Too Much Sexy. [Emma]

[Emilia L. Mcinnis]

Emilia left the Gryffindor girl's dorm, it was just after curfew, okay it wasn't. She strolled right on out of the common room. She started to skip towards the Ravenclaw common room to sneak in and meet her woman, Emma. Okay, Okay, Emma wasn't her woman, Emma was actually her best friend. who was obviously placed in the wrong house on purpose to separate the two. Honestly it was an entire conspiracy so these two wouldn't have met but they ended up meeting and falling in best friend love with each other during second year.

It was a bit of a walk to the Ravenclaw room even though she was skipping and she had a rather good song stuck in her head that she had heard on the radio over break. Why it suddenly popped into her head? reasons were unknown.

"We sing together out of key
Although we try it seems we just can't find our harmony
We just don't fit each others frequencies "

she was rather quiet singing at first, not because she was self conscious of her voice. she thought her voice was good enough not to make people's ears bleed and that's all that mattered. She paused for a moment to try to remember the lyrics
"That makes you out of reach
And I am finally accepting that " she sang a little louder. Emilia was starting to get into it. Singing out loud in her own little world.

"About you and me," she pointed to an imaginary friend next to her " it's plain to see
We only ever want to stay inside and watch TV
Because that's just as good a memory
You're just good company
And I am finally accepting that" Emilia spun around with her arms wide open before continuing to skip down the hall. by now, she was singing at the top of her lungs. Couldn't really blame her, it was and worth of making herself look like a fool if anyone was watching.
Suddenly she stopped skipping and got on one knee. "Remember the time when we stole the whole day?" quickly she got up and turned around, hunching her back in a rather evil way. "And nobody knows it; we took it away" almost instantly she turned around with her left arm in the air stretched out and her right arm stretched down. "And it will be forever mine" she pointed to herself "And it will be forever yours " she pointed to the imaginary friend again. "Now we own the night and it can't be undone
We'll never forget how it feels to be young
'Cause it will be forever mine
And it will be forever yours "
Now, Emilia wasn't skipping. she started to cartwheel down the hall, her tank top would go up..well down when she, herself was upside down. she did that for a while until feeling sick and deciding to end.

"Come on darling, have some indecency
You know there's nothing you could say that would embarrass me
I heard a song tell me that talk is cheap
But it's all you do with me
And I am finally accepting that " by now Emilia was singing her high soprano like voice through the empty halls of Hogwarts. while dancing quite conspiracy to the song. well she thought so anyways. She body just kinda moved to it, minus the cartwheels, she did that on her own. hell, she thought of doing that down the staircase... decided that dying would be bad.

"It's just our routine, we try and dream
And buy the things we said we'd buy when we got more money " she sang while doing a snap walk with it. It would have looked perfect is she hadn't almost tripped over her own feet while trying to do it.
"All in the name of making memories" pausing for a moment
"That's what you want with me
And I am finally accepting that " belting out the last part as she approached Her 'woman's house. that's when she realized she wasn't wearing any shoes... "oops" she laughed at herself. Suddenly, a problem accrued... how exactly was she going to get Emma to let her in?

Mating call.

Emilia and Emma were so close, they had a mating call.. It sounded like a mix of a walrus, giraffe and a whale....

It was rather... unattractive.. some would say. but it didn't matter to them. They new exactly what it was about. It was basically their way of saying "hay sexy mama, come on over here and give me attention"

[Emma McCoy]

Emma was expecting Emilia. Despite the fact that people from different houses were not supposed to be in each other's houses, Emma and Emilia had done it plenty of times. Emma thought it was cruel that the girls be separated into different houses. In all honesty, Emma wasn't even sure how she and Emilia had begun to hang out in the first place! Even though she supposed that Emilia could have potentially been in Ravenclaw, Emma had no chance ever of being a Gryffindor. When the Sorting Hat had been on her head, it was torn between Slytherin and Ravenclaw. Did that make her an evil genius? She'd like to think so.

Emma sat in the Ravenclaw common room, utterly bored and therefore drinking firewhiskey in a wine glass (she had brought the wine glass to Hogwarts intentionally) while sitting in front of the fireplace, being mesmerized by the flames. Drinking Firewhiskey straight was never recommended, but Emma enjoyed it. It had been horribly disgusting at first, but she had become accostomed to it and also enjoyed forcing it down other people's throats as well. Emma looked very distinguished sitting in her chair in front of the fireplace, but didn't really look the part. She was wearing a top that could have almost been mistaken for lingerie considering it was practically a corset, and she wore ripped jeans and mismatched socks. Only the best for Emilia. However, as Emma's eyes darted to the clock, she was wondering where her friend would be.

Then it struck her - how was she supposed to get into Ravenclaw tower? She wasn't a Ravenclaw herself! Nor was there an actual password. In order to get into Ravenclaw tower, one must answer some sort of riddle. Emma jumped out of her chair in realization, only to stumble forward and spill her drink into the fire which caused the fire to become bigger. Emma supposed that she drank more than she had anticipated.

