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Post by fiona on Dec 15, 2010 19:16:15 GMT -6
  Why couldn't they get a Ravenclaw to tutor her? Fiona pouted as she walked towards the Potion's classroom. She didn't mind Emmeline. No, not at all. What she minded was the fact that she had to tutor someone on her weekend. Despite how kind she was, she didn't like having to sacrifice her time like this. It's for the better good, though. That sentence kept running through her head as she pushed through the door to the classroom and walked inside.
Emmeline wasn't even here yet. Awesome. I could've slept in. Of course, she had set the tutoring session up earlier in the day so maybe, if they finished early enough, she could go out and about, as well as Emmeline could. Fiona got all of the ingredients out for the potion they were going to make today, got her book, and then got a cauldron so that they could practice. It wasn't too difficult a potion. It wouldn't be too far-fetched to say they may get out of this little party early enough to enjoy over half of the day.
After all, it was only... wow, 9 a.m. Fiona could have sworn it was earlier than that. At least, that's what it felt like. She pulled a stool up and sat beside the table where she had set everything up, and leaned her back against it, dangling her feet and kicking her left leg back and forth. Fiona had patience, luckily. Why was she in Slytherin again? Oh, because she was as sly as a fox, or even more cunning than that. Hopefully this little meet-up wouldn't come down to that. She knew Emmeline. She also knew that Em wasn't too fond of Slytherins.
Fiona smirked. That would make this all the more... interesting.
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Post by emmeline stephanie vance on Dec 15, 2010 19:43:28 GMT -6
 Emmeline did not need a tutor. Despite what Professor Slughorn said she was not that bad at potions. Sure she had almost failed her last essay, but it had been stupid and pointless, and she had had Quidditch practice, which was a little more important to her than Potions. But even so, she didn't need another student making her feel stupid by showing her up. And she certainly didn't need a stuck up pure-blood Slytherin doing that. As if she didn't get enough with the whole lot of them during potions class, now she had to spend part of her Saturday being talked down to by one. That was just great.
These were Emmeline's thoughts as she walked through the basement towards the potion's room. Spending time in that classroom with Fiona White was the last thing the seventh year wanted to do. She could be practicing Quidditch, or hanging out with Alice and Natalie and Lily, or shoving bamboo shoots under her nails. Any would be preferable to this. But apparently Professor Slughorn though that working with Fiona as her peer tutor would be beneficial to her somehow. Emmeline was pretty sure he had a few screws loose if he thought that it would help. Why couldn't Lily have been her peer tutor? Her friend was just as good as potions as any Slytherin, and a big difference was the fact that Em actually liked Lily.
She opened the door to the potion's room and walked in, she dropped her potion's books on the desk and sat down in her seat next to the cauldron. It looked like Fiona had set out ingredients for a potion. Great, now the Slytherin girl could watch Em struggle to get the potion right, and then run off to her common room to tell all her little pureblood fiends how the stupid mudblood couldn't make a potion to save her life. "Let's get this over with," The brunette said, not bothering with polite greetings. That would just encourage the other girl to be as nasty as she could.
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Post by fiona on Dec 15, 2010 19:58:06 GMT -6
Fiona pouted at Em's harsh greeting, "Well, Merlin, you didn't have to be so impolite about it." She muttered and turned in her stool to open the book to the page of the potion Emmeline was apparently having so much trouble with processing. Skimming her finger across the page, she found the one that Professor Slughorn had mentioned.
"So you're having trouble with Draught of Living Death? Hmm..." Fiona was processing in her mind what would be the most effective way of teaching this to her. To make it fun, perhaps a game? No, not with Potions. She wasn't about to sling ingredients across the room just for the sake of soaking the lesson in. "Well... Draught of Living Death is an extremely powerful sleeping potion, putting people in such a deep state of sleep it appears as if they're completely dead, or in a creepy death trance."
Fiona lined up all of the ingredients in a row as she pointed them out, "Crushed Snake Fangs, Wormwood, Asphodel, Valerian roots, 13 Sopophorous beans, and... ew. Sloth brain. Okay." Fiona took the book in hand once again as she read aloud the order in which to put the ingredients in. She did it slowly, not because she thought Emmeline wouldn't remember or because she was slow, but just so it was clear.
