Open to Emmeline

[latinbean]

Who: Emmeline, Fabian
Where: Emmeline's apartment, Hogwarts grounds, Hogwarts Castle
When: 27 December, starting at 0743AM
What: Fabian is the auror moving Emmeline from her home to Hogwarts after the dissappearance of her mother, Jane Vance

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[regal_emma]

Emma had been curled up on the couch in the living room for most of the night, the owl she'd been sent in her hand. She didn't think she'd be able to sleep, but in fact, she'd dozed on and off most of the night, waking with a start and looking around, everything that had happened crashing down around her only moments later. The result was a tear-stained face and red, slightly puffy eyes. She had one bag packed on the floor in front of her and Izzie was curled up at her feet.

The knock on the door startled her and made her jump, Izzie meowing loudly in protest of getting shoved by her feet. "Mum?" she said softly. No, her mother wouldn't knock. It must be that Auror. Sniffing and wiping at her face, she walked to her door, looking through the peephole to see a relatively young man standing there, black and white earmuffs on. She opened the door enough so that she could close it if she needed to. This whole thing was making her a little paranoid. "Can I help you?" she asked, voice worn and tired.

[latinbean]

07:44:06. As he allowed in his mental schedule, there would be a seven and a half span of time in which to to arrive at Hogwarts station with Emmeline.

Fabian tried to keep his voice from being 'auror-y' and offical as he smiled at her through the small open space. "Hello, Emmeline? My name is Fabian Prewett. I trust that you recieved my letter?" He made no attempt to move towards the door, quickly reconizing her expression from the faces of family and co-workers, if not occasionally from himself.

[regal_emma]

She nodded slowly. "Come in," she said, opening the door a little more, but still remaining behind it. Emma wiped at her eyes again, moving on automatic now. "Would you like some tea?" There were half filled tea cups all over the living room. Apparently making tea was her way of attempting to calm down, even if it didn't always work.

Isabella came forward at the new person. There had been a lot of new people in and out of the apartment and Izzie greeted each one the same way: cautiously stepping forward and sniffing at them. Most she liked enough to allow them into her home. Fabian, so it seemed, was her favorite so far and she favored him with a nuzzle against his ankle.

[latinbean]

With a smile, Fabian bent down to run his fingers over the top of the kitten's head. "I'll pass on the tea," he said, for once in his life. While he would have loved a cup, there wasn't really time to enjoy it. "But thank you. Who is this wonderful creature?" He asked Emmeline, cooing soft compliments to the kitten at his foot.