The moment she stood up, she also heard the familiar coo of her and Emilia's mating call. Emma happily returned the mating call as loudly as she could (much to the displeasure of some who were still in the common room, although they were filtering away rather quickly at this point) and ran to the door. She opened the door and saw Emilia standing there.

"Being a good hooker and just standing there waiting for me to fetch you, are you?" Emma asked jokingly. She didn't exit through the doorway as she didn't really think she'd have the mind to figure out a riddle to get back in. She dug into her pockets and grabbed a couple of Knuts before throwing them at Emilia. "Take your money and get in!"

If Emma had her way, she would have at that point turned around and entered the common room, slamming the door behind herself in a dramatic fashion. However, she needed to keep the door open for Emilia. How needy.

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[Emilia L. Mcinnis]

Emilia didn't stand there very long until the door opened. She nodded sexily at Emma and blew a kiss at her. as if she was trying to pick her up. "How else am I going to get money for hogsmeade?" she winked awkwardly. Emilia stood there for a moment, trying to be sexy as if she was a hooker trying to get money. She ran her hand through her hair and smirked.

the moment the money came flying at her, she caught it "ahh! my eye!" she screamed dramatically as held her eye as if she actually got hit there. "WOMAN! why you no in kitchen?" Emilia asked jokingly of course before following Emma into the Ravenclaw common room. It was filled with blue and silver colored objects of course. those colors were the colors of the house so why would the common room be any other colors? That's just be ridiculous!

Emilia made her way towards the couch. Walking was for losers. She cartwheeled the entire time. she was planing to stop before the couch but didn't, and this last time, her wrist gave out from under her causing her to fall to the hard ground. she landed on her hip in which she instantly shouted "HELP I'VE BEEN SHOT!" for some reason and instinctively took her wand out as if ready to counter attack. she whined for a moment before she noticed her legs were rather... hot... she looked down to see that her sleep pants had caught on fire! instinctively, she ripped her pants off and threw them in the fire for some odd reason. It took a few moments for her to realize she just threw her pants in the fire. " what the hell is wrong with me" she said before she started to laugh at her stupidity. she got over it and sat on the couch, in her undies and tank top. It wasn't the first time Emma had seen Emilia in her undies. hell, Emma's probably accidental seen Emilia naked before or something. there weren't many boundary's between the two they were that close. "Woman. get me a drink." she joked about the woman part but obviously needed a drink of alcohol because she just threw her own pants in the fire because they were on fire. Thankfully, her wand was still rightfully in her hand

She let out a sign of relief seeing the wand still her in hand. This was her 4th wand since her first one, she was horrible at taking care of them they just always ended up getting broken or being destroyed. It wasn't her fault! they just would fly into the muggle wood-chipper or get shattered during a 'friendly' wand fight. her old wands broke on accident, it wasn't helping the fact that she couldn't get a new wand at least six months until she could get a new one. as a 'lesson' to be more careful.
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[Emma McCoy]

Emma caught the kiss that Emilia had blown to her. She then placed the palm of the hand that she had caught it on and put it on her ass and grinned.

"Hopefully you're not whoring yourself out too much,"

[/b] Emma said to her, sternly. "Don't want to be catching none of them damn diseases," she added with her best portrayal of a hick accent. She raised an eyebrow. "And by 'money for Hogsmeade' I hope you mean taking me on a purdy date."[/b]

Emma rolled her eyes in a joking fashion at Emilia's screaming in the hallway. Because that wasn't going to get them caught. Regardless, Emma didn't mind. "Don't act like that's the first time you've got something in the eye. What I threw was probably at a slower velocity, too..."[/b] she laughed at the ktichen comment. Little did Emilia know that Emma had just been in the kitchen had fetched them an assortment of treats, which were in the Ravenclaw common room. She would no doubt discover it later and fill her face after she had some drinks in her.

Typical Emilia fashion, she cartwheeled despite the fact that -

"THERE'S NO DAMNED ROOM FOR THAT!" Emma shouted. As Emilia's cartwheeling leg approached the table that Emma had placed the treated upon, Emma jumped forward dramatically. Naturally, Emilia's foot hit the table which made it begin to fall. Emma's jumping was quick enough to be able to grab the platter and only a couple raisin cookies fell to the ground, which was OK because Emma didn't like them that much. When she looked over, relieved, only to find that Emilia's pants were on fire and she was stripping them off. Emma laughed hysterically, still on the floor, at Emilia's struggles.

"Everything is wrong with you,"[/b] Emma informed her. When Emilia sat down, Emma placed the tray on her lap, bowed and said, "Your wish is my command, master." As she walked away, she turned back to yell, "DON'T EAT ALL THE BROWNIES!"[/b]

Emma walked (more like stumbled) over to where she had placed the second wine glass. She filled it with Firewhiskey and then sat next to Emilia and handed her the glass. She kept the 40 ounce bottle of Firewhiskey between them on a side table.

"Wine glasses make us..." Emma held her glass in front of her face and examined it closely. "Sophisticated."