"At the halfway stage it should be... a smooth, black currant-coloured liquid." Fiona nodded to herself, as she pulled that specifically from memory. She then looked at the book to make sure she was correct and nodded again, then went on. "It should then turn a light shade of lilac, then clear as water, after you stir the potion counter-clockwise... hmmm.. oh! Seven times. However, stirring the potion counter-clockwise seven times and clockwise once, has a much better effect, buuuut we won't worry about that." Fiona sat the book down on the desk and moved behind it so that Emmeline was in front of all of the ingredients, the book, and the cauldron.
"I'm not gonna treat you like a child, contrary to popular belief. Just do it your own way and if you do something incorrectly I'll curse you." Fiona smiled. Just trying to lighten the mood, like always.
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Post by emmeline stephanie vance on Dec 15, 2010 20:38:31 GMT -6
Amazingly enough the Slytherin had no witty or snide response to Emmeline's rudeness, that was new. Usually they were full of quick remarks, usually referring to her blood status or house, and if they were really good, both at the same time. But all the other girl did was flip to the page in the book that Emmeline was having trouble with and scan it over. The Draught of Living Death. Why Emmeline would ever need to use such a potion she didn't know, but apparently Hogwarts thought she was going to need it some day. Yes, maybe one day she would be stuck in a boring meeting and need to slip some of it in her co-workers drinks so she could escape. That was the only use she could think of for it, and she doubted the teachers would approve of that as a suitable way of using their teachings.
But nonetheless Emmeline listened to what Fiona had to say about the potion. After all, the sooner she got this stuff down, the sooner this tutoring session was over and she could get out of here. She listened to Fiona tell her what order to put the ingredients in and nodded to show that she understood. She did, kind of. After all anyone could read instructions from a textbook, it was getting it to work that was the hard part. Em got potions in theory, it was the doing it that was a challenge for her, and apparently that was what Fiona was supposed to be able to help her with.
The Gryffindor would have liked to just think that Fiona had got the tutoring job because she sucked up to Professor Slughorn, but Fiona knew what she was talking about. That was proven when she recited some instructions from memory before checking them in the textbook to make sure she had them right, she did. Well, at least Slughorn had given her a competent tutor, but she was still a Slytherin. When Fiona moved back Emmeline stepped forward so she was in front of the cauldron and ingredients. "I'm not gonna treat you like a child, contrary to popular belief." Emmeline had to admit that Fiona had surprised her there. She certainly wasn't acting like a normal Slytherin. She was acting, dare Emmeline think it, civil. To her! A muggleborn, someone not worthy of being acknowledged unless that acknowledgment was accompanied by ten insults. If Emmeline didn't know better she could almost imagine that Fiona wasn't as horrible as all the other Slytherins.
"Just do it your own way and if you do something incorrectly I'll curse you." Before she could stop herself Em let herself laugh at that. She looked up to catch Fiona's smile and smiled back a little. Okay, so Fiona could make a joke, that didn't mean anything, she was still a Slytherin. Still a pureblood. One joke didn't change that.
"Like you'd be able to," She said, rolling her eyes, trying to sound snide, but it came off more as joking. Darn, that was just going to encourage Fiona to either continue with the friendliness, or move right into the rudeness. Emmeline didn't know which she would prefer. Before Fiona had a chance to say anything else the Gryffindor had turned back and began attempting to cut the Sopophorous beans like the book told her to. It didn't work, the beans seemed absolutely determined to roll out from under the knife blade and avoid their inevitable fate of being turned into a potion. Emmeline frowned as she continued to try to cut the beans up, needing them to release their juice in order for it to work.
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Post by fiona on Dec 16, 2010 9:37:38 GMT -6
Fiona was amazed that Emmeline hadn't thought her mental or something by this point. She made a statement for the Slytherin house, or more-so that she was trying to. She wasn't fond of judging others for their house, or their blood purity. It definitely wasn't something she made a habit out of. Fiona honestly didn't see what the big deal was. So what? You're not a pure wizard or witch. Wow, you came from a muggle family! Holy cow, one of your magically talented parents married a muggle and had you. In Fiona's mind, it was all the same. You were either of magical capability, or you weren't. What the whole problem with that was about, Fiona would soon find out but never want to know.
Potions was one of Fiona's highpoints. She took great interest in the subject as a whole. You could basically combine any random ingredients you found and create something bigger and more harmful than one could ever imagine. And, if you knew what you were doing, you could control the entire world at the hands of a cauldron and a pantry full of infamous ingredients. Maybe that added to her Slytherin appeal, though. Potions was her favourite subject, and of most Slytherins she knew, it was theirs too.
