Beauty and the Badass: Best Mates Forever

Ember moved forward as Eveleen spoke, pulling the last, biggest wooden piece of her broom from her pocket. She gazed down at it, the silver name of her broom etched upon it still. A single tear fell and she gripped the piece of wood tightly, the end of the broom handle... The place she had held onto so many times. And yet, there was no way she could bury the broom without this one piece... It had to be buried as whole and complete as possible, it was only right. So, though it was extremely difficult, ember kissed the wooden chunk and gently laid it to rest on top of the others in the hole. Her fingers lingered, hovering over it for a moment, before she rose and stepped back again.

The Gryffindor bowed her head, watching as Eveleen lit the candle and said a pray for her sweet, dear, lost broomstick. Her heart landed with sadness, and yet, as Eveleen returned to her, Ember couldn't help but let out a little smile. She tossed her arm over the Ravenclaw's shoulder and leaned, kissing her beloved best mate right on her bandaged cheek. Thank you, that was beautiful. He would have been honored to hear it." She stated, squeezing Eveleen to her and nuzzling at her face with her nose.

"I still can't believe you beat the shit out of that fucker." Ember admitted, grinning a bit. Eveleen was normally so... Well, it was usually Ember doing the bashing of people who messed with others. The fact that Eveleen had stormed up to Ravenclaw tower and taken the boy out before Ember had even been able to finish telling her exactly how Morgan had blown up her broomstick was definitely a credit to their friendship. She had known Eveleen wasn't a wuss, but she hadn't known she could fight like that. And now the whole school knew it as well. Morgan had spent three days in the hospital wing recovering from his injuries, and that was only because there was magic to help heal him. Eveleen had gotten detention of course... Quite a few actually, but Hogwarts had a strict no fighting policy, even if it was trying to defend your best mate's honor.

Sighing, Ember waved her wand, allowing the dirt to fall over the pile of wood in the hole. They had been smart enough to do it up against the small stone she'd where the balls were kept, giving them a good place to turn the area in the wall above the hole into a bit of a grave marker. They had already carved it there... 'Nimbus. May you soar forever more in the great sky beyond ours.'

the Gryffindor turned her head, first to look at the sky, and then at Eveleen. Did Duane really poison his food? Also, I owe you chocolate for having finished your first ever full week's worth of detentions."

”Oh, I guess I’ll just give these away to someone else then…” Ember teased, holding up a little white bag she’d pulled from her back pocket. She wiggled it slightly in front of Eveleen’s face, the sound of chocolate shifting against paper obvious. She let her arm drop, knowing there was no way she was going to be giving the sweets away to anyone but Eveleen. She had them left over from the last Hogsmeade weekend, the first real one of the spring. Though, despite it being rather impossibly pleasant during the day now, it did get quite chilly once evening hit, so heading inside now was probably the best of ideas. Especially since her best mate couldn’t stand the cold at all. “Hmmm, I suppose he’s alright then. Your boyfriend.”

The Gryffindor chewed on the word. She had gotten much more used to the idea of Eveleen being attached to a person other than herself, but she still occasionally had difficulties coming to terms with the fact that she was no longer the Ravenclaw’s favorite person at the school. Then again, Duane seemed to make Eveleen impossibly happy, at least, at times like right now when she spoke so highly of him. It made Ember glad, to know things appeared to be going well for the odd pair. Especially if the boy was willing to maybe or maybe not have put a semi-poisonous plant in that wanker, Morgan’s, food.

Ember sighed, her arm locking tighter around Eveleen, pulling her slightly possessively closer against her side, her other hand hooked into her front pocket by her thumb, the white bag dangling from her fingers now. ”Boys are overrated. Are you sure you wouldn’t rather be with some impossibly charming red haired chick?” The lion asked, sounding completely and utterly serious. She leaned, getting her mouth impossibly close to Eveleen’s ear before whispering. ”Cause girl, those elbows.”

Reaching up, Ember pressed at the great oak doors to the castle. The walk from the pitch never took very long. It was the one all the way up the stairs to the seventh floor that was a bit tedious, however, she and Eveleen had to do it every single day just to get back to their towers. Ember didn’t mind it really, it would help keep her legs fit while she waited for her mother to send along her other broomstick. She couldn’t believe it had been over a week since she’d flown at this point… It made her stomach hurt just thinking about it. Her poor stomach. Oh god, what would happen to her abs if her broom didn’t come soon? She didn’t even want to think about it… It would be conceited. And yet, she was impossibly fond of her core muscles… She had purposely not told Eveleen the broom was on it's way though, knowing that the Ravenclaw might not exactly have the best of reactions to something even more dangerous than the Nimbus had been.

