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Post by EMMELIA JAMMISON on Aug 2, 2011 23:47:57 GMT -5
 Emmelia Jenelle Jammison couldn't wait to get off work. It was a boring day, she had to catch up on all the paperwork from previous trips. Her last trip was to China for the Chinese Fireball Dragon, to take a count on how many are actually in China, the sex count, which needed to be under constant surveillance and so on. It was a drag, she couldn't stand paperwork, she would much rather get up close and personal. Within the week she was going to Sweden to take records on the Swedish Short-Snout.
She apparated to Diagon Alley as soon as she got off, wearing a short black dress underneath her black cloak. Her long blonde hair was down and wavy as always as she walked in her light gray pumps along the cobblestone. Her hood was up as she walked and entered a small teashop at the corner. She ordered a cup of tea and sat down in a secluded corner. She took off her cloak and sat it on the back of her chair.
Sitting down she began to read the Daily Prophet, not noticing who all was coming in and out of the shop. The news was such a bore lately, Lord Voldemort was back and the idiots thinking that he wasn't needed a reality check. It annoyed her really, people had no idea what was going to come at them. Taking a sip of her tea she glanced up and practically choked at the man coming through the door.
Reaper Montague, he was one of her good friends throughout Hogwarts, but they hit a rough spot during his Seventh Year. She could barely remember what it was over, but in the end they never talked since. She saw him a couple years ago at her parents party, where all the Death Eaters were invited. Reaper showed up and needless to say things were awkward.
Emmelia glanced back down at the paper, knowing he didn't notice her in the back. She could hear the door open indicating he entered the shop and she swallowed hard. Taking another sip of her tea she read the paper some more, but was hardly paying any attention.
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Post by reaper on Aug 3, 2011 0:13:39 GMT -5
Reaper wasn't even sure what he was doing in the tea shop, Diagon Alley wasn't somewhere he usually made himself known. It was no more than a stop through to Knockturn Alley for him, however today he'd felt the need for a change...exactly what kind of change he wasn't sure. He hoped to figure it out as he entered the quaint little shop and found a seat in the back of the room.
Usually he wore a hooded cloak, however his intended stop in the shop had made him where the hood down, revealing his face to all. He sighed as he ordered a cup of coffee, leaning back in the squeaky chair as he did. When the waitress brought it to him he downed it in seconds, looking around the shop as he did. What in the world was he doing here?
He was about to stand up and leave when he spotted a familiar face out of the corner of his eye. Reaper laughed to himself as he watched her, she seemed to be keeping her paper close to her face as she read...perhaps avoiding contact with someone? Reaper shook his head as he watched her, a small smile spreading across his face. He could remember the exact moment when things had gone wrong in his friendship with Emmelia Jammison.
Reaper had made the horrible mistake of asking the wrong girl to their final dance at Hogwarts. In all honesty he could careless who he had taken, however Emmelia had other ideas. Although the two had never been exclusive through their lifetime of knowing each other...something had always been there, something Reaper had always ignored. The day he'd made it final to her that it was nothing more than a friendship to him by asking another girl to the dance, was the first day he'd ever lied to her. Reaper watched her now, a sarcastic smirk on his face as he ordered another coffee and decided to stay.
((Kinda just made up a reason they had a fall out...if its not ok let me know I'll edit (: )) |
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Post by EMMELIA JAMMISON on Aug 3, 2011 0:24:00 GMT -5
There was always some sort of tension between Reaper and her. Emmelia would watch as he would date girls, use them for his enjoyment, then disregard them like they were nothing else. The day they fell through was when he took another girl to the school dance. He was one of her best friends at school and even lied to her about it. She never lied to him and he never lied to her, that's how things worked between them. But when she saw him with another girl on his arm at the dance, her heart practically shattered. Not only did he have a date, but he also lied to her.
Emmelia was practically scowling at the paper at the memory. She closed her eyes for a moment regaining some composure and put the paper down. She could feel his eyes on her, it was evident that he spotted her in here. What was he doing in here anyways? Knockturn Alley was the place for the Death Eaters, not Diagon Alley. She found it odd to see him here of all places. She glanced out the window which looked out onto the streets of Diagon Alley.
She had to suck up her pride and talk to him at some point. With a long sigh she glanced at the waiter and ordered another tea. Once it came she looked at the steaming cup for a moment, folding up her paper. She took a sip of her tea and finally looked over at him. She almost couldn't help but give a small smile his way. It was good to see him regardless of what happened to them. She missed him and seeing him was like a breath of fresh air.