Therefore, Fiona was more than educated in brewing potions of all kinds, sorts, and colours. She always had intently listened to what Slughorn taught, and soaked it all in in an instant. It just came more than naturally to her. She still remembered every potion she'd learned by heart, and even practiced them in her spare time, when she didn't have something much better to do. Some people had teased her for being a "nerd" or a "dork", or possibly even a "suck-up", but that wasn't what Fiona was going for. She just liked potions.
FiFi smirked at Emmeline's laugh. Did that mean she was finally getting to the Gryffindor? Probably not, but it was a start. Challenge Accepted.
"Like you'd be able to." Wow, followed by a roll of the eyes and a joking tone? Bloody hell, Fiona really had broken off some of Emmeline's shell. Already! Fiona giggled and shook her head, "Keep on and we'll see what happens." Fiona's tone was all-around joking, and she'd hoped Emmeline caught it. Even though, if she hadn't, that could do for some physical activity before the potion brewing happened. Hey, it would break the tension!
She watched Emmeline's attempts at cutting the beans and tilted her little head, "Have you ever tried, perhaps, smashing them instead of cutting to release the juices? It works all the same, and it's usually... easier." Fiona pulled up a stool and sat it behind the table where they were working and crossed her legs daintily, just watching as Emmeline went on with the potion.
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Post by emmeline stephanie vance on Dec 16, 2010 17:12:51 GMT -6
Oh great, one chuckle, an eye roll and a joking tone that was supposed to sound mean and Fiona was already trying to be nice to her. But Emmeline didn't buy it, she knew that if she bought into the friendliness the other girl would turn around and stab her in the back so fast she wouldn't know what had happened. Because that's the way Slytherins were, they got off on other people's pain and took every chance they could to pt a muggle born "in their place." But muggle borns didn't even have a place in the world, not to Slytherins. They were no better than muggles in the eyes of the house of snakes. No better than the dirt on the bottom of the Slytherin's shoes.
The next time Em spoke she didn't allow even a hint of joking slide into her voice. She had to make this Slytherin realize that she was to be taken seriously, and not some muggle born too dumb to realize she was being played by. "I'd like to see you try and curse me," Emmeline had no doubt that if Fiona ever did try she could counter it. Defense Against the Dark Arts was Emmeline's best class, by far, and she was extremely good at repelling curses back at someone in an instant. But if this upstart blond thought she could curse her Emmeline would gladly show her how wrong she was. Fiona might be good at potions, but Defense Against the Dark Arts was where Em truly shone.
When Fiona suggested that Emmeline try and smash the beans instead she gritted her teeth, not wanting to give in and try what the other girl suggested. She continued to try and cut the bean, when the bean slipped from under her knife, and it came down, slicing a huge gash in her finger. She let out a hiss of surprise at the sudden pain and whipped out her wand. She held it in her left hand with some difficulty and muttered a quick healing spell, pointing it at her thumb. The wound closed up, leaving just a faint pink scar where a moment ago blood had been gushing from.
There was still blood on her hand and some on the knife as well, she looked around for a cloth to wipe it up with, the pain of the wound already nothing more than a vague memory. She found a cloth used for cleaning and wiped the blood off her hands, she then cleaned the knife's blade without a word. She refused to look at Fiona, she didn't want to see the smug look of triumph in the other girl's face. She had been right, smashing them would be better, not that Em would voice that out loud. Instead she pulled the beans towards her and attempted to crush the beans with the flat edge of the knife. It worked. Emmeline resisted the urge to curse, this wouldn't be so bad if Fiona had been wrong. If crushing them hadn't been better, but of course it had to be, because Fiona was good at potions, and Emmeline sucked.
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Post by fiona on Dec 16, 2010 18:05:43 GMT -6
That was one area Fiona did show her true colours in. She loved to see people quiver under her pressure but she would never, ever stab someone in the back... that didn't deserve it, of course. She knew what Emmeline was thinking. Em thought that Fiona was just another twat of a Slytherin. Fiona just didn't know whether to prove her right or wrong. Emmeline looked very tense as Fiona simply watched her struggle to cut open the bean. Was it so hard to take someone's advice? Emmeline must have been very hard-headed. Anyone else would have smashed the bean instead of trying to cut it once again and ending up with a slice in their finger. Goodness, they would have had sense.