She grinned, finished the Firewhiskey in her glass and poured another shakey one. "I think we're alcoholics. I hope you know last week my hangover was so bad I puked in front of some Slytherin boy. Don't think he appreciated it much!"[/b][/size][/justify][/blockquote][/blockquote]

[Emilia L. Mcinnis]

Emilia simply laughed. "I'm too badass for diseases. Their just like "woah! we got a badass over here. better not mess with her" and then they fly to Slytherin girls. that's how bad ass i am." Of course, she was being her cocky playful self. "only the best for my woman. " she bowed like a gentleman and gave Emma a cheesy,awkward smirk.

All Emilia could do was wink at the reference Emma had made about her getting things stuck in her eye. It wasn't totally her fault. things just like to... fly in her general direction.

the sound of Emma's laugh only started her own laughter which she gladly joined with Emma in laughing. Emma was laughing at Emilia and Emilia was laughing at Emma laugh. it was a cycle you see.

"you love it" instinctively came out of her mouth as a tray of food was set on her lap. Of course Emilia examined it, really taking in of what exactly was on the tray. "I promise nothing" she added as her hand moved towards the brownies. Emilia picked one up and shoved the entire thing in her mouth. It wasn't that big that would choke her to even chew on. but it was large enough to make her cheeks puff out and made it look like she was a chipmunk or a really fat kid eating cake. carefully, Emilia was able to swallow the brownie with out choking. next, her hand went for a cookie. not one in particular but still, she took that cookie and shoved it in her mouth. it was a raisin one.. boy, did she love them.

The corners of Emilia's mouth shot down in to a frown, but her eyes clearly read 'not bad' as she took the wine glass from Emma. "hmm yes. Quite indeed." she responded to Emma just before taking a sip. Firewhiskey always burned going down the first few times. but after a while one would just get used to it. "you know, M'lady. this is quite an exquisite idea. hmm yes." Emilia said trying to be all fancy like.

Laughter couldn't help but escape from her lips as she imagined how right Emma was. They did drink quite a lot... not that it was a terrible thing. It wasn't like they ran around having sex while drunk. not, they did more of the having actual fun and doing silly things that they'd probably do even if they weren't drunk . " I do agree with you. I believe we're alcoholics. the last time I actually remember fully of what I did was when I ended up drinking with Sirius a long time ago." she laughed casually, pleading to the heavens that Emma wouldn't ask about that night even though she knew full well that sooner or alter Emma would ask if anything happened and Emilia being the best friend ever she'd lie and say no then Emma would keep asking and asking until she got the truth.

[Emma McCoy]

Emma raised an eyebrow at her friend. "Is this your way of telling me that you've caught loads of diseases, and you're just in denial?"

[/b] she asked as she backed up a few steps as if she could catch one just by sharing the same air. Emma laughed as Emilia bowed, and Emma took the time to wipe the imaginary sweat off of her own forehead. "Well, I'm relieved!"[/b]

"I love nothing about you," Emma retorted in a serious tone. If it were anyone else, they probably would think that she really was being serious. As she walked over to the alcohol, she looked back over her shoulder and frowned at Emilia's cheeks swollen with brownies. "Do you have no self-control?"[/color] she demanded. When she returned, she took an armful (and majority) of the brownies. When she had sat down, she placed all the little brownies in her lap like they were precious pets. She took a swig of her drink, and while it was still in her mouth, she took a bite of her brownie. The taste together was ... different. Although she didn't think she would try that again. To taint the taste of a brownie was like a sin within itself.

"All we're missing are monocles," Emma stated, sadly. She looked at her beverage again like she had fallen into a deep depression. Her mind was actually whirring with something fancy to say, but fancy wasn't really Emma's cup of tea. She couldn't even fake elegance. Perhaps it was sad, but it was simply the way she was. If she was actually put into a situation, like meeting someone's parents formally, she no doubt would explode into fits of swear words out of nerves, and then continue swearing over screwing up. Emma's face squished uncomfortably as she awkwardly spat out, "Let's just hope our beverages aren't.... she turned her head dramatically to face Emilia in a soap-opera like fashion. "Poisoned."

She could practically hear the 'dun dun dun' in her head. With what Emilia said, Emma remained silent for several moments as she took a deep drink out of her glass.

"Cheating on me, are you, whore?" Emma asked, casually. She had the same tone about her like when someone was about to get killed in a mobster or horror movie. Matt made her watch way too many Muggle movies. On the inside, Emma wanted to laugh hysterically, but she couldn't break character. [/size][/justify][/blockquote][/blockquote]

[Emilia L. Mcinnis]

"pish, posh! I don't have diseases." Emilia laughing as Emma backed up. " if anything, diseases should be scared of catching me." she added before cracking up more.

As Emma poured her love out to Emilia. alls Emilia could do was wink sexually at Emma at the soul fact that she knew Emma wasn't serious at all. Emilia was different, she could tell when Emma was being really serious and when she was actually telling Emilia how much she really loved her. It was a weird telekinesis thing that some how formed between the two over the years. oh how Emilia will with this woman during the summer. "what is this 'self-control' you speak of" she said with a mouthful of treats. suddenly! Emilia started to choke on the brownies! her fist started pounding on her chest as she grabbed her drink and drank some. it tasted horrible with the brownie but it broke up what was stuck in her throat so she could breath. "that was SO worth it" she laughed.


