EMILY PLOT IMPORTANT YAY
(ooc: Holy crap, I can’t believe I started this in September and never finished it! Gahhh! xD Oh well, here’s the return of the mysterious silver bottle…*forebodingforeboding*
Oh, and to Hermione: I hope you don’t mind that I put you in there, our old Hermione actually helped Emily with that. If you’d like, I can take her out. :) )
The dreadful feeling of foreboding hovered over Emily like an annoying dark cloud, following her wherever she went. She felt like an unlucky character in one of those comic books that Wesley always read when he was younger. A cartoonist might as well just scribble a cloud over her head to hover over her in midair, following her everywhere like an annoying younger sibling.
Potions test Monday. Emily loathed Potions. She always crammed before each test beforehand, feeling like she was trying to shove something in a box that was too small for it. That never worked, and after each dismal test grade was slapped onto her desk by slimy, smirking Snape, her happiness sank deep into her stomach and faded away, as though someone had smacked her hard in the stomach with the full box.
After finally convincing herself that cramming no longer would work, she had decided to start studying earlier, so she could gradually fill her head with information and get more sleep the night before. It was a fantastic yet simply obvious solution, and Emily was completely ready to begin studying. She had her textbook ready, and she was ready to head to the library.
If only she could find her notes.
Emily slid open her dresser drawer and sighed when she saw the mess. Papers, broken quills, letters, sweets, and an mysterious odd-shaped pair of socks filled the drawer completely. She was reminded of stuffing a box again and sighed, knowing it would take forever to find the correct Potions notes. She sifted through crumpled up papers for a moment before deciding it would be better just to dump the contents of the drawer on the floor, spread them out, and then continue her search. With a little difficulty, Emily pulled the drawer completely out of her dresser and dumped its contents on the floor. The mess spilled all over the carpet, and a thunk of something heavy hitting the floor caught her attention.
She lifted the nasty socks with two fingers, as if picking up a spider, and moved it over. Underneath lay the familiar silver bottle that Emily had discovered back in September. She stared at it for a few seconds in amazement, shocked that she could’ve forgotten it. Hermione had told her it contained a memory, and the familiar feeling of wild curiosity flowed through her once again. What was that memory, and why was her mother so worried that it had been lost? She had to find a Penseive, and soon.
Emily put the bottle gently in her pocket, her mind already off of Potions and thinking of how she would figure out this mystery.
Oh, and to Hermione: I hope you don’t mind that I put you in there, our old Hermione actually helped Emily with that. If you’d like, I can take her out. :) )
The dreadful feeling of foreboding hovered over Emily like an annoying dark cloud, following her wherever she went. She felt like an unlucky character in one of those comic books that Wesley always read when he was younger. A cartoonist might as well just scribble a cloud over her head to hover over her in midair, following her everywhere like an annoying younger sibling.
Potions test Monday. Emily loathed Potions. She always crammed before each test beforehand, feeling like she was trying to shove something in a box that was too small for it. That never worked, and after each dismal test grade was slapped onto her desk by slimy, smirking Snape, her happiness sank deep into her stomach and faded away, as though someone had smacked her hard in the stomach with the full box.
After finally convincing herself that cramming no longer would work, she had decided to start studying earlier, so she could gradually fill her head with information and get more sleep the night before. It was a fantastic yet simply obvious solution, and Emily was completely ready to begin studying. She had her textbook ready, and she was ready to head to the library.
If only she could find her notes.
Emily slid open her dresser drawer and sighed when she saw the mess. Papers, broken quills, letters, sweets, and an mysterious odd-shaped pair of socks filled the drawer completely. She was reminded of stuffing a box again and sighed, knowing it would take forever to find the correct Potions notes. She sifted through crumpled up papers for a moment before deciding it would be better just to dump the contents of the drawer on the floor, spread them out, and then continue her search. With a little difficulty, Emily pulled the drawer completely out of her dresser and dumped its contents on the floor. The mess spilled all over the carpet, and a thunk of something heavy hitting the floor caught her attention.
She lifted the nasty socks with two fingers, as if picking up a spider, and moved it over. Underneath lay the familiar silver bottle that Emily had discovered back in September. She stared at it for a few seconds in amazement, shocked that she could’ve forgotten it. Hermione had told her it contained a memory, and the familiar feeling of wild curiosity flowed through her once again. What was that memory, and why was her mother so worried that it had been lost? She had to find a Penseive, and soon.
Emily put the bottle gently in her pocket, her mind already off of Potions and thinking of how she would figure out this mystery.