The True Story of Emily Lockwood / g. karim

𝔼𝕏𝕋ℝ𝔸: episode four

A/n: a request! Without further ado I present: Anthony takes Emily shopping for her first suit! Feat. a very flustered George<3

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--The Lockwood twins were a united front, co-founders of their "prestigious" agency, as Anthony called it. Time and loneliness had brought them close - closer than they would have been if their parents were still alive. 

So, you see, sometimes the Universe works in odd ways. Two young children, would only have loved each other as fiercely as they do, simply because they had no one else. 

But back to the story. 

Emily Lockwood rummaged in her closet, trying to put together a proper professional outfit, to wear when interviewing potential clients. Thus far, she had worn whatever she'd had on hand, claiming that her talent should be enough. 

It wasn't. Obviously. 

Being a talented ghost hunter was not enough to get clients: you had to look the part. Anthony had repeated this sentiment thousands of times to his sister on multiple occasions, but it wasn't until now that she finally realized. 

She needed a suit. 

With a frustrated cry, she flung a green sweater behind her, and heard a little squeak of surprise. 

"George?" She scrunched her face up, as the boy fought the sweater that had hit him in the face. He stood at the tops of the stairs, and finally untangled himself from the sweater. 

"Hello to you, too," he said somewhat grumpily, before padding over and sitting by the window. "what are you up to?" Emily sighed, and strolled to sit near him. Things with George were still very tentative; they'd only gone to the library a few weeks prior. 

However, Emily knew that she was already in much too deep. 

She wouldn't complain in the slightest, at all. 

In fact, seeing him lounging in the chair, bathed in golden sunlight, only made her heart twinge pleasantly. 

"Struggling. We're meeting with a client tomorrow and I've not got anything to wear." George arched a dark eyebrow at the wardrobe, which was on the minimalist side but full of perfectly fine outfits. 

"Really?" 

"Yes, really! Unfortunately, not many people take girls who flounce about in skirts seriously." she pouted. "Pity for them, really." George shook his head, smiling. 

"That's adorable." She glowered at him. "I'm serious!" Emily meant to nudge him, and he wrapped his arms around her for an awkward hug. They pulled away, not making eye contact. Then, Emily's dark eyes met his and they fell into nervous laughter. 

"Emily? George?" Anthony called and the girl heard his footsteps on the staircase leading up to her attic bedroom. "Is it safe to come up?" They glanced at one another before Emily smirked mischievously. 

Judging from George's facial expression, he knew that devilish smirk from Lockwood all too well. 

"Sorry, no!" She called down, pausing to muffle laughter into his shoulder. "George is stripped down to his knickers!" 

"Nothing I haven't seen before, then." Her brother's smug face popped up over the banister, and he looked about the space, whistling at the clothes strewn around. "I see hurricane Emily has struck." 

His sister groaned. "Anthony, help me."

"She thinks she's got nothing to wear." George elaborated matter-of-factly "Doesn't she have things to wear, Lockwood?" Her brother waltzed over to the armoire, poking around for a minute at the various dresses, shirts, trousers, and skirts.