”With wrists like these, honey, you could be cured of such a terrible condtion.” Ember laughed, happily accepting Eveleen’s nuzzles and trying to keep herself from going up the stairs too fast. Eveleen’s legs were shorter than hers, and there had been occasions when she’d looked back to find her best mate still near the bottom. She reached her other hand over, ruffling her fist into the top of Eveleen’s head, still clutching the bag of chocolates. ”Step child? I’ll show you step child!” The Gryffindor stopped walking, shifting her arm upwards, placing it around Eveleen’s neck and pressing down on her, gently so as not to hurt her, but powerful enough to really give her a proper noogie.

Ember released Eveleen after a few moments, bolting up the stairs ahead of her until she reached the top. She gazed downwards, hands on her hips. She sauntered slightly, like she was purposely trying to tease the Ravenclaw. ”Besides, there are plenty of gorgeous beings who would want my loving!” She shouted, not afraid of who heard because she and Eveleen both knew it was a joke. Ember hadn’t so much as held hands with a boy since, well… Around the beginning of fifth year when she’d made out with that one kid whose name she couldn’t remember after winning a Quidditch match. He had been quite the sloppy kisser though, much too wet and an overload of tongue, which she was not particularly fond of in her mouth. The Gryffindor had come to face with the idea that she scared most boys off, too outgoing for them… That, and usually they hated it when a girl could outdo them physically. And she was too much in the closet to attract any girls. She had never seen any point in coming out of it really. Eveleen, she was pretty sure, knew, even if all they ever did was joke around and that was enough for Ember. At least, it used to be… She wasn’t so sure lately though.

Not since she’d cuddled with Sophia in the gamekeeper’s hut right after her broom had been destroyed. But then again, it didn’t matter anyway, because the Gryffindor was absolutely, one hundred percent certain, the Hufflepuff was as straight as Eveleen.

But still, Ember’s smile faltered as she thought about it, but only for a moment. She was having too much fun goofing with Eveleen to dwell on sad things today, even if they were dedicating time to honor her dear, sweet, Nimbus’s lost life. ”But… I shall win thy heart, fair lady, if I must battle for it!” Ember proclaimed, extending one arm upwards, though usually it would have had a broom on the end of it.

"I shall fight him gallantly for your hand!" Ember laughed, throwing her head back, as Eveleen leaned against the wall, absolutely loving it when her best mate got goofy in public. There was almost nothing better than spending a day with Eveleen, whose antics always managed to cheer Ember up even when she was in the worst of moods. Right now, the Gryffindor’s heart was aching with the loss of her broom, and there were a thousand things going through her head all at once that needed sorting out, but none of it mattered as Eveleen bolted up the stairs. The feelings of joy Ember was having, those were what counted at the moment, not the bad ones hiding inside her behind her happy, smiling face.

”Oh, my lady! What a scandalous proposition!” Ember feinted shock as Eveleen took her hands and wiggled her eyebrows in that way she did. It was an impossibly attractive, and funny, movement, indicating more than there was between them to the other students who happened to be within listening distance. The absolute best way, to tell if your best mate was really your best mate, was if they made others think you were gay for each other.

Ember raised her free arm in the air, skipping along and actually having to try to keep up with Eveleen this time. ”To the bed chamber! I shall make sweet, sweet love to you, my dearest Lady Eveleen! May we break the walls like last time!” Another token of being best friends, was also shouting obscene things that could embarrass the other half of your platonic-pair. Ember was particularly good at that, not afraid to joke about such things like she was to actually discuss them in an adult manner. The Gryffindor was practically panting by the time they managed to get up to the Ravenclaw tower door, solve the riddle, and through the common room, heading straight for the absolute sanctuary of Eveleen’s bed.

Once there, Ember flopped backwards, kicking off her sneakers and spreading her arms, eyes closed, relishing the coolness of the blanket against her skin. Her legs dangled, kicking slightly. ”I think we may have made a second year faint this time…”