challenges - Reading - Nature Dislikes: - Fire - Young and inexperienced wizards - Losing - Smothering authority - Excessively high temperatures Education School: Durmstrang House: N/A Best Core Class: Dark Arts Worst Core Class: History of Magic Quidditch: High level Chaser  Magic Wand: - Length: 10 3/4 inches - Flexibility: Pliable - Wood: Red Oak - Core: Dragon Heartstring Pets: An eagle owl Boggart: Uncontrollable fire Animagus/Patronus: Wolverine

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