Who: Emmeline Vance, Phoebe Smethwyck, and Remus Lupin (NPC'd by Cristina; she has fun playing with herself!)
What: Bleh
Where: Entrance Hall/Great Hall
“Phoebe, if you ask me one more question I might as well take your job!”
Emmeline stopped and turned toward the younger girl, who paused and then blurted,
“But I’ve never
been a stage manager before and you
have and you should really,
really help me out because if I don’t do a good job Miranda’s gonna kill me and if Miranda kills me then I won’t graduate and---“
“Miranda’s not going to
kill you,” Emmeline said with a sigh, putting her hand up. She snatched the clipboard away from Phoebe, “I’ll look over what you’ve got, okay? I---”
“Thankyouthankyousooooomuch, Em! I mean it! I will do anything you want…er…Emm…eline?” Phoebe waved a hand in front of Emmeline’s face (she was definitely not paying attention to her anymore), and then followed the other girl’s gaze.
What was
he doing here?
Emmeline thrust the clipboard back into Phoebe arms and pushed her way through the people leaving the Great Hall. Remus was—he was just
standing there in the Entrance Hall, as if waiting for---what on
Earth.
“Hi,” she said a bit breathlessly, shifting her bag on her shoulder. Remus had never come up to the
castle before, was there something, “What’s wrong?”
“You went to Hogsmeade with Dearborn?”
She blinked quickly; he’d come up to ask her that? Couldn’t he have—
“I---”
“It’s a yes or no question, Emmeline.”
Emmeline frowned; she knew that his temper wasn’t the greatest when it came close to the moon, but he still had a few weeks left before that. She sighed, trying to look and act as if it was a casual conversation so to not draw anymore attention than they already had.
“It was for the Order,” she mumbled, only audible enough for Remus to hear.
“Right, yeah, of course, I don’t know why I bothered coming---” he turned to leave but Emmeline grabbed his arm.
“Hold on, wait,” she said, growing annoyed with herself and with Caradoc, bloody hell. “It wasn’t like that, honestly---”
“What do you want me to do, Emmeline?” Remus asked, putting his hands up, “It’s…you…you can’t just…this is…this…it’s over, okay? It’s over.”
The words should have struck her harder than they did, but Emmeline had known it was over for a while. She took a breath and shook her head, not even bothering to glare at Remus.
“Are you just using this as an excuse,” she muttered, looking down at the ground, “a real reason to end it?”
Remus didn’t respond, and she knew that it was the case. The scare with Greyback had shaken them both terribly, and Emmeline had known, even if she vehemently denied it to herself and anyone who asked, that she and Remus were broken and couldn’t be fixed.
“I wanted this to work,” he mumbled, and Emmeline didn’t stop him from pressing his forehead to hers and taking her hands. She nodded, feeling the tears strike her eyes before pulling back and smiling solemnly.
“Yeah, me too.”