Emilia looked toward Emma and nodded. Yes, Monocles would be quite awesome, too bad they didn't have any. Emilia was taking a sip of her drink when Emma said poisoned... she eyes glanced at Emma, very soap opera like. Suddenly, she did a spit take. "mother of god..." she exclaimed. she paused for a moment before laughing. If it was poisoned, she would be dead already.

"Girlfriend, I'd never cheat on you." she winked at Emma. "Too much work to actually cheat. you know? I don't know why people do it." she added before laughing lightly. "he did see me naked a few times though" she muttered under her breath just before she took a big swig of alcohol drink. she wasn't completely sure if Emma heard that but... Emilia could only hope Emma didn't.

Emilia looked at Emma weirdly. Her eyes opened wide with a weird smile as well. she stayed like that for a moment before taking a sip of her drink, even after she swallowed her drink, she made that face. she even kept it up while she ate a raisin cookie. the sudden fact that her face could get stuck like that scared her which caused her to immediately stop making the face.

"how you doin?" Emilia asked like a creepy wanna-be gangsta who was trying to pickup a girl. she also leaned over in attempt to put her arm around Emma as if she was a creeper. she also raised her eyebrows a few times in a 'you know what i mean' fashion.

[Emma McCoy]

Emma laughed at her friend's retort. She was always witty and quick with words. It was hilarious, but only because Emma was (usually) able to keep up with her. Sometimes, like in the instance with the fancy talk, Emma wasn't quite as funny.

"I don't blame them. I caught you and haven't been able to be rid of you since," Emma snorted. It was extremely attractive.

At Emilia's winking, Emma retorted by pushing her hips out in front of her in no doubt what most would consider a sensual fashion, and then proceeded to slide her tongue over her teeth. It did not suit Emma whatsoever, and it wasn't supposed to. She whole-heartedly believed that no boys in school would be interested in either of them if they saw how they acted towards each other. In fact, she believed that some people probably thought that they were lesbians.

"Yeah, you make a good point," Emma stated in response about self-control. "I always use words I don't know the meaning of." she paused for a moment before finishing with, "Fatty."

[/color] she then proceeded to watch her best friend choke on brownie. Emma casually took a drink of her beverage as she watched the entire thing go down. "Damn it. I thought that would be it this time."

No doubt if Emma believed Emilia to actually be in some sort of mortal danger, Emma would come to the rescue. Or, at least try to. She mused over the idea of just pouring alcohol over her friend and setting her on fire to put her out of her misery faster. It wasn't a serious thought, but it made her laugh all the same.

When Emilia returned the dramatic look, Emma too spat out her beverage. "OH GOD WHY!" Emma roared dramatically and quite loudly. She then proceeded to pretend to choke due to be poisoned and slumped in her chair, dead. She opened one eye and muttered, "Don't you dare try to take advantage of me."[/b]

Emma actually fell out of her chair at Emilia's words. Her drink sloshed on the ground messily, but Emma paid no mind. Despite the fact that she didn't particularly agree with enslavement of House Elves, she mentally thought that they could clean it up. She apparently forgot she was a witch and could just clean it up within seconds.

"HE WHAT! Like, the Sirius Black? To be fair, I'd probably just drop my pants in front of him just so I could say that he got a look at the goods and maybe entice him for more,"[/b] Emma commented, and rather quickly at that. "You're such a whore. Why else would he have talked to you? You probably seduced him with the idea of sex in a vagina - he clearly had no idea about your gigantic penis."[/b]

No, Emma definitely did not have the most elegant vocabulary. Emma struggled out from Emilia's arm. "No, no loving for you until you at least explain," she said as she moved away and slammed a muffin into Emilia's mouth at the same time. [/size][/justify][/blockquote][/blockquote]

[Emilia L. Mcinnis]

Emilia licked her lips towards Emma. " pff, If you hadn't caught me, you wouldn't be happy... or anything like that. you'd just be a boring person sitting in the corner and doing nothing but dreaming of being my best friend and having someone to drink with." she trailed on about how Emma's life would be so boring without Emilia. but it could probably be the same way vise verse.

Emilia twitched her eyebrow towards Emma, clearly pointing out she was interested in what she was saying. the fact that Emma secertely wanted Emilia to die was almost... exhilarating for her. Of course she knew that Emma wasn't serious about life threatening things... if they weren't really life threatening...

When Emma slumped in her chair, Emilia moved closer to her and smirked before retreating back when Emma caught her. "I'd do no such thing! who said it'd be 'taking advantage' anyways?" she blew a kiss at Emma and grinned happily.

"relax woman, it isn't like he hasn't seen what you haven't seen."[/color she said before pausing for a moment. "Did that come out correctly?" she thought about it for a moment before laughing. " you're such a little slut! at least i have to be drunk to take my clothes off, you go off about you'd just drop your pants in front of me just like that" she snapped her fingers and laughed heartedly. " and obviously he didn't see my enormous penis if he had, I wouldn't have slept NEXT to him in his bed." that was more of blurted out. the moment after she said that she tried her best to take it all back knowing her best friend could make a big deal about this.