"If I wanted to curse you I would. However, that's not what we're after today, is it? Neither is chopping a finger off. Be more careful, would you? I don't want to be responsible for you losing a body part." She pursed her lips at the end of her statement and leaned slightly as she readjusted herself on the stool she was atop. This was very unsettling for the young girl. Must she act like a Slytherin to get a hint of respect from a peer? Fiona hated acting like her stereotype. Call her a rebel, or don't. She just wanted Emmeline to soften up.
Fiona crossed her arms in a sort of modest triumph as she observed Em's healing of the gash. "I am your tutor you know. You could listen to me, but it's up to you." It sounded a bit fierce, but that was because Fiona didn't know what she was doing wrong. So was Emmeline one to judge? Obviously, because Fiona hadn't done a single thing to make Emmeline dislike her, other than be of pure blood and to be in an infamously sorted house.
Watching Emmeline successfully smash the beans and put them into the cauldron, Fiona smiled softly and uncrossed her arms. She wasn't going to say anything about how she'd been right, or anything more about how Em should have listened. Fiona figured Emmeline had already had enough bickering for today. As Fiona watched Emmeline, she was trying to line up what she was about to say in a productive outline. "Listen," Fiona's tone was gentle, now, "I know you don't like Slytherins, and I know you probably think I'm just another snotty pureblood. I'm not going to go on about a rant that I'm better than the other Slytherins. I'm simply more polite and civilized. I just wish you'd stop treating me like I'm going to hex your entire family for being unpure, a status that means absolutely nothing to me." Fiona fixed her bracelets and then looked back up at Emmeline for a reaction.
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Post by emmeline stephanie vance on Dec 16, 2010 20:02:08 GMT -6
Emmeline narrowed her eyes when Fiona told her she should be more careful. She knew that, she wasn't an idiot, even though not listening to the advice of the person who actually knew what she was talking about was a bit idiotic. Okay it was actually downright juvenile. Emmeline was acting like a petty first year trying to show defiance by being overly stubborn and thick headed. It wasn't going to get her anywhere, and certainly wasn't going to make her look intelligent, the longer she kept it up the dumber she was going to look. Fiona's comment about being her tutor was filled with a fierceness that Em was used to when talking to Slytherins. That was something she could relate to, the nice Slytherin, well that she just didn't know how to deal with.
And yet as Em smashed the beans and put them in her cauldron Fiona didn't say anything. No "see" or "I told you so" instead she surprised Emmeline once again. She spoke in a soft voice, but it was her words that surprised the Gryffindor the most. She didn't know if she could trust Fiona, or if it was just another stupid Slytherin prank, but from what she could tell, Fiona's words were sincere. She seemed to mean what she was saying. Emmeline sighed, she supposed it was possible that not every Slytherin in the world hated muggle borns, it wasn't likely, but it was possible.
"Look, I'm not acting very maturely and..." Emmeline took a deep breath, "I'm sorry." Emmeline didn't apologize to Slytherins, they never did to her, and she'd never had a reason to be sorry to one of them, but now. Well Fiona hadn't acted rudely, Emmeline herself had, and to be honest she felt a bit ashamed. And here she was thinking she was above Slytherin behaviour, when really she wasn't acting any better. She was stereotyping Fiona the way most Slytherins did muggle borns, and she despised them for that attitude. How could she walk around with her head held high, proud of herself, when she acted no better? "I'm just not exactly used to Slytherins that... well are friendly." Emmeline wasn't one to mince words. She would always tell the truth, even if it wasn't flattering to herself. "And to be honest, whenever a Slytherin speaks to me I find myself trying to find the ulterior motive behind their words, but I'm not seeing any behind yours, so again, I apologize." Hell froze over.
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Post by fiona on Dec 17, 2010 20:13:26 GMT -6
Fiona smiled softly at Emmeline's apology. "You didn't have to apologize to me. I just wanted to know why you hated me so much." She let a soft chuckle escape her lips and pushed a strand of hair behind her ear as she listened to Emmeline. At the statement that she wasn't used to Slytherins being friendly, well, I couldn't say that Fiona was surprised.
Slytherins were nasty people, most of the time. Every now and then there'd be a few good ones, usually trying to rebel against their family like Fiona and a friend of hers. Fiona nodded, "I know, but I'm not like most Slytherins." She was trying to support herself, though she was sure Emmeline had caught on by now. Fiona was polite and not out to discourage or put anyone down.
