Feelings are intense, Words are Trivial (EM)

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[atrb=border,0,true][atrb=style, background-image:url(http://i287.photobucket.com/albums/ll153/tokyotabby/Grey.jpg); border: solid #ffffff 4px; width: 250px; height: 650px;] Come crashing into my little world How he hated Quidditch now.. There was just something horribly demeaning about being out there with a bunch of girls.. Well actually a bunch of girls and Lucius bellowing at him to pay attention.. Did he not comprehend that it was hard to focus with HER out there just buzzing around like she didn't have a care in the world, or that he didn't that it was all just fun and games.. He could honestly feel his pulse quicken as they made another rotation he throwing the Quaffle a bit more hard than he intended. But frankly he had to she was being a moron and not listening to it seemed he or Lucius. He heard something his past him from the left looking up he caught the glitter of golden wings. HE only had a fraction of a second to veer to the left to avoid the collusion that would have seen him crack and ruin another broom. He tried to look around for Emmy's dark brown french braid, but in the rain it was next to impossible to find team mates much less specific ones..He cursed softly again to himself again as he tipped his broom handle down feeling gloved fingers slide slightly on the polished and now thanks to the rain SLICK wood.. Out of the corner of his eye almost on instinct he caught the slight movement it was just a flash not near as eye-catching as the Snitch's wing had been but it sure caught his attention.. It was the flapping of a someones chestnut braid, without thinking he flew after and caught the flash of green literally throw her leg out and catch the tail end of someones broom sending it spinning out and into the path of a bludger who knocked the yellow and black Puffle spiraling to the ground. Honestly he was proud and had it been Mason he would have cheered, but that was the problem, it wasn't Mason that was on that broom flying around like a man it was Emmelia, HIS sister out there bringing shame upon his houses male population by playing a game that was intended for boys and boys only. He slid up and was about to hiss something insulting, and instead, he was greeted with Alex's annoyed glare. Yes it seemed his sister wasn't the only one going public with their problems of Gender crises. Nope, Emmelia had a comrade in the shape of Alex who's up till Alex decided to tryout for his houses Quidditch teams was what he considered a possible good influence in Emmelia, but now they both seemed to be wandering in the question of, what they are meant to be.. Hearing a whistle blow he looked down to see his houses seeker holding a the victory in way of captured snitch in his hand ,and just like that the game ended on a positive note at least as he watched all the Green uniform's of his house.. And then he spotted her coming in looking injured, as she seemed cradled her arm. Anger fueling him a no doubt his father would be made aware of the situation as it now meant his daughter was in the infirmary and they would know why.. Which meant their father would find out that he lied That Emmelia hadn't quit the team. like he was telling his parents.. NO the moment their feet touched down on solid ground he grabbed her arm and hissed.." Why didnt' you stay at the goals like i told you... " Words like Violence breaks the Silence WORDS: TAGGED: goes here OUTFIT: goes here MUSIC: goes here NOTES I'll fill out all this tomorrow. template made by mikey is a lady killer ?! @ caution 2.0, steal it and she'll send zombie pandas to eat your brains!

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[Emmelia Analeigh Jammison]

The game. All the practicing was being put to the test, and Emmelia was in game mode. She had her hair pulled back in a long french braid so that it wouldn't get in her face as she flew around the pitch. Elijah had told her previously to just stay by the goal...what was he thinking when he said that? It was built in her to kick some ass at Quidditch, she yearned to play and loved to just toy with the boys on the field. Screw the boys saying that it was a mans sport, she could take them on any day and win with flying colors. She had such a passion for the sport and as the whistle blew she flew in a spin at the Quaffle catching it in her left arm, cradling it toward the goal.

The rain didn't bother her as she flew, sure it made it a little more challenging to have a grip on the Quaffle and her broom handle, but she enjoyed playing during any condition. She scored within five seconds of the game starting and then on the Hufflepuff Beaters were on her tail. Sending Bludgers at her from every direction and she would avoid with ease, coming close to a collision every once in a while. She knew Elijah was watching closely at her, but she attempted to get out of his vision as quickly as she could. That was all she needed was to be scolded by her brother, and on top of that he had Lucius on his side now. It was annoying her to no end but it made her play harder.

Emmelia flew past a Beater on the Hufflepuff's team who had his bat ready to swing at her, lifting her foot up with one swift motion she had him plummeting to the ground, but he got a hold of her with his bat before she could fly off. The pain erupted in her left arm and she winced muttering curses under her breath. Luckily their Seeker caught the snitch, she landed gracefully, carrying her broom in her right hand. Attempting to make her way to the Slytherin Changing Rooms without her brother coming at her. Her whole arm was in pain and just as she made it to the hall her brother caught hold of her right arm. She spinned around to look at him with a glare, "Don't tell me how I should and shouldn't play, Eli." With that she pulled away and instead of walking to the Changing Room she made her way up to the castle.

[eli]

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[Emmelia Analeigh Jammison]

"I am not fragile, Eli. I can handle myself out there, I'm a damn good player. I work harder and play just as hard if not better than half the guys on the damn field." Emmelia was hurt and devastated about what Elijah was saying. Could he not see that this was where she belonged? That flying made her free, that playing was more than just a game to her. "And I don't make a spectacle of myself, I could give a damn about what everyone thinks about me. I'm there to play. How about next time quit worrying about what I am doing and you do the same?" She knew he had been worried about her the whole time instead of playing himself, it was bloody ridiculous in her mind.

Her arm was on fire, a portion of her bone was sticking out and she winced upon looking at it. This was just going to make matters worse between them. She whipped around to face him, fire in her eyes, so this was how it was going to be. "Then how about you quit lying for me, what is daddy going to do? Beat me some more?! I've handled it all my damn life I might as well handle it a bit more! Go ahead and fucking tell him, Eli! Go ahead and have me already thrown head first from the family if that's what you want!" Tears were forming in her eyes but she bit her lip t fight them back. She was so angry at him right now and it hurt what he was saying to her.

