Everyone's heard the saying that you don't find love; it finds you. In Love Emerson's case, love didn't just find her; it literally knocked her off her feet.
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ʜᴀʀʀʏ ᴘᴏᴛᴛᴇʀ ʟᴏᴠᴇꜱ ᴀ ɢɪʀʟ ʙᴜᴛ ʟᴀᴄᴋꜱ ᴏꜰ ʜɪꜱ ꜰᴀᴛʜᴇʀ'ꜱ ꜱᴋɪʟʟꜱ.
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Padma looked up from her vanity table, next to the window that overlooks the black lake, to a very distraught-looking Love Emerson. "Love, what's wrong?"
"Where is it?" Love mumbles to herself as she empties her trunk, taking out every book she has, glancing at it and then throwing it on her bed with a grunt. "Carajo."
"Love?"
"I lost it." Love said, as look again over her already disregarded books, in hopes of finding what she was looking for.
Clothing items scattered on her bed, papers, shoes, a bottle of flowery scented perfume, books, several quills, Hoppy croaking under a shirt, a knicker here and a bra there, it was a right mess.
Padma stood up and moved to Love's bed, glancing at the mess in it. "Lost what? Maybe I can help you?"
"Wanderlust," Love says exasperatedly as she begins to pace with a worried look on her face.
"Your journal?" Padma asked, head following Love's frantic moves from one side of the room to the other.
Love didn't say anything she just nodded, chewing on her lips with a frown on her face as she fiddled with her Ravenclaw scarf. "When was the last time you had it?" Padma sat down on Love's bed, looking at the books on it.
Love sighs, looking at the heavens in thought yet never stopping her back and forward walk. "When I was in Ezra's car I read through it, then I think I put it under my arm or maybe my satchel but it's not there so, I- I don't know I was in a rush...Oh, how could I have forgotten?" She runs a hand over her hair, ruffling it as her pacing intensifies. "Padma, what am I going to do? There are so many important things in there, photos, tickets to places, memories, Padma, invaluable and irreplaceable memories... what am I supposed to show my children when they ask about my life? My poor children, they'll be so disappointed when their mother has nothing to show them, how am I to face them then, they'll resent me. What if- what if someone took it, what if someone read it? Merlin, what if a muggled found it? There are moving pictures in it too. Oh, Rowena, I'm going to prison Padma, I'm going to–"
"Love," Padma yelled, snapping her out of her train of thought and stopping her rambles.
"What?"
"Relax." She said standing up and moving to her vanity table. She picks up a brush and moves back to where Love was pacing. "Don't obsess over it, okay? I'm sure it's here somewhere."
"I'm not obsessing, I'm stressing." She told her, stopping mid-step when her friend blocked her way.
"Well, it's not healthy, you'll break something important if you continue to overthink," Padma said, whilst pushing Love to the vanity table and sitting her down on the chair.