Emilia pouted heavily. no loving from Emma? what kind of deal was this? clearly not a fair one. " well, I was looking at the stars because I miss mother. and he kinda came out of no where and we started talking.... which lead to drinking... which lead to swimming which lead to a kiss i think... and then we fell asleep in his bed. I even got some of his clothes out of it!" Emilia laughed. she tried to explain it short and sweet but with enough detail to satisfy Emma for now.

" I doubt anything will come of this. I am Emilia Mcinnis. He doesn't stand up to me." she winked. "plus, That Lena girl is always with him. I think they're a thing or something." she shrugged. It didn't really bother her... much.

[Emma McCoy]

[atrb=border,0,true][atrb=style, width: 380px; border-left: 20px solid #7a9aa9; background-image:url(http://i583.photobucket.com/albums/ss279/legendskseeker/fk5qwnjpg.png); padding-left: 10px; padding-bottom: 20px;] Senseless Denial, We spun like birds on fire right down towards the residence and i I took all that I desired even crooks have to pay the rent We swam like rats on fire right, right down the reservoir We took all that we could carry but we tried to carry more Emma laughed. "Oh, Emilia, you have me all figured out. No doubt I would just sit out of the Gryffindor common room, crying with my wine and wishing that you would exit and see how much I needed you and craved you," Emma responded. The detail of the make-believe story was almost too much, and a normal person might have thought that it was actually the truth told in jest, but she didn't care. If Emilia took it seriously, well, it would be that much funnier, would it not? "I mean, all the other Ravenclaw girls do it. I suppose I'm just lucky that I was the one you noticed." Emma batted her eyes at her friend as if she had the world's biggest crush on her. Well, she did. But not in a creepy, I'm going to try to hit on you way. More of a girl-crush sort of way. Like 'hey, we're best friends, and I'm happy for that because we're both good looking in completely different ways and therefore we don't outshine each other and have nothing to be jealous over and can talk about whatever we want because we're both so cool' kind of way. If that made sense. Emma jumped back up in her chair when Emilia came to close. "I hope you realize you're probably the creepiest person I've ever met." she said it in the most serious way she could manage. She poured herself another drink. She was unsure about how many she had already consumed, but didn't care. How many times had Emilia seen Emma vomit from drinking? Too many. It was one of the reasons why Emma thought that it was physically impossible for her to puke when she was sick: because her body put up with so much more from alcohol. "Yeah, okay, I'm a virgin slut, makes sense," Emma replied, but smiling all the same. The reason why her last relationship hadn't worked out was because he wanted more, and she didn't. She even had a fling with some Slytherin guy, but she hadn't gone all the way with him, either. It just never felt like it 'clicked' with them. "To be fair, we've known each other for pretty much ever, and he's known you for five minutes, so I would expect I should see more... which still makes you the bigger slut," Emma laughed. "I mean, I only take my clothes off for you because..." she paused and let out a dramatic sigh. "Well, I've known you so long and I trust you. We have this... connection. Another drink?" she offered the bottle to her friend. Emma opened her mouth to demand more answers, but before she could do any such thing, Emilia already began to ramble. It was one of Emma's favourite things about having a best friend as outgoing as she was ... rarely did she have to practically pry information out of her. It just came out as easily as Emilia took off her pants, apparently. "Have you even ever spoken to him before?" Emma asked between laughs. It was 'between laughs' because the moment Emilia tried to explain the story, Emma had begun to laugh hysterically. For some reason, she thought it was hilarious that her friend had met a guy and proceeded to spend the night in his bed all in one night. She wasn't really judging Emilia, but she just thought it funny. She raised an eyebrow. "Who's Lena? Do I have to take care of her?" Emma joked while raising a threatening little fist. hopefully it's alright haha

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[Emilia L. Mcinnis]

Emilia laughed happily at the thought of Emma doing that. no doubt Emilia would be saying the say story to Emma about her. "what can I say? I only choose keepers" she winked seductively. " You think Ravenclaw girls are bad? you should see them Hufflepuff girls. " she paused for a moment before turning to Emma with a serious look. " We should adopt one... you know, give them a good home, love them... they'd be like... like a pet! but you know like a human pet... " she got all excited and with this new found excitement her eyes started become teary. "we could give them a little bed in the corner of both our rooms and a collar too!" she grinned before taking another sip of her drink. "sounds like the life to me..." she sighed with joy.

Once Emma was done complimenting her, Emilia licked her lips and winked. It seemed that either Emilia winked a lot or her eye had a twitching problem tonight... lets assume it was winking due to Emma's pure sexiness just radiating everywhere. Emilia finished off her drink just as Emma finished refilling her own.