Fiona laughed at her honesty. She respected that, more than usual. Honesty was something she adored. Having been quite the liar herself in the past, she finds people who always tell the truth to be intriguing. Fiona doesn't lie on a daily basis, but she obviously doesn't always tell the truth. After all, her parents want her to be a death eater. Of course, she wasn't going to be one, but she kept up the reputation around her parents of the potential standards. "Slytherins are bad about that. What I see though, behind our words and actions, isn't always a bad thing. It varies from snake to snake. Like, when I say I'm going to the library for research during class when I've finished my work, and I actually may go for a swim or go sleep." Fiona smirked.
Looking down, she shrugged, "that may not be the best example. Oh! Here's one. I know you're wondering why I'm in Slytherin. I don't act it or talk it around people I actually like. I only act it around my parents, and my motive behind that is to keep their respect until I'm free of their grasp. That's a good motive behind actions. Or when I say I have a boyfriend, when I'm really looking for a girlfriend, or just.. a relationship in general."
Fiona froze, had she said too much? It wasn't rare that Fiona talked someone's ears off. "I'm sorry I'm rambling. I'm distracting you when I should be doing the opposite. I apologize."
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Post by emmeline stephanie vance on Dec 19, 2010 19:20:13 GMT -6
"I don't hate you personally, I just hate Slytherins in general." Emmeline shrugged, but her tone was a little more lighthearted, "And I did notice that you aren't exactly the typical Slytherin." Yes Emmeline had noticed, she had just ignored it because, well because she had been convinced it was all a hoax. Now that she thought about it she still wasn't sure Fiona was being sincere, but she figured she might as well give the other girl a chance. Fiona laughed, but to Emmeline it seemed like an amused laugh, not the maniacal, evil laughter she expected from Slytherins.
Em was looking back down at her textbook, trying to understand what she was supposed to do next while Fiona was talking about how she only acted like a Slytherin around her parents and such, and yes she had a motive but it wasn't dark and twisted, she just wanted her parents' respect. And isn't that what every teenager wanted? Emmeline knew that she would love for her parents to accept her fully for who she was. It wasn't like they were bad to her, they just hadn't known how to act around her since she had got her Hogwarts letter more than six years ago, and coming out and telling them she was a lesbian hadn't helped. "Or when I say I have a boyfriend, when I'm really looking for a girlfriend, or just.. a relationship in general." Well that caught Emmeline's attention. She couldn't help but reflexively look up in surprise, to see if Fiona was messing with her.
If any other Slytherin had said that to her she would have been 100% positive that they had found out about her sexuality, and were getting a kick out of laughing at her, but Fiona, well Fiona was different. "No, don't apologize, it's fine," She said, shaking her head, trying to concentrate on the potion in front of her, but she just couldn't. She looked up at Fiona, back at her potion, but knew she wouldn't be able to concentrate until she clarified what the other girl had said. "Sorry, I don't meant to be rude and go ahead and curse me if I am, but you said boyfriend or girlfriend, so are you, bisexual or... pansexual?" Okay she probably did sound rude, she quickly shook her head, her brown curls falling in her face, "Never mind, I totally sounded rude there."
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Post by fiona on Dec 26, 2010 10:25:04 GMT -6
Fiona giggled and shook her head lightly, "Not many people like Slytherins in general, unless they're Slytherins themselves." She grinned softly and shrugged, "I hate the stereotype of a Slytherin. They're not all bad after all. And if they are, they weren't born that way." Fiona made a point to not be pushed to be a superior Slytherin. She was a pureblood, yes, but she had friends who weren't. Whether her parents knew that or not was beyond her, and hopefully it would stay that way. She was in the same place as most people her age and in her house. They were shoved into thinking people of lesser magical blood were scum and that they shouldn't even look at them as they looked at people of pure magical blood. Fiona used to be like that, truth be told. She laughed at people like Emmeline, until she started listening to her friend Dromeda. Dromeda was a level-headed girl, like what Fiona grew up to be. Now they're best friends and partners in crime.
Seeing the surprise in Emmeline's face, Fiona tilted her head. What, had she said something out of the ordinary? Wouldn't have been the first time, she supposed. She never really thought before blurting out things. Or.. was Emmeline still confused about the potion? Oh, bloody hell! Fiona pouted. She wasn't being a very great tutor.
