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Emily Madison

🏄‍♀aussie🏄‍♀adopted🏄‍♀️friendly🏄‍♀meddler🏄‍♀️
 
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OOC First Name
Rowan
Blood Status
Unknown
Relationship Status
Single
Sexual Orientation
Straight
Wand
Curly 12 Inch Swishy Ivy Wand with Mermaid Scale Core
Age
3/2035 (27)
((Yellow, open after Vader Hume))

Emily's final delivery was for a blessedly familiar name, and she was excited for the opportunity to catch up with her classmate again. Knowing where she was most likely to track down Vader, Emily was on her way downstairs to where all the Accio kids hung out when her journey was cut short, Vader's face revealing itself as she rounded a corner. "VADER!" Emily called out in delight, hurrying down the corridor to catch up with her friend and putting an arm around him in greeting. "I've got a rose for you!"
 
Vader heard his name be called loudly, and some coming up behind him. He knew who it was from what they said, he rubbed his eyes tiredly, focusing on Emily, "Really?" he said, he couldn't help it, he'd received more than enough roses already. Vader yawned slightly but looked towards her, keen to see this final rose and who it could be from.
 
"Yep!" Emily said cheerfully, glancing at Vader as she pulled the rose from her basket. "Are you okay? You look wiped." She commented, before handing the bright yellow rose and its attached message over. "This is for you!"

Vader,
Don't let people get to you. You are an amazing leader.
~ Accio Staff Member
 
Vader nodded at her question, "I'm fine," he said quickly, "Just busy," he almost said stressed but settled to say he was busy. That seemed easier, and given that he worked for accio and this day in general, it would make sense. He took the rose and the note as it was handed to her. He opened up the note and read it, a little surprised by the words inside it. It felt nice that someone thought he was good at what he did, he was so often filled with a pressure that he was useless, that he couldn't do anything, that he was an awful leader, but for a moment he could just bask in the note and the thought that someone thought he was good. "Thanks Emily," he spoke softly still looking at the note, the reassurance from the note and the pressure removed from his shoulders for a moment about if he was any good, made him feel all the more tired, his bones heavy, but he had so much to do, and this person would take back their statement if he wasn't perfect at the valentines.
 

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