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A Day Off (Emmett, open) Jul 23, 2016 18:35:49 GMT -5

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Post by Ashton Mortimer Scrivener on Jul 23, 2016 18:35:49 GMT -5

Ashton enjoyed coming to Hogsmeade… at least when he wasn’t on chaperone duty. He loved his students; he truly did. He couldn’t imagine life without having his students there. But sometimes he just wanted to have time away from teenagers and their hormones. He remembered what it was like, sure, but that didn’t make it any less of an annoyance. He’d studied adolescent sociology for ten years now and had a better grasp of their mentalities than most of the staff at Hogwarts. In some ways, he knew it made it easier for him to connect with his students and to help them out when they needed to talk to someone other than their peers. However, that also meant that Ashton was more involved in the lives of his students than he probably should be. Most days he was more than glad to help a student get through a mental breakdown when they felt life was getting to heavy for them. Other days, the last thing he wanted was a crying teenager on his doorstep.

No, today was one of those days where Ashton wanted to be alone. Well, alone in a manner of speaking. He didn’t want to be in solitude; he still wanted to be around other people. He wouldn’t mind spending time with some of his colleagues. He just didn’t want to be around hordes of teenagers at the moment. Not that he wouldn’t mind spending some time with his brother Neil or his sisters Heather and Gilly… but in general, he was having one of those days where he wondered why exactly he became a teacher in the first place.

Ashton left the castle fairly early on that Saturday. He knew perfectly well it was a Hogsmede day for students, but thankfully he wasn’t chaperoning today. After wandering the streets and buying a few new books from Tomes and Scrolls and some fresh quills and ink (mostly red) from Scrivenshaft’s Quill Shop, he decided to go to the Hog’s Head Pub. Under ordinary circumstances, he would have gone to the Three Broomsticks to socialize with fellow staff members and a student or two. He would even help one or more of his students with their homework if they really needed it. But today, he wanted to be away from teenagers. So he went to one place that he knew students wouldn’t be allowed into; the Hog’s Head Pub.

He entered the pub and was immediately greeted by a goat. He smiled and patted the goat’s head before sitting down at the nearest stool at the bar. “One Beetle Berry Whiskey,” he said. Ashton was definitely going to take this opportunity to have alcohol. However, he was going to make damned sure he didn’t get too drunk. After all, he still had a reputation as a professor to maintain. That meant no Firewhiskey this afternoon, no matter how much he wished he could indulge. Besides, it wasn’t as if he didn’t like Beetle Berry Whiskey.

The bartender brought him his drink and Ashton nodded in thanks before taking a long, long swig of the drink. Sometimes professors just need to have a stiff drink at the end of the day; or on a Saturday morning, in Ashton’s case. Though he’d be lying if he said he couldn’t have used this drink yesterday. So there he sat, the lone Muggle Studies professor drinking berry whiskey in a barren pub with no one but him and the bartender. He liked the peace and quiet yet felt lonely. Perhaps some company would come through that door soon… company above the age of seventeen, that is.

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A Day Off (Emmett, open) Jul 24, 2016 0:49:00 GMT -5

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Post by Deleted on Jul 24, 2016 0:49:00 GMT -5

Em-

Jason’s finger was sent to us in a box.

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Emmett Howan’s fingers trembled, crumpling the parchment slightly. A shakely inhale in and exhale out escaped through her parted lips. Even though she hasn’t talked to her brother in years, she still loved him. Tears threaten to breach the walls that held them from pouring down her face. Don’t cry, don’t cry. A tear fell loose leaving a wet line trailing across her face. Dammit. Glancing around the Great Hall, she notice a student looking at her in a quizzical way. She smiled and nodded hoping the student wouldn’t think much of it. Em shut her eyes and a slumped slightly in her chair. If Jason was dead, the family business would be thrusted upon her. That would uproot her from her job, students, and home. She shuddered and opened her eyes. Howan desperately needed a drink to save herself from her thoughts.