"VIRGIN SLUT!" Emilia called out but what followed it was a fit of giggles. it was a bit of an oxymoron to be honest. " you know how I get when I'm drunk... the clothing just... doesn't stay on! and I am still a virgin. we just... you know kissed... once maybe twice... and I slept in his bed and then stole some of his clothes I believe... but I am still a virgin I'm 100% sure of that!" she declared but laughing lightly. why yes, I would love one" she smiled holding her glass out. "yes, connection we have quite an intense one. one that others cannot even begin to comprehend to understood."

Laughter was contagious and Emilia had caught it. She laughed with Emma for no reason what so ever just the pure fact that Emma was laughing which made her want to laugh as well. "Of course I have... i think... maybe once before in a class or something... I think he borrowed a quill or something along the lines of that..." she rambled some more while her stomach spasmed due to the hard laughter. "She's in Gryffindor, and I don't mess with a man that's taken. so she might be a problem" she winked playfully {color=007fff]"but all honestly, I think it was just a one night deal, I don't think it'll happen again. but boy, it was be fun if it did."

[/color] she grinned happily.

It wasn't that Emilia liked Sirius in such a way... it was more of the fact that she had so much fun with him and she'd enjoy doing that again at some point in time. she believed she simply was infatuated with the way he was. but due to the slight fact that he might be taken, she'd have to end those feelings; which she wasn't too keen on doing. "to a night of drinks and secrets!" Emilia had raised her class as though she was making a toast. " now, enough about me... what about you? i feel like I haven't seen you in forever!" she sipped her drink, the warm liquid warming her throat all the way down to her stomach. such an odd sensation but it certainly tasted good.[/size][/blockquote][/blockquote]

[Emma McCoy]

"Well, I'm glad you've decided to keep me, even if it ostrasized me from the rest of my herd," Emma said in reference to the rest of her Ravenclaw housemates. She had Matt, but other than that, she didn't have many Ravenclaw friends. It was unfortunate how many of them felt the need to live up to their Ravenclaw reputation. Why did one have to be intelligent, but then lack any other sort of interesting personality traits? Emma made a digusted face at the idea of adopting a Hufflepuff girl. "You don't think they'll be too, well, you know, clingy? I've heard animals who have been abandoned typically latch on too hard to their new owners." She took a sip of her drink as she thought about it. "Well, there is that girlfriend of that mousey Gryffindor boy. What's his name, again? He's friends with Sirius and James and that fat boy. Romulus or something? We'd really have to get the separation anxiety out of her, though. If she hung out with that boy so obsessively, imagine what would happen if we brought her to a better place."

Emma wasn't sure if she was being rude, but discovered that she didn't particularly care. She never really had to worry about being judged by Emilia. Emma could be as judgemental as she wanted, and she rarely got any sort of comment about what she had said. Usually they had the same opinion on someone, and if it differed, they would have a debate about why they were right or wrong.

Emma laughed rather hard at being yelled that she was a virgin slut. She couldn't help but imagine how many people they were keeping up with their giggling. To be fair, if they got caught and given detention, it wouldn't be the first time for the same incident. It had gotten to the point where many Professors merely asked them to keep it down rather than give them detention. To be fair, it wasn't like the two of them were hurting anyone. They usually drank together, sometimes with a third person, but not usually.

"So how many more times are you going to have to see him before that virgin status is taken away?" Emma teased. "If it were me - well, let's say, I'd probably be passed out face-down on his floor still, exhausted," she laughed. "I don't think it's fair to society that a boy can be that good-looking and godly at only sixteen years of age." If Emma were honest with herself, she was quite jealous of her friend's luck. Despite Sirius' known role of a "womanizer," it didn't really seem like he got that far around. It was almost like he just relished in the title, but didn't actually follow through - merely just flirted. Whether or not the flirtation was intentional was a different question altogether. Emma filled up Emilia's glass, only to overflow it a bit. When she took the bottle away, Emilia's glass was at the point of overflowing that it appeared as if the liquid was above the glass-line, but miraculously didn't spill over.

"I wonder what Matt thinks of us," Emma chuckled. "He must think we're off our rockers when you and I are together. Sometimes I wonder why he puts up with it."

Emma grinned at Emilia. It was almost like the phrase that Emilia doesn't mess with a taken mind went in one of Emma's ears and out the other. "If you want it to happen again, don't challenge me, because I will accept that challenege and it will happen."

Despite Emma's own failed relationship and flings, she loved to play matchmaker, and was usually quite good at it - providing there was actually chemisty. In her drunken mind, she couldn't believe that there was anything but between Emilia and Sirius. Emilia was sexy, Sirius was sexy, together it would be the ultimate sexiness. "We could spruce you up a bit," Emma said as she reached over and touched Emilia's dark hair, "Make you new to him again, you know?" Emma didn't really know herself. She wanted to seem like she knew what she was talking about.

Emma willingly clinked her glass with her friend's. It was never a dull night with her. She laughed into the deep drink she took for their toast. "What about me? I'm not the one going around snogging Gods. Don't be ashamed to go on and on and on... I can vicariously live through you."