Emmelia waved him over so that he could sit across from her. She wondered how he was doing. What he was up to these days. Sure, she still thought he was as handsome as ever, that sexual tension would most likely never die between them, but she knew nothing would possibly happen between them.
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Post by reaper on Aug 3, 2011 0:31:26 GMT -5
Reaper watched her, the smirk never leaving his face as he sipped his coffee. When she put down the paper and acknowledge him he grinned even wider, feeling some sort of relief that he had won whatever contest they had going. Who could hold out the longest? He stood and walked over to her, sitting across the table from her with the smirk still on his face. "How long has it been Emmelia?" He asked, his eyes looking her over.
Emmelia had always been beautiful and Reaper had always held more in his heart for her than friendship, but playing was something he loved and Emmelia didn't want to play the same games. He took a sip of his coffee as he waited for her response, his eyes never leaving hers. "I saw your parents a few days ago actually, they seem to be doing well for themselves..." His eyes flashed as he watched her, they'd informed him of her choice in becoming a part of the ministry...he didn't approve in the least.
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Post by EMMELIA JAMMISON on Aug 3, 2011 0:39:01 GMT -5
Games. It was all about games with the bloke sitting in front of her now. Which was why their friendship never really progressed into something more. She didn't like to play games, so to speak. Then again that was in the past as well. She learned some games when she entered the real world, and she could get really good at playing games. If only Reaper knew how much she really had changed since Hogwarts. She smiled at him as he sat there and spoke. The way he spoke was almost like music to her ears, it sounded good to just ear him again.
"It's been quite some time, Reaper. A little too long, in my opinion." She told him a little smirk on her lips. She watched him, and needless to say she was glad that he was still living. She knew the risks of being a Death Eater, after all she lived with them all for the most part.
She bit her bottom lip nervously as he told her about seeing her parents. Running a hand through her hair she looked out the window with a small sigh. Looking back at him she said, "Let me guess, they told you about my recent job at the Ministry, and how they disapprove." She took a sip of her tea and shook her head, "It's nothing big really. I travel and study dragons. I don't get why they hate it so much...but then again I know you probably don't approve either."
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Post by reaper on Aug 3, 2011 0:57:02 GMT -5
Reaper watched her carefully, raising one eyebrow at her as she spoke of how much time had passed. "Far to long," He admitted, smiling at her flirtatiously now. "If I didn't know any better Em I'd say you missed me?" He gave her a small wink as he said it before continuing on to more pressing matters.
"Disapprove is an understatment," He said as he watched her, shaking his head slightly. He looked around quickly before he spoke again, lowering his voice as he did "Are you using your position there in any way to secure the safety of your family?" He asked, hinting at the possibility that her intentions in the ministry were a pure strategy in favor of the Dark Lord. "And no I do not approve...if we had gotten married you sure as hell wouldn't be working there." Their casual conversation had gone from a greeting between old friends to a small argument rather quickly as Reaper brought up the small hope that her parents and his grandmother had held between them for years. Although their relationship had never progressed into anything more than friends, the hint had always been there from their elders.
When the waitress approached once again to ask them if they wanted refills Reaper waved his hand at her to leave them alone. "Where will you stand when they come after your family Em?" He raised an eyebrow at her, angrily this time as he watched her, "What will you do if they catch me?"
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Post by EMMELIA JAMMISON on Aug 3, 2011 1:07:41 GMT -5
Emmelia practically melted as he winked at her. He knew just how to get her, how to make her think that things could possibly progress between them. She snickered and shrugged her shoulders nonchalantly, "Maybe just a little." Her smirk grew as she looked at him. So the games began.
Emmelia listened as he talked. "I may have other intentions for being there, but mainly for the reason of getting paid." She didn't wan to rely on her parents money forever, and she did worry about their safety. Then again knowing the dragons and their behavior could give the Dark Lord a possible advantage as well. "If we were married I wouldn't have this job. I wouldn't even think about having it." She told him honestly. It was the truth, she would have gladly turned down the position, become a housewife if they had gotten married. She didn't want to fight with him, but she knew he was more than displeased with her choosing.