Fiona smiled and shook her head, "I didn't think you were being rude at all." She ran her fingers through her bouncy blonde hair and then looked back up at Emmeline. Well, she'd already basically told her of her sexuality, might as well assure her of it. "I'm pansexual... yeah, I don't really see gender when I find someone attractive." Fiona shrugged. If she found someone attractive, they were attractive. Whether it be a boy, girl, transgender, whatever. They were attractive to her. She didn't mind it at all. Fifi looked back up at Em. She'd heard things about Emmeline. That she wasn't like all the other girls. That she was a lesbian. Of course, Fiona didn't mind this at all, but Slytherins laughed and hissed at the fact. Why, though? Emmeline was a pretty girl. Couldn't they see that, too?
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Post by emmeline stephanie vance on Dec 28, 2010 16:38:56 GMT -6
"You can say that again," Em said with a chuckle. Since her first time on the Hogwarts Express on her way to Hogwarts as a wide eyed eleven year old with wild brown curls and long eyelashes she hadn't liked them. She had been cornered by some older Slytherins who had taunted her, called her mudblood and told her to go back to where she had come from, back to her muggle family. It hadn't been a good first impression, and Em's opinion of them had just sank lower and lower over her years at Hogwarts. "They might not all be bad, but you're hard pressed to find a good one." She pointed out. In her seven years at Hogwarts Em had never really run into a Slytherin that didn't walk with their nose in the air and act like they had smelled something nasty when she walked by.
Em would never get along with Slytherins, it was just a fact. She was a Gryffindor and a muggle born, and Slytherins were... well purebloods. She might be able to get along with a few of them here and there, but the majority of them were still Death Eaters in the making and destined to spend the rest of their miserable lives in Azkaban having all the happiness sucked out of them by Dementors. Fiona, well Em figured that the way Fiona was acting at the moment she wasn't about to be hauled off by the Aurors and put on trial. Fiona was actually one of those rare rare rare Slytherins Em felt she could, if not befriend, at least tolerate and be civil with.
So apparently Fiona was pansexual. It was unusual for Em to meet people who weren't straight, and even more unusual for those people to be open about it with everyone. It was socially acceptable to be homosexual or bisexual or pansexual. If you were you didn't talk about it, it was a taboo. If one of your children was, then you sent them off to a boarding school to try and straighten them up, literally. It was kind of ironic really, Em's parents hadn't known what to do when she came out of the closet to them, and she could only imagine that they were almost grateful she was going to go off to Hogwarts for most of the year. That way they didn't have to be responsible for sending her to a boarding school.
The brunette wondered if Fiona knew about her own sexuality. She didn't go around telling people left and right, but things like that got out, it was inevitable. She didn't try and keep it a secret, but she knew that if she was too open about it that would be just inviting trouble. There were people who knew, like Alice and her friend Marlene, who couldn't have cared less, but then there were the people who hissed terrible things at her as they passed her in the hallway, people who tossed her notes with hateful words written on them when the teachers weren't looking, and the people who spread as many rumors as possible to destroy her life. Em ignored all of these, she didn't react to it at all. People could insult her all she wanted, she didn't really care, over the years she had grown an immunity to it. Things like that couldn't hurt her anymore, not after being "mudblood" for seven years and otherr worse things for nearly as long, but that didn't mean she subjected herself to more of it than necessary, that would just be self-inflicting harm upon herself.
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Post by fiona on Jan 3, 2011 18:01:44 GMT -6
Fiona nodded and smiled softly, "Fair enough." She turned around in her chair and hopped up, approaching a table beside them. Scooting her gloves off and folding them daintily on the table away from the potion making that was supposed to be going on, Fifi came back and sat down. "When did you decide to come out, if you don't mind me asking?"
Wincing at her own question, she shook her head, "That was really rude. I'm sorry." Fiona got up and peeked inside of the cauldron. The potion was coming along somewhat smoothly. From what she'd heard from the professor, Emmeline was worse than this before. So all in all, Fiona felt very successful. It was mostly because of her attitude that made her vulnerable to becoming a tutor. The teachers assume her sassy when it counts, and they knew her to be smart. So, there she was and there she stayed. She had been tutoring for a couple of years, now.
The closet was a difficult topic for Fiona. She hadn't quite come out of it yet to her parents, or anyone that she had to keep her name with. After all, she was supposed to become a ruthless death eater with no weaknesses. Now, if her family knew her at all, they'd disown her just from being different. Fiona was the black sheep. Fiona had manners, she was civilized, accepting... Her family was the exact opposite. It was almost unbearable at family gatherins for the young blonde girl. She was tiny and underestimated, so her family walked all over her.
