Beauty and the Badass: Best Mates Forever
Apr 15, 2015 3:34:44 GMT
Post by Ember Stonefyre on Apr 15, 2015 3:34:44 GMT
“Aye! But only by me!” Ember beamed cheekily, always quite pleased with herself when she managed to get a good lick in on her best mate. It was a lovely feeling, like she was restaking her claim in the best friend category. Not that she needed to worry about that really… Eveleen had her and Duane and Sophia, and there was no way Sophia was taking Ember’s spot. And Duane would not look nearly as fabulous with red hair. She was feeling better now that the awkward conversation about her having desires for Sophia had been put away for the time being. She was sure it might resurface in the future, but for the moment, well… Her blush was gone.
The Gryffindor watched as Eveleen went to the window and undid the latch to let in the owl. The poor thing seemed tired, which was understandable when it had been sent with such a long package all by itself. However, Ember quickly forgot about the owl as the exact shape of the parcel hit her and she gulped, having known it was coming but hoping she would have a little bit more time to prepare Eveleen for it. She had purposely put it off, but her mother, if anything, was reliable and efficient. As much as she didn’t want her daughter flying around like a maniac, she also knew exactly how much having a broom meant to Ember, even if it was this particular one. ”Er… Yeah. You know, we always have spares just lying ‘round… ‘cause of me Da.”
Ember reached out a tentative hand, hovering and hesitating as she stared down at the brown paper that was the only barrier between her and the beast that had managed to be the only thing she was truly afraid of for the longest time. She paused, taking a moment to push her hair back behind her ears as her eyes flickered to Eveleen, knowing this was not going to go over well. She knew she should have asked her Mam to send one of the other brooms, like the Firebolt or maybe the Sideswiper… anything but this one. However, Ember also knew that her father would be greatly disappointed in her if she had asked for any other broom aside from the one he had specifically created for her. She was older now… it wouldn’t be as bad this time, at least, she hoped. ”It’s… er…”
The Gryffindor took a deep breath and pulled open the strings keeping the package shut. The paper slid away with ease as she reached one hand into it, and gently, ever so carefully, extracted the black handled broomstick with the tail that resembled blue flames. Her own name shone on the end of the handle in delicately painted silver, while the other side had the broom’s actual given name upon it, gleaming in the light of the room like some kind of monster ready to attack. Ember didn’t speak, but rather, held it out and looked down at her feet, letting Eveleen see exactly which model it was.
The Gryffindor watched as Eveleen went to the window and undid the latch to let in the owl. The poor thing seemed tired, which was understandable when it had been sent with such a long package all by itself. However, Ember quickly forgot about the owl as the exact shape of the parcel hit her and she gulped, having known it was coming but hoping she would have a little bit more time to prepare Eveleen for it. She had purposely put it off, but her mother, if anything, was reliable and efficient. As much as she didn’t want her daughter flying around like a maniac, she also knew exactly how much having a broom meant to Ember, even if it was this particular one. ”Er… Yeah. You know, we always have spares just lying ‘round… ‘cause of me Da.”
Ember reached out a tentative hand, hovering and hesitating as she stared down at the brown paper that was the only barrier between her and the beast that had managed to be the only thing she was truly afraid of for the longest time. She paused, taking a moment to push her hair back behind her ears as her eyes flickered to Eveleen, knowing this was not going to go over well. She knew she should have asked her Mam to send one of the other brooms, like the Firebolt or maybe the Sideswiper… anything but this one. However, Ember also knew that her father would be greatly disappointed in her if she had asked for any other broom aside from the one he had specifically created for her. She was older now… it wouldn’t be as bad this time, at least, she hoped. ”It’s… er…”
The Gryffindor took a deep breath and pulled open the strings keeping the package shut. The paper slid away with ease as she reached one hand into it, and gently, ever so carefully, extracted the black handled broomstick with the tail that resembled blue flames. Her own name shone on the end of the handle in delicately painted silver, while the other side had the broom’s actual given name upon it, gleaming in the light of the room like some kind of monster ready to attack. Ember didn’t speak, but rather, held it out and looked down at her feet, letting Eveleen see exactly which model it was.