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[Emilia L. Mcinnis]

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Emilia stared at Emma really thinking about her opinion of Hufflepuff. "They may be a little clingy... but who wouldn't? I mean, the woman basically bow down to us in hopes we will choose one of them to join us... and the men? they faint at the sight of us. who wouldn't though? we're sexy beasts and we know it." she winked playfully and sipped her drink slowly. Emma mention the more quite well-known Gryffindor three. Well, this one wasn't as well known as the others which made it hard to remember his name... "Romulus?... no that doesn't sound right.... hmm..... Remales? " pausing a moment to pull a face. "REMAS!" she shouted before realizing that was completely wrong... "R....R....Remus?... that sounds about right..." Emilia continued to repeat the name until it no longer sounded like a word. Her mind wondered off to the thought of maybe having a Hufflepuff. "well, I believe there is a rumor about us going around.... that we are going to be adding a Hufflepuff to the group... " she swirled her drink around.


"It'll be a very long time if ever. I want to be at least seventeen before I lose it..." she paused and remembered her birthday had already past meaning she was already seventeen due to the fact that her birthday was just a few weeks ago "and I think he's seventeen... I remember a bunch of girls lining up outside of the Gryffindor tower with gifts waiting for him..." she laughed softly at the fact that woman actually did that. "just think about it... just imagine what he'll look like in a few years" she wiggled her eyebrows. she smirked lightly at the thought of a older sexier Sirius. almost to the point where she choked on her drink. she coughed up a bit before clearing her throat and pretending like nothing happened. " When I woke up next to him, I think he had a boner." she said cool-like before sipping some more.

when Emma mentioned Matt, Emilia immediately felt bad for him. He was so deeply in love with Emma and Emma unknowingly friend zoned him harder than a diamond. The pain that boy was probably going through had to be as painful as a sledgehammer hitting your funny bone. "he makes due." is all she could comment. It pained her to see Emma quite.. oblivious to the fact that Matt wanted her as much as a Bird wants a new juicy worm for her babies. But Emilia would say nothing of the matter. Matt needed to grow some balls.

Emilia simply said one thing to Emilia before grinning with her. "Nothing challenges you."

Emilia's right eyebrow perked up the moment the word 'spruce' came up. she continued to listen before saying anything. but she was very interested. Emilia placed her drink down and then suddenly twisted her body and faced Emma. She pulled her tank top down to reveal a black bra that had white polka dots. "I WANT BIGGER ONES PLEASE!" she nearly screamed before grabbing them. "A cup is so... so small and you! you have larger ones! " she whined slightly. "oh.. and my hair... I was thinking highlights or something... It was gotten so dark over the year. damn natural darkening hair!" she let go of her breasts, fixed her top and then shook a fist at the ceiling.

Emilia laughed lightly at the clink. "Ahh, Then I shall do into great detail about how sculpted his body was when he held me against it, oh and how safe being in his arms felt oh and how wet he got me. and I'm not just talking about swimming in the lake" she winked playfully before leaning over to her best friend and have covered her mouth. "He's a bit of a drooler" a pause "If you know what I mean" she laughed at her joke. "one-hundred percent joking! I don't really remember much of that morning except that someone hung my wet clothes up and I grabbed them an left." she leaned back in her seat and smiled brightly. "what I would give to do it again."

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won't you pardon me?

Emma smiled at Emilia's response. She had the urge to roll around on the floor, but knew that in order to do so, she would have to actually get off the chair, and then fall to the floor and then roll around. Too bad the two of them weren't just casually laying on the floor already.

"Oh, because you know how boys are fighting amongst themselves about which one can get to me first. It's why none have stolen me away: they're all still fighting," Emma joked at her own expense. She took another long swig while staring at the floor. Why was it that when one drank, the most usually uncomfortable areas to relax suddenly seemed like the most comfortable and desirable? "Could you imagine what people would say if they overheard our conversations? Maybe this is why we're pretty much our only friends."

Emma had to admit that she was rather lucky to have Emilia as a friend. The two had such similar personalities that Emma doubted she'd find anyone who would be as close to her as Emilia was. The two just always seemed so in-sync. As far as she could remember, they had never gotten into an argument. It was like a friendship made in heaven, and the best part was that neither had ever made the "God would have made us sisters but our parents wouldn't have been able to handle us" lame comment. Emma hated stupid shit like that.

She giggled at Emilia's confusion with the young Marauder's name. "Remales? Sounds like females!" she shrieked with laughter. She didn't know why she thought it was so funny. It just seemed hysterical. "What a silly name. Remus. Could you imagine screaming that in bed?" Emma mused. She slunk down in her chair a bit, closed her eyes, and pretended like she was having sex with the air. "Ohhh Remuusss.... REEEE... MUUUSSSSS." She straightened herself up like nothing happened and continued with, "Mus. What a stupid way to end a name. If I ever have to make conversation with him, I'm going to call him 'Mus. Or Mussy. I don't know, we'll see on my mood. Do you think his girlfriend calls him Mussy? That'd be so... precious," she snorted.

"We don't need a Hufflepuff. All we need is a Gryffindor and two Ravenclaws," Emma stated. She was happy with her little group. They may not be the most popular people around like the Marauders, but they were great friends nonetheless. She knew she would never feel close to any other newcomer like she was with her already existing friends.