Gathering strength, she got up from the staff table and leisurely wandered down the aisle. Her body didn’t feel like her own. She smiled at students, surprising a few. Some tried to talk to her but Em heard nothing. Nothing but the blood rushing in her ears and the thumping of her heart. She pushed through the tall front doors of the Hogwarts castle into the rising sun’s light. Squinting, she found her way to the Hogsmeade, ambling like a drunk. She flew through the Hog’s Head rough wooden door, her plain black robes blowing straight behind her, almost wiping out completely from not seeing the goat. She skidded on the worn floor of the pub, thankful she wasn’t wearing heels. Her hand grazing the dirty floor as she moved her hips so that her center of gravity was adjusted. She had learned that move from learning a muggle sport called ice hockey in Canada. It worked better with skates.

Straightening quickly, Em smoothed her robes so that not one thing was out of place. Her mess of obsidian curls was pulled back from her face excepted for one stubborn strand that constantly was in her way. Pushing it behind her ear, she marched over to the bar. “Firewhiskey, leave the bottle please”, she said to the bartender as she slid into the nearest stool. That stool happened to be a seat away from the Muggle Studies teacher who was slipping a reddish drink. Em lifted an eyebrow at the man. Drinking on a Saturday morning. Tsk, tsk. Well, you can’t judge him too harshly, you’re here. She sighed and looked away. The dusty pub was barren, save for the three individuals at the bar. Her mother’s letter was still tucked in her hand, forgotten. Where was that bartender? She smoothed the parchment on the edge of the filthy bar top, ridding the paper of wrinkles. Placing the neatly folded letter into her robe pocket, the clunk of the Firewhiskey bottle jarred her from her articulated task. After muttering a quick thanks, she downed the first glass, enjoying the burn of the alcohol in her throat.

Breathing in deeply, Emmett turned to her colleague, eyeing his drink. She poured another glass of the Firewhiskey, still never taking her eyes off the professor. He was dressed neatly, in a blue and white striped button down and light brown slacks. He looked very out of place in this dim pub. Em, on the other hand. wore a dark washed pair of jeans topped with a black silk button up adorned with a black and Hufflepuff yellow tie under her robes. Besides the tie, she could blend in, becoming a wallflower if needed. It wasn't needed, however, at the moment. She gave the Muggle Studies teacher a flash of her pearly whites, which would be taken as a small, shy smile. Emmett cracked her back, pushing off the counter. Her arm came to rest on the bar, propping her head up. Her other hand held the glass of amber liquid, swirling it idly. “What brings you here on this fine morning, Ashton?” She knew little of this man. Only that he was very immersed in the muggle world which was a good thing to be for his job. She sat watching him with her critical brown eyes for his answer.

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A Day Off (Emmett, open) Jul 29, 2016 16:53:25 GMT -5

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Post by Ashton Mortimer Scrivener on Jul 29, 2016 16:53:25 GMT -5

Ashton sat with his whiskey and drank it in small sips. The sweet taste of blueberries, raspberries, and strawberries coated his taste bud and he felt the burn of the whiskey go drown his throat with each sip. He heard the door open and saw Emmett Howan enter the establishment. He was admittedly very curious as to why she was also here on a Saturday morning. He almost leapt out of his seat when Emmett nearly tripped over the goat. Fortunately, it seemed like she got her balance.

She stood up and straightened her robes before heading right to the bar in the seat near Ashton. "Firewhiskey, leave the bottle please," Emmett said. Ashton narrowed his eyes at his colleague. He could tell just from her facial expressions alone that something was definitely wrong. However, he knew better than to press the subject. If Emmett wanted to talk about it, she would. If not, she wouldn't. It was as simple as that right now. He knew from his years of training in psychology that you couldn't force people to talk if they didn't want to. She took a crumpled piece of paper out of her hand, smoothed it on the top of the bar, and then folded it neatly into her pocket. Perhaps whatever that letter said had caused her distress. Again, Ashton knew better than to press the subject.

The bartender returned with the bottle of firewhiskey and a shot glass. The Transfiguration professor quickly poured herself a shot and downed it. "So what are you doing here on this fine morning, Ashton?" She asked with a small, sly smile.

"Just needed to get away from teenagers," he said with a smile back. "I'm sure you can understand the feeling. And what about you?" Ashton wasn't going to address the paper or ask why she needed to have an entire bottle of firewhiskey so early in the morning. He wasn't judging her in the slightest; he was down here after all. But he was admittedly curious.