Emmelia's parents and his grandmother had always suggested them getting married. It was always a suggestion on the table for them to have just in case, but they never took it to the next level. Emmelia frowned at his last comment. "My family I'm not sure what I would do, Reaper." She glanced down at her half empty cup of tea adding, "If they caught you though...I wouldn't let them take you away." He meant a lot to her. He always had, more than her family ever did.
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Post by reaper on Aug 3, 2011 1:22:27 GMT -5
Reaper watched as his words seem to hit her and fill her with several different emotions, he could see it in her eyes how much she cared for him as well as how much he seemed to be hurting her. He shook his head, "I sincerely hope that your intentions are for the Dark Lord and not the Minister" He whispered, watching her with narrowed eyes. Emmelia and her family had always been there for him, especially after the night his father ruined their family forever. Emmelia had made it a point to never mention the night to him, letting him move on and pretend that it never happened. Reaper sincerely hoped that the girl he'd known that had kept that secret was still a part of the woman in front of him...a woman who worked for the enemy.
He laughed and nodded softly at the mention of her being a housewife, "You would have been better suited staying at home and raising tomorrow's death eaters with me." He smirked at her, knowing a reference of them having children would get to her a little...perhaps more than a little. He also knew that the reference to her not working and staying at home as a housewife was something she didn't actually want...more of something she would have accepted for him.
He watched her silently as the realization that she was as ministry worker sitting across from a known death eater sank in, "What would you do to stop it?" He asked, raising one eyebrow at her, "...lose your job over a death eater?" He shook his head at her, doubting she would.
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Post by EMMELIA JAMMISON on Aug 3, 2011 1:34:18 GMT -5
Frankly, Emmelia hated the Minister of Magic. She couldn't stand him, he was pompous, was completely clueless about everything, and he was rude as hell. "The Minister is not who I take commands from, Reaper." She practically stated her hatred for the man flat out. She would gladly take orders from the Dark Lord opposed to anyone in the Ministry. Everyone there was stuck up, she just enjoyed her line of work, that was the only reason she was there.
Emmelia took a sip of her tea and as she swallowed she practically choked on his next statement. Swallowing hard she looked down at her hands around her cup, biting her bottom lip softly. Looking up at him she ran a hand through her hair and said, "I would have to agree."
Emmelia knew plenty of places to hide from the Ministry, knew exactly when and where to move those she cared about away so they couldn't touch them. She would do anything for those she cared for, if Reaper didn't know that by now, where did their friendship even lie? She had been there for him when no one else was, when his father killed his mother and crashed his world. She never talked about it with him, but she was there for him, comforted him wordlessly. She made it seem like it never happened.
"Yes, I would." Emmelia told him looking him straight in the eye. For him she would. There was no doubt in her mind that she would throw it all away for him. She may not want to be a housewife, but she would agree to it and accept it. She loved doing what she was doing, but the Ministry made her look worse.
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Post by reaper on Aug 3, 2011 1:49:22 GMT -5
Reaper raised one eyebrow at her again, so the minister didn't order her around...but neither did the one who should, Lord Voldemort. "Who do you take orders from them Em?" He watched her carefully, no longer accepting refills of coffee as if their conversation were to draw to a close any moment. His eyes stayed locked on hers as he waited for her answer. Reaper wanted nothing more than to go back in time and change the decision he had made that day of the dance, take Emmelia instead...he wondered how different their lives would be if he had.
He shook his head as if trying to move the thoughts from it, "Would you ever join this side?" He asked his voice low enough for only her to hear. Although he cared for her greatly Reaper could never see himself carrying on anything from a friendship to a romantic relationship with someone who was not a death eater, or close to becoming one.
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Post by EMMELIA JAMMISON on Aug 3, 2011 1:56:44 GMT -5
Emmelia wondered what things would have been like if he took her to the dance instead. If he didn't lie to her. Would everything be different? She couldn't help but ponder at the idea. She was staring at her coffee with a very serious look upon her face.
She allowed his words to sink into her. She had considered it before, more than once. She was just afraid to actually commit to it. She wasn't the type of person to go around killing people, unless the did actual harm to her. She agreed with the Dark Lord on many things, she supported him and the Death Eaters. The only reason why she considered a different route was because of the abuse her father put her through. Emmelia still had to cover the multiple scars from him.
Emmelia glanced up at him, looking into his eyes. She could fall into them, they entranced her. "I have always supported him..." She kept her voice low, not saying his name in public. "I'm just...weary of joining...I've considered it countless times...I just haven't really pushed myself through." She shook her head lightly.
