❝ mischief managed ❞
❝ with you it's the complete opposite ❞
Emerson Diors didn't always like the Weasley Twins. Their pranks were unbearable. Their attitude left much to be desired. But after their first and second year, they taught Emerson how to...
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September passed in an uneventful manner. Emerson was still in love with George, completely unsure of what the hell she was supposed to do. Every time George looked at her, she blushed. Every time he called her "Emmie" her heart skipped a beat.
"Emmie" did seem to become the new "Emery" for George. Whenever he addressed her as such Emerson had to take deep breaths in order to keep herself from gushing. It was adorable, really.
The first weekend of October was the first weekend of Quidditch practice. Emerson didn't think anything of it considering the fact that she wouldn't play again, abiding by Coralie's rules. The twins were saddened by the fact that they wouldn't have their number one fan, though Emerson promised she would be at every match for the rest of her life. She simply just didn't want to go to their practice.
Oliver Wood didn't seem to get the hint however, as when he informed Emerson of when their practice would be she told him she didn't care and he was confused.
"Wait, what do you mean 'you don't care?' This is Quidditch practice, you have to be there!" Oliver threw his hands up in the air in the middle of the common room, drawing attention from passing students. Fred and George sat next to Emerson, looking extremely annoyed by Oliver's outburst.
"I mean," Emerson stood up to face Oliver. Despite her growth spurt she was still a few inches shorter than her, but she didn't care. She was tired of Oliver freaking out. "I don't care. I'm not even on the Quidditch team anymore so I don't need to be at your practice."
Oliver took a step back, baffled by Emerson's words. "Not on the team? Of course you're on the team!"
Emerson scoffed and crossed her arms. "Oliver. I can't play Quidditch — and yes, it's because my mum said so. I tend to follow the rules she sets for me. There's no point for me to be on the team even as a reserve player if I can't play. And anyway I don't even want to play."
"But we need you there as support!" Oliver was raising his voice at her. Emerson honestly wanted to hit him, but she didn't want to think about the trouble she'd be in if she hit a another student.
"And I'll be there in the stands with every other student," Emerson told him. "If you've got your bloody heart set on me being there then tell me, what's the point? I have absolutely no reason to be there. It's not like I'm going to be Captain or anything."
While there wasn't many people in the common room to begin with, everyone was silent. By then, Angelina and Alicia had come down from the dormitories. They're faces were fill of shock as they listened to Emerson yell at their seventh year Quidditch Captain.
"Who told you?" Oliver began, taking another step back from Emerson. "Who told you that you wouldn't be Captain?"
Emerson threw her hands down and huffed, rolling her eyes. "It doesn't matter who fucking told me! What, did you honestly think I wasn't going to find out? Do you really think that Angie was just going to take the position without talking to me, knowing full well that you offered it to me first? You didn't even bother to bloody tell me that you were going to give the position to her and you certainly didn't tell me why."
