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Post by Emmelia Analeigh Jammison on Jul 19, 2011 22:46:56 GMT -5
Emmelia knew who Regulus was for, she knew he wanted to be a Death Eater. He wanted to join his ranks, and honestly it petrified her. She could see something going terribly wrong and him winding up dead. It would kill her inside if he joined the Death Eaters willingly, and took that as an actual job. All it took was for one of them to get angry with him, that's all it took, and he would be dead in a heart beat. She didn't like the idea at all, but she wasn't about to talk to him about it now either. It just wasn't the right moment to bring it up.
"You really should! It would be so much fun, and we would whoop some ass!" She told him excitedly, then smirked as she added, "Plus, it would give us a great excuse to do whatever we pleased after matches and practices. Especially in the Slytherin Changing Room." She loved putting ideas into his mind, she could watch it click and turn in his head, and she knew he loved the idea already. She couldn't help but wonder what he had done at the last party. Emmelia knew perfectly well what she was doing that night, but she had no idea where Regulus would have been. Typically they would run into each other at some point, and find a quiet place to "talk" elsewhere. Which usually wound up with them roaming the halls in the middle of the night, and having a quick one in a broom closet.
Emmelia could tell that he didn't want to talk about it and she wasn't about to press the issue any further. "Alright, well, I'm glad everything is okay." She smiled at him hoping that everything really was alright. She sat down on the couch and cuddled up to him in front of the fire. It was nice to just be here with him, to just have him close to her, kiss him when she wanted. She enjoyed the simple things in life, and that came with the joys of just being with someone you cared for.
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Post by equivocate on Jul 20, 2011 11:28:01 GMT -5
He knew some of the dangers of being involved with the Death Eaters, but then again he was a Black, what would they do to him? Nothing, he was from one of the oldest pureblood families around, and one of the most devoted to the Dark Lord. They wouldn't do anything horrible to him right? Maybe he was just being naive but he felt like he would be protected by his family's friends that had joined. Besides he was sure he could do his job successfully, he had been doing his best to prepare himself for a while now.
"I'll try out, I wouldn't mind beating those Gryffindors." He smirked, he would love to beat them and remind them just how amazing Slytherin was compared to them. "Well now I'm definitely going to have to join now." She was so good at putting these dirty ideas into his head. Though those dirty ideas always came back into his mind at the worst of times, in the middle of class when he should be taking notes. It was very embarrassing to daze off in class and then be called on by a teacher, especially when thinking those thoughts. He was quite curious as to why they hadn't run into each other at the party, hopefully she wasn't with some other guy or anything like that. It was always tempting to hook up with one of those Slytherin girls at those parties, but he had been a good boy that night and just hung out with the guys and gotten dared to do stupid stuff. Typical guy, once again. But he had missed Emmelia that night, he always enjoyed a drunken night of "talking" and cuddling somewhere and attempting to be sneaky.
At least everything was temporarily okay now that he was with her. He liked just being able to relax with her, it was nice to be able to end his day by getting to see her. He let out a sigh and looked over at the fire, this was a perfect night. "I wish we could do this all the time," he said quietly, this would be amazing if they could just cuddle, no sneaking around, just being able to relax wherever.
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Post by Emmelia Analeigh Jammison on Jul 20, 2011 12:13:06 GMT -5
Emmelia's Death Eater initiation wasn't a great one what so ever. She was so against it and her father forced her into it. That Dark Lord was pleased to having another Jammison on his hands, but she wasn't ready. It wasn't that she disagreed with the Dark Lord or actually was on a side, she just didn't want to kill anyone. She hated using Dark Magic for the simple fact that one of the curse's was used against her all the time as a child and even up to now. It was a horrible situation for her to be in and especially with her first assignment they had given her. They knew how she was, so why did they want use for her?
"I thought that might get you to play." Emmelia smirked and winked. She knew him a little too well. If it involved them both after hours, in some secluded place, she knew he was always up for it. Then again she was as well. Emmelia just felt so right and perfect when she was with him, and the sneaking around only made it that much more perfect, and exciting. She would sit there in class and just day dream about their encounters, sometimes she would get called on to answer a question, which she just attempted to answer with what she could. Yet, somehow she always day dreamed of him, it made her heart skip a beat every time she remembered what they've done. It never got old to her.
Emmelia leaned up and kissed his jawline before cuddling against his chest. It was where she was supposed to be. She loved every bit of it, even if they just cuddled on a couch. "There's a lot of things I wish I could do with you all the time." She told him and closed her eyes, enjoying this moment with him. There was something about him that just made her feel so alive. Made her feel like the world couldn't touch her. She never wanted that feeling to end.
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