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Post by reaper on Aug 3, 2011 2:04:23 GMT -5
Reaper shook his head, pulling on the sleeves of his cloak as he watched her. He revealed the tip of a tattoo on his left arm that she would recolonize, he gave her a small flirtatious smirk. "It doesn't hurt one bit to do whats right love, not one bit." The evilness that was Reaper Montague was something most people had trouble grasping on a daily basis. Although he spent time around hundreds of wizards, there was very little any one of them knew about him. Even Emmelia, although once his best friend and almost love interest did not know of the evil things that ran through the man's mind daily.
Reaper believed in nothing more or less than pure blood seniority. He believed that the wizarding world, without muggles and those who had stolen magic from pure bloods was the only way to truly live. Being a part of the ministry, regardless of how much she hated the minister of magic himself, made Emmelia in Reaper's opinon a traitor to the pure blooded world. Unless, she gave in and became a dark wizard herself. "What makes you question him?" He asked her, his hand moving across the table and towards her, the dark mark on his arm almost seeming to move by itself as his arm inched forward. He kept his eyes on hers, a smirk across his face.
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Post by EMMELIA JAMMISON on Aug 3, 2011 2:11:46 GMT -5
Becoming a Death Eater meant becoming one with the Dark Arts. Emmelia wasn't such a huge fan of it...her father scarred her with that one. She could remember the first time he used the Cruciatus Curse on her, could remember her screaming in pain for him to stop, and it seemed to have continued for ages. That was why she didn't like Dark Magic, that was why she couldn't particularly stand her father.
Emmelia knew that there had to be a darker side to Reaper, but she tried to push that as far away as possible. "I know it doesn't hurt." She glanced at the mark, she knew how it looked all too well. It intrigued her actually, made her curious. The way that it seemed to move...
She glanced down at his hand for a moment, almost touching hers on the table. Looking at him she seemed afraid to tell him what was going on through her mind. "I don't question him, Reaper. I question myself." What would make her such a great asset to him in the first place? She was timid in using the Dark Arts. What would make her so useful?
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Post by reaper on Aug 3, 2011 20:27:47 GMT -5
He watched her in silence for a moment before he spoke again, "Questioning yourself is questioning him...the dark lord and the mission hes on is the only true way to be a witch or wizard." He stated it as a plain and simple fact, he knew that the dark lord would overpower the ministry some day...and the wizard world would be rid of half-breeds once and for all.
Reaper smirked evilly at her, "Choosing the Dark Lord's side will ensure that you are victorious when he is Em." He gave her another once over...he'd forgotten in their years apart how beautiful she was, "In all honesty love, your job at the ministry could be of great use to him...to all of us." He looked around for a moment to make sure no one had started to eavesdrop on them before he continued, "No one really knows for sure who is a death eater and whose not..."
With that said, he nodded towards the waitress who had been serving them drinks during their time in the shop. The woman was eying their table suspiciously, more so him than Emmelia. "She thinks I'm a death eater...perhaps even knows my name, but she doesn't have proof Em...its all speculation." He looked back at his friend once more evil smirk still plastered on his face, "No one has to know what side your really on."
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Post by EMMELIA JAMMISON on Aug 3, 2011 20:40:38 GMT -5
Emmelia was growing nervous, tucking her hair behind her ear she kept staring at her tea. "I don't think I have the ability to bring harm to someone else...that's the reason why I am skeptical of joining...it's not that I am skeptical of what is going on, because I am fully aware that he is the right side to be on." She whispered. The abuse was what made her so skeptical. Because she knew exactly how it felt to be under the spell. It made her even more nervous just thinking about it.
She looked up at him taking in what he had said. "I'll think about it, let's table it for now." She knew that being on the Dark Lords side was the correct choice. The only thing she was worried about was having to really harm someone. She sighed lightly, and said, "I know no one will know, that's honestly the last thing that I am worried about."
Emmelia glanced over at their server staring intensely at them. Mainly on Reaper, which made her a little angry. How dare she judge him? She looked back over at Reaper and smiled a little. "You give off that persona, Reaper." She chuckled a little. He truly was handsome, possibly more so now than she remembered. It wasn't just his looks that she was hopelessly attracted to, it was his personality, and the way he carried himself. When he entered the shop she watched the whole room turn, he was that presentable.
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