Who: Emmeline Vance and Caradoc Dearborn aka Prudence, John, Melvin, and Fanny.
What: Interrogating vampires goes a little off course
Where: A dingy tavern
When: Right...now!
WARNING: SPOUSAL ABUSE DOMESTIC SQUABBLE

( We're here to offer you an alternative when it comes to choosing a side of this war )

Who: Emmeline Vance and Caradoc Dearborn
What: I don't even know anymore, they got angry for some reason. Morbid talk.
Where: Her flat
When: .........aftertheMcKinnonfuneral >>;

( Everyone dies eventually, Emmeline )

James sat in the corner of the Order house's living room, bending his shoulders in to fit against the walls. With his knees up and head pushed as far back as he could, it seemed that he was literally trying to disappear between the cracks, to become one with the stagnant, unfeeling wall. He couldn't hear the soft murmuring that was going around the house, he'd tuned himself out of that what felt like ages ago. If he dared pay attention again, it would only force him to listen to the crying and horrible mutterings of the rest of the Order. The only reason he'd left the house was to await any sort of news from the Longbottoms, who had apparently come up with a valid way to capture Travers, the fucking bastard---

"James."

His eyes lifted to stare up at Emmeline Vance, who was far too dressed up to be here.

"Why are you wearing that?" he muttered. She looked down at the green dress and sighed, pulling at the ponytail that looked like it'd been done and undone a hundred times.

"I was at Jugson's wedding when--everything."

"Oh." James looked down and across the living room to try and garner the other members' faces. He didn't want to deal with them, but felt this unnerving need to. "What?" he asked when Emmeline didn't move.

"I took a calming serum from the basement," she said quietly, "for--Anneliese, my friend? She's--Jugson, and...pregnant, and--"

"Fine."

He watched her twitch and then she turned to cross the room again, and James' gaze dropped back down to the ground. What the hell did it matter, anyway? Not like they did any sort of good any more, the Order. They'd let one of their own get taken, right out from under their noses. What was the point?

( OOC )

Anneliese Jugson.

Even after she had time to officially get use to her new name, it still made her skin tingle. Anneliese Jugson, Anneliese Jugson--- she was finally married now. There was nothing else in the world that she could possibly focus on, or even think about, beside that this was her perfect wedding and she was now, officially, married to the most wonderful man in the world. Nothing could possibly even begin to bother her, because everything was perfect. Everything from the cake all the way down to their little green favors-- she wouldn't have changed one thing. Their guests were allowed to bring home everything, placeholders, centerpieces-- anything. Of course, that was to happen after she had stated it was alright to do so, and had one of her own to keep, but even then if they went home with nothing it wouldn't bother her that much.

Anneliese sighed happily as she sat, almost in a daze. Her dress still fit beautifully, and now she finally understood why brides were so adamant about no one else wearing white to a wedding; she felt nearly divine at this point.

Oh, she really did love weddings.

No, she really did love her wedding.

And Will, she loved him too.

Blinking herself out of her own haze, Anneliese slowly turned her head to face Will. "I love you," she cooed lowly, fingers reaching to lace with his. She really, honestly did. Anyone that could put up with her hysterical self like he did just days before the wedding most definitely deserved that, at the very least. Anneliese leaned forward to gently press her lips onto his for a few seconds before pulling back to smile.


( OOC )

"Say cheese!"

Alice set the camera on its timer and rushed forward to slide under Frank's arm. The room filled with a chorus of 'CHEESE' and a loud grumbling of 'No' as the flash nearly blinded everyone in the room.

"Goodness, Alice," Emmeline Vance mumbled, pressing her hands into her eyes. Alice blinked a few times to try and rid her vision of the rainbow-colored spots and hurried (well, stumbled, wow--that flash was very bright) back to the camera to catch the picture as it fell out of the front. Swiftly, she held it up to watch it come into focus and instantly her vision was cleared. Oh, see. They were such a lovely bunch, even if a few of them hated each other.