"Can't you see how happy I am out there? Can't you see how much I enjoy myself? Why can't you just be happy for me?" She questioned him a couple of tears falling. "And I am not done flying. You can't stop me and neither can dad." She pulled away from him once more, heading up toward the castle. She was hurt and upset and angry, all she wanted to do was get Madame Pomfrey to fix her and be on with her life. She knew though that she wasn't shaking off her brother that easily though. It was going to get much worse.

[eli]

[atrb=border,0,true][atrb=style, background-image:url(http://i287.photobucket.com/albums/ll153/tokyotabby/Grey.jpg); border: solid #ffffff 4px; width: 250px; height: 650px;] Come crashing into my little world Enough Oh he had enough of this. He wasn't out there risking his neck just so she could flounce about on a broom and then embarrass him the moment he attempted give her direction. He sure as hell didn't have to give her his approval to fly, it wasn't something he agreed with, and as he looked at the damage inflicted on her hand he felt even more justified in telling her she needed to back off the Quidditch team. Simply the pitch was no place for pure blood nobility.. You didn't see Narcissa Black or Bellatrix on a broom flying about making a spectacle of themselves. They obviously knew their worth, sadly it wasn't the same for his sister.. Truthfully it was something that he blamed not only his father for, but he took a bit of responsibility of that too.. He should have fought harder for her in the beginning when they were children. His conscience was the problem now, he often ranted and berated her like his father would. But he was not at all like his father when it came to Emmelia, she knew that.. She knew that if she fought with him long enough than he would give into her demands, and do what she wanted the result was the same it was kept hidden from his father. Take for one this Quidditch thing, she had received a rather abusive howler during Dinner the night right after Lucius made the selections known. He remembered how his father's voice echoed the great hall, screaming his disgust in a daughter who didn't know how to behave in a respectful way. That Emmelia would was dishonoring them just as she had the moment she sprang from her mother... It was humiliating for not just Emmelia but it was also humiliating for him as his father compared the two against one another, sure it was something that was common at home but this was not home here they had friends, professor's and enemies looking on.. He didn't want his sister faults out there publicly for everyone's reflection.. In the end he sent a ripping hex that demolished the offensive howler mid word. But come morning the damage was done.. He received his brand new broom, and she received nothing. It was in that moment that he went against the man he swore he would never betray and who did he do it for? The one that was now standing before him bold as brass, shooting off her mouth as if she could really care two tosses about what he had done or why he was furious that she had injured herself.. " You think of no other than yourself.. Emmelia.. Sooner or later you will have to grow up and see the world does not revolve around just you, and you alone. You need to grow up and accept responsibility and the fact that with the privileges of being noble born you have obligations... " He began calmly but the moment she rubbed in his fact that she would be sent away and it would be his fault he lost it completely.. "And don't you dare attempt to hold that over me.. DON'T YOU DARE PUT IT ON MY SHOULDERS THAT YOU WOULD BE SENT AWAY..THIS IS YOUR CHOICE EMMELIA... " He ripped her broom from her hands his Brown eyes glittering with rage.. He looked as he laid it over against his thigh obvious threatening to break it in two; however in that moment he saw the look on her face, and he froze. His jaw clinched and he swallowed hard as he brought the broom back up to safety.. "I'm done trying.. If flying is all you care about than, that is all you will have. Selfish girl trade your own brother in for a broom." He threw it on the ground and turned away from her. Words like Violence breaks the Silence WORDS: TAGGED: goes here OUTFIT: goes here MUSIC: goes here NOTES I'll fill out all this tomorrow. template made by mikey is a lady killer ?! @ caution 2.0, steal it and she'll send zombie pandas to eat your brains!

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[Emmelia Analeigh Jammison]

Emmelia was finished. She couldn't stand this anymore. Her family was already finished with her, her father had made that perfectly clear. She wasn't sure if Eli had heard about the death threats her father was ensuing, but she didn't want to fuel his fire either. To her her family disowned and was preparing to get her terminated so that she wouldn't trash the family name any further than what she was doing. Perhaps she could change her name, that sounded like an amazing idea in her mind. Be able to start new and fresh, so that she could be her own person once and for all.

She could remember her father bashing her about being on the Quidditch Team. How no pureblooded woman should act in the way she was acting. Screw being a pureblooded woman who just sits around, can't speak unless spoken to, and who has no say in anything she cares about or wants to do. Oh, how she hated to be a pureblood, the hatred for her family ran through her veins like wildfire. She couldn't stand it. It hurt her even more as she fought with her brother. She knew he felt partially guilty for everything she was doing, but in truth this was all her. They couldn't have stopped it even if they tried, proof in her father attempting to beat it out of her.

"Oh, you are so right, I only think of myself. When this is what I truly love to do, sorry, I think of myself in this area." Emmelia was growling at him. "Do you not understand that I am not going to be a typical pureblooded woman. I am not going to sit around and do jack shit, not be able to speak for myself, or do what I please to do. I am going to do what I please, when I please, and speak for what I have to say. Screw being pureblooded, who cares! I'm already disowned anyways! Hasn't precious daddy mailed you the death plans arranged for me already?"

Emmelia was horrified as he grabbed her broom, which she worked her ass off for to pay. Her eyes filled with tears and she grabbed it off the ground. She didn't say another word to his next comment as she picked it up delicately. She looked at him for a minute, shaking her head slightly, as she walked solemnly up to the castle. Fuck it she was done. She was done with all the pureblooded bull shit that surrounded her.