Walking into the village with her friends, Emmeline could of sworn that out of the corner of her eye she had seen Rosier come into the village as well. Shoving that thought from her head, she and her darling friends walked into one of the busy shops. Tomorrow would be Valentines Day. Oh the joy. She had remembered the talk she and Amelia had, and what Amelia had told Rosier. Goodness, Amelia. She thought to herself, You practically told him that I was expecting him to give me something already. Waving the thought away, she thought back to Valentines Day. Chuckling to herself, she had the day all planned out for herself and Amelia. The two would be either sitting in one of their rooms, or in the Common Room with ice cream. Looking out the window, she saw him again. Sighing to herself, she looked away and tried to get the image of him out of her head.
He had to give her up. He knew that. He knew, yet he didn’t know how. She’d always been there in some form or other. Rosier should have figured out the poison dreams could be. He looked down at his jacket covered arm. His father informed him he’d receive the Dark Mark soon. The only way to keep Emmeline safe now was to forget about her. Perhaps his father would arrange a marriage for him. He hoped not. Rosier’d rather stay alone. He’d fight. That’s all he was ever good at. Fighting. The main reason he was up for recruiting so early. He turned from the wire fence and walked over to a large rock just beside the forests. He took a seat and gazed up at the shack again.
If someone said that Em was as stubborn as a mule, that would probably be an understatement. She could be more stubborn than a mule. She wouldn’t let an opportunity pass her. Rosier was good at dueling, and she wanted the be taught the best. Also, she wanted answers, and if she found him, she wouldn’t let it go until she got them. No matter how much she tried, she couldn’t get the thought of Rosier off her mind. Bidding her friends goodbye, with the determination she had, Emmeline set off to look for him. Thinking of possible ways wherein he would go, she looked mostly everywhere. Almost thinking that he had gone back, Emmeline thought of one more place: The Shrieking Shack. People have been known to go there just for the somewhat solitude it had. Pulling her coat tighter around her, she set off to The Shrieking Shack place.
It was decided. No more Emmeline Vance. Rosier’s only concern would be dueling. He’d get on with his school work and duel the rest of the time until it came time to take orders from the Dark Lord. With a heavy heart, Rosier sighed and locked all feelings he’d ever had away. His pained face turned cold and hard. His cool blue eyes turned to ice as they moved away from the Shack and to the ground. He stuffed his hands in his pockets, ready to get up and return to the castle when who should he see but none other than Emmeline Vance. “Shit.”
(via lovely-little-emmeline)