You were allowed to hate someone and still look lovely together, Alice believed.

"Okay! Well!" She waved her free hand around, anyone who wanted to look at the picture (though she could probably make copies! Ooh--) could come up and snatch it away from her...not without a fight, of course, "Food is---"

Alice watched as the group immediately dispersed toward the food and drinks and other activities she and Frank and Marlie had managed to set up in the Longbottom's rather expanse backyard. Yes, the Order, while amazing crime fighters, also had the keenest sense of of smell and taste--or was it just they were really hungry?

Who: Emmeline Vance and Caradoc Dearborn
What: Midnight madness---flirting, facepalming, insanity, pregnancy, deathly glares. Oh, I'm not exaggerating.
Where: Emmeline's flat
When: Early Monday morning BACKDATED DUH

( You are not allowed to seduce me right now )

Who: Dorcas Meadows & Caradoc Dearborn
What: Mad public fight
Where: Order house
When: This morning

( “Unless I’m mistaken, Derek Dobbs is an actual person.” )

Alice could now say she understood why people made such a fuss over weddings.

Well, no, not really---she would enjoy having the pictures with her friends, and dancing, but everything else was really unnecessary to her. Not that it was bad, no, no it was terribly fun to dress up and see everyone else dress up, but she had never been one to seek attention. And, really, that's all a wedding was, making sure everyone in the whole world knew that the bride and groom loved each other very much. Let's show you by wearing a big white dress and snazzy tuxedo!

No, no--they could just look back at the year Frank and Alice have had as a married couple, to understand what they meant to each other. Admittedly, it wasn't as stressed as some other's may have been, thankfully, but they still had made it. A lot of people don't even get to one year, and Alice was very, very proud of them.

Of course, their marriage might be over the moment Frank found out she helped a certain Slytherin sneak into their house last night, but Alice had faith in her husband; or, at least, she had faith in her ability to produce tears on the spot, and therefore confuse her husband into forgiving her.

Hey--to make a marriage work, you have to know how to survive.

With the party in full swing, Alice made her way through the crowd, thanking people for coming and accepting compliments and all the other things a bride-again was supposed to do. It was really nice, seeing all of her friends with happy, smiling faces, as it had been such a rough year. Maybe there was a reason for weddings afters all.

Who: Emmeline Vance, Caradoc Dearborn, and Alice Longbottom for a few seconds
What: Escaping Frank Smash?
Where: Longbottom Estate, during the rehearsal dinner
Note: Spot the dazzle!

( I want to have sex, I want to have a lot of sex )

Who: Emmeline Vance & Caradoc Dearborn
What: Hogsmeade weekend!
Where: Hogsmeade xD
When: Noonish

( His grip on her waist tightened and Emmeline flushed; okay, maybe fifteen minutes. )

Who: Emmeline Vance and Caradoc Dearborn
What: Train station antics? idk
Where: King's Cross, Monday morning (a little early, shut up I've been waiting like five days)
Note: Sigh I never get to use these icons lmao

( You don't really need to go )

Who: Caradoc Dearborn and Emmeline Vance
What: He needs to explain himself
Where: Her flat

( I'm the death eater. )

Who: Emmeline Vance, Caradoc Dearborn, and a short appearance by Anneliese Rosenberg.
What: They both receive some interesting news
When: Today, around lunch
Where: Herrrr new flat

( This man was absolutely fucking insane. )

Who: Evan Rosier, Dolores Umbridge, and Caradoc Dearborn ( AKA Adrien Bassett )
What: The Valesco Virus
Where: Umbridge's Office, the Ministry
When: Right now?
Rating: PG-13, maybe R for language

( Tu etes une petite nain fou. )

Who: Caradoc Dearborn and Emmeline Vance
What: He takes stalking her to a whole new level
Where: Hogsmeade for like five minutes

( Hmm...for the sex. )