"Well, if you're waiting until you're of-age, you're a bit tardy, don't you think?" Emma asked in the most uninterested and posh tone that she could imagine, almost as if Emilia was late for a tea date with the Queen or something. "I think Sirius is going to be one of those men who will forever look like they're seventeen. Like when he's fifty and you're all wrinkly and shit, he'll be all godly still." Emma always sort of had a back-of-the-mind worry that she would get all wrinkly, and the person she was with would just get progressively better looking and then leave her. Then again, Emma could sometimes be a worrier, particularly when she drank. "I'd have a boner if I woke up next to you, too." she commented, casually.

Emma started laughing hysterically when Emilia practically flashed her.

"Unfortunately, I don't think there's any spells to make bigger boobs, unless you're like a secret Metamorph- Meta- Metamorphmagus," Emma stuttered. "Besides, these babies," Emma said as she grabbed her own boobs, "Cause back pain sometimes and really just get in the way. Like, even making a short jog to class can suddenly feel like an Olympic sport." Maybe she was just being a teensy bit dramatic. It wasn't like she was triple D or E cup or something. "Not sure what to do about the hair. Luckily I have au natural blonde hair, don't have to worry about highlighting cause it does that on its own."

She listened to Emilia ramble on about Sirius, and Emma listened with utmost attention. "Then make it happen again!" she exclaimed, not trying to sound jealous, although she kind of was. Who wouldn't be jealous? "Did he make it seem like he wanted to see you again?" Suddenly, an idea came to her, and before waiting for Emilia's answer, Emma jumped off her chair. Her drunken state caused her to unexpectantly fall, but she quickly got up again and stumbled to the stairs. She ran to her dormitory, rather loudly dug around in her trunk, and when she found what she was looking for, she stumbled back into the common room. "Let me put this on your head!" she demanded vaguely as she pointed to the dark purple yet translucent bottle in her hand.

HIT ME BABY ONE MORE TIME

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Emilia chugged the rest of her drink which was quite a lot, it went from 9/10th's full to empty in a matter of seconds. by now, Emilia was drunk, her words would start the slur and her vision was a little blurry but she was still able to see where objects were. "and I'll fight them off to keep ya!" she laughed and reached her hand towards Emma, giving a single of 'another drink'. she continued to laugh, "who needs other people?! all's we need is each other and we'll be fine." she blew a kiss at Emma.

"OH REMUS!" Emilia shouted, well sounded more like a moan. "it does sound quite weird to be honest.... I would not want to scream THAT when I orgasm... I'd be more suttle.. I'd whisper it in their ear or just scream 'oh god' like a normal girl. " she explained as she scratched her the back of her head.

Emilia nodded. she did enjoy this little group very much, nothing too drastic thought. there wasn't any drama at all. which always made everything better. Who wanted to deal with drama anyways? it was too much work and it was certainly work that Emilia did not want to deal with. "i guess we wont be adopting one." she shrugged the thought away.

" Wrinkly? ha! that's a good laugh. I'll never become wrinkly. I'm too awesome for them and they'll be like 'oh no! we cant affect her! too much awesome cant handle it!' and then they'll burn to a crip like if they were thrown in to the sun." she laughed uncontrollably. "plus, i believe that woman don't hit their 'prime' age until like late twenties, early thirds and men hit theirs in their early twenties so if anything, he'll probably some very thin man that isn't attractive at all... but we never no for sure. hell. I may get fat after i start popping out babies after I'm probably shipped off to marry some rich Slytherin boy my father is desperately trying to get me with." she rambled. she normally rambled about her family problems with Emma though. sure, she loves her family but her father was just terrible! very old fashion and probably plans to sell poor Emilia off after 7th year.

Emilia whined greatly as she looked at her chest again and looked back at Emma's "but.. they are so small... but at least they aren't like mosquito bites." she grinned happily. Emilia sipped her now full drink and stared at Emma with playful jealousy "damn you and your big breasts and natural highlights. she smirked playfully and sipped her drink.

Emilia shifted her body and faced Emma. "one does not simply make it happen again" she paused as Emma talked "I'm sure he does, but I think he's been avoiding me!" her voice got louder and louder as Emma moved out of the room. Emilia was left to sulk in her chair. she sulked about her flattish chest, and how someone she was interested in hanging out with was avoiding her. of course it would make her upset! but maybe she was just being an emotion drinker tonight. "NO ONE LOVES ME" she whaled playfully into the empty room. she leaned over and grabbed the bottle of what ever the hell they were drinking, Emilia couldn't exactly remember or read the label... she took a swig and smiled. " alright!" Emilia shouted with excitement. she didn't even question what was in the bottle. her mind assumed it was something along the lines of scent smelly goodness. like perfume! but like magic like.

Emilia got up and stumbled over to Emma and bend over, her dark brown hair hanging down. "I'm just assuming this is the position I should be in!" she called out from under her hair. She gave her but a little wiggle for no particular reason.

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