- Messages
- 148
- Blood Status
- Pure Blood
- Relationship Status
- Married
- Sexual Orientation
- Lol
- Wand
- Curly 9 1/2 Inch Unyielding Larch Wand with Thestral Tail Hair Core
- Age
- 7/2023
If there was one thing about this school that was actually going to make her presence worth it, it was the knowledge that she had at least one ally here. None of her siblings were all that important to her and so she didn't much appreciate their company. She only really paid them any attention when she was told too. At this point just knowing what house's they'd been placed in was enough for her though she did wish that Florence had been placed in any house other than Slytherin. It was bad enough that she had to share the house with some idiots as it was, she didn't need her sisters making everything worse. However, she was glad that it made things easier for her in other aspects of her life. There was really only one person in this damn school that she cared anything about. They'd only really sent owls to each other, but she felt like she knew Bothizar quite well, as he knew her. Which was a good thing, because quite frankly it was the only thing keeping her from immediately demanding to be taken out of the school. She didn't like being told to watch her siblings, but she would do what she was told even if she hated it.
Emilee had owled Bothizar not long ago, telling him that she would be at the school and to meet her in the courtyard. It was one of the only places she cared to remember from her time here a couple of years ago. Nothing had really changed and that kind of annoyed her, because she disliked the school the first time. Little firsties running amok, getting themselves into trouble, causing fights in the great hall and campaigning for other things. To say that she was glad her sisters weren't involved was an understatement. She couldn't imagine what Isla would do were she faced with the knowledge that Florence and Fiona were making fools of themselves. Emilee could see how difficult things were for their new matriarch, not that she cared. As far as she was concerned, Isla had brought it all upon herself. It was bad enough that Emilee seemed to be the only one who cared that their grandmother was dead, but no, now her family was allowing the riff raff back in. She could not wait to leave. She was about to wait on one of the seats when she caught the sight of something in the corner of her eye. Moving closer to look at it, Emilee found that it was a beetle, one commonly used in certain types of potions. She smiled slightly to herself. Might as well take the time to gather some ammo. She quickly made her way over to it and pulled out her wand, encasing the beetle in a jar. "Your life is mine."
Emilee had owled Bothizar not long ago, telling him that she would be at the school and to meet her in the courtyard. It was one of the only places she cared to remember from her time here a couple of years ago. Nothing had really changed and that kind of annoyed her, because she disliked the school the first time. Little firsties running amok, getting themselves into trouble, causing fights in the great hall and campaigning for other things. To say that she was glad her sisters weren't involved was an understatement. She couldn't imagine what Isla would do were she faced with the knowledge that Florence and Fiona were making fools of themselves. Emilee could see how difficult things were for their new matriarch, not that she cared. As far as she was concerned, Isla had brought it all upon herself. It was bad enough that Emilee seemed to be the only one who cared that their grandmother was dead, but no, now her family was allowing the riff raff back in. She could not wait to leave. She was about to wait on one of the seats when she caught the sight of something in the corner of her eye. Moving closer to look at it, Emilee found that it was a beetle, one commonly used in certain types of potions. She smiled slightly to herself. Might as well take the time to gather some ammo. She quickly made her way over to it and pulled out her wand, encasing the beetle in a jar. "Your life is mine."