Unfortunately, Fiona let them. She didn't like her family, so she just nodded and went on as she would usually do. They mean close to nothing to her, now. They're all ignorant, arrogant fools! Slaves, even, to the Dark Lord. Fiona knew she should be afraid of the Dark Lord and obey him since she had the opportunity, but she couldn't bring herself to do such a thing. It was wrong. She would rather die a human being than a robot.
No one dared make fun of her in Hogwarts, though. The White family name wasn't foreign to the Slytherin house. They were fierce people without souls. Fiona put on an act to keep up that reputation so that no one would bother with her. In all reality, the seventh year was gentle and strong-willed. Luckily, had they made fun of her, she would've taken after her family. She wouldn't be walked all over by people she had a choice over. No way. That would be borderline mental.
[/blockquote][/blockquote][/blockquote] this post was made for emmy and it's a lovely 437 words long. notes: This is so late and kinda sucks I'm sorry. D: fiona is wearing this! and the lyrics are from when it rains by paramore and the template's by emma from ach.
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Post by emmeline stephanie vance on Jan 3, 2011 18:55:12 GMT -6
The question of the other girl made Emmeline's head snap up. The question hadn't offended her, but she wasn't used to people asking questions like that about her sexuality. In this world people didn't talk about it, and it was strange for Emmeline to have someone ask a question like that so casually. Normally a question like that, it wouldn't be asked, and if it was not so blatantly. While it caught her off guard, Emmeline liked people being forward in conversations. People shouldn't have to creep around conversations as if one misspoken word was going to end the world. People should be able to say and ask what they wanted without worrying about offending people or saying something that wasn't "socially acceptable" or accepting that being different was okay.
"No it's not rude at all, if you had insulted me and used a spiteful tone, then it would have been rude," She pointed out, with a shrug. Emmeline knew rude, and Fiona wasn't anywhere near that line. In fact the other girl was being quite friendly, and showing nothing other than innocent curiosity. "And your question really depends on what you mean by come out." She said, the potion sitting forgotten in the cauldron in front of her. Yes Emmeline disregarded potions enough to entirely forget about one that was bubbling in a cauldron right in front of her.
"I've been out to myself about it my whole life, there wasn't any fighting myself to try and conform to the 'normal' crap," Pretty much her whole life Em had known that she was into girls. She hadn't ever looked at guys in that way, and she knew that she was never going to, it was just how she was born and the world was going to have to get used to it. "I've never hidden it from people," She continued, running a hand through thick brown curls absentmindedly, "So they just have to accept that that's who I am and nothing they say about me being from hell is going to change that." Yes Emmeline had had some people tell her she was spawn of the devil for being the way she was, when she was younger it had bothered her, a lot more than she would ever admit to anyone, but now she just dealt with the fact that the world was full of people like that who couldn't handle anything different from their views on "right."
"But if you mean 'out' as in, when I told my parents, that's another matter entirely." Emmeline laughed, she hadn't hidden the truth from her parents throughout her childhood, but she would never know if they had known before she told them. They had never been the kind of family that talked about their feelings around the dinner table, and they had become even more distant when Emmeline got her Hogwarts letter. So if her parents had known before she told them, she didn't know about it. "I told them before my fourth year," She explained. There had been no yelling or screaming, threats or angry words from her parents when she had told them. They had just looked at her with mild interest, and a little wariness and nodded, their dark eyes careful and guarded. There was nothing unusual about her parents, they were normal people, nothing unusual about them. Her mother was a nurse, and her father an optometrist, they were just your average, everyday people, who happened to have produced a very strange daughter. She was a witch, and she was a lesbian, neither or which were "normal."
Emmeline's brother Bruce on the other hand, there was nothing out of the ordinary about him. He was just your ordinary, down the street, 14 year old boy. He played sports at school (not flying on a broomstick) and chased after girls (the way a boy like him was supposed to.) Whatever strangeness her family lacked, Emmeline definitely made up for. It was as if all the weirdness that should have been distributed evenly among the four family members had been lumped into Emmeline instead, creating an overdose of weird that radiated from her. "They took it... well enough." She said with a smile.
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Notes: Woot!! Emmeline muse!
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