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A Day Off (Emmett, open) Aug 2, 2016 21:06:52 GMT -5

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Emmett swirled her drink as the Muggle Studies professor spoke. Her brown eyes watched him closely, searching his face for a sign that he was lying. She hated liars; her students knew that excuses were intolerable and it was just better for them to be honest. Professor Scrivener seemed to pass her test as her smile never wavered. Good. The last thing the world needed was another lying piece of swaine like her dear brother. Jason. Emmett looked away from him, her eyes filling with tears once more. Godammit. She closed her eyes as a memory entered her brain.

The Hogwarts express rattled in the storm. Thunder shaking the train cars, the lightning appearing seconds after. Bright flashes of light tore through the window’s glass in the compartment. Young thirteen year old Emmett sat alone. Her knees pulled up to her chest, her robes drawn around her in some desperate attempt to make her feel safe. The noise of the rain grew louder causing her cover her ears. Where was Jason? He promised. Emmett was bawling into her legs wishing that her mother was there. The compartment door slid open, the noise making her look up. Jason. He was with some of his Slytherin friends. Em felt her heart drop. No he wouldn’t not now. He knew storms broke down her walls, the walls that kept her emotions in check. They had a deal. Jason could show off to his friends whenever he saw her in the corridors and Em could use his broom whenever she wanted. Jason held up his wand, pointed straight at her forehead. ‘Please, Jason,’ Emmett begged, flinching at the crack of thunder. ‘Jason, no. This isn’t fair. Jason don’t. Not now. Ja-’ Her lips stopped moving, the words she was trying to form, never spoken. ‘Shut up,' Jason drawled in a bored expression. The Imperius curse was new, he had never used it before. On her at least. Em’s brown eyes widened in shock and outrage at her brother. ‘Now dear sister, how about we show our friends some entertainment, eh?’ His toothy leer the focus of her attention. When he let her go, she was going to knock out every single one of those teeth so that he had to eat out of straw. That thought on her mind help her endure the hour of torture that was inflicted by the Slytherins. This was the moment when Emmett knew her sweet, lovable brother was never coming back, replaced instead by a cold hearted monster. She had no brother.

Emmett’s eyes flew open, her breath still caught in her throat. She swallowed, trying to keep her cool. Her eyes glanced at the drink in her hand. The black robe sleeve that usually shrouded her arm was pulled back a few inches, exposing her scar. One of the few physical reminders of that train ride. She yanked up the sleeve and held up her free hand, her fingers forming a sign that meant hold on. Emmett threw back her head and down the glass. The burn of the alcohol fainter than it was before. Pouring another glass, she spoke softly to Ashton, “I wish I was here for the same reason as you are.” That was the truth. She sucked in a breath and added, “I am afraid that I will have to leave Hogwarts. Family problems.” She left that last statement hanging in the air. It contain candor but Emmett left out a few details so that she didn’t scare away the man too soon.

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A Day Off (Emmett, open) Aug 3, 2016 21:45:47 GMT -5

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Post by Ashton Mortimer Scrivener on Aug 3, 2016 21:45:47 GMT -5

Ashton definitely noticed when Emmett’s brown eyes began to tear up. Now he was definitely concerned for his colleague. Whatever was wrong wasn’t something trivial; it was something major. He could absolutely tell by the way she was trying to keep her cool. He could see her breath catching in her throat and see her hard swallow. She took her glass and downed the drink, exposing a scar on her arm. Ashton’s eyes flickered to it for a moment before she yanked her sleeve over it. “I wish I was here for the same reason as you are.” She took a breath and then said, “I am afraid that I will have to leave Hogwarts. Family problems.”

“I’m sorry to hear that,” Ashton said softly. It was the absolute truth. He hated seeing anyone upset, especially if the cause of their strife was family. He wasn’t an idiot; he knew that there were dark times on the horizon. He just hoped he could keep his loved ones safe; especially all of his younger siblings. It wasn’t easy being the oldest of nine. He constantly worried for his eight younger brothers and sisters. He especially worried for Neil, Heather, and Gilly. He had to fight every day in order to not overstep his bounds as a teacher. It proved difficult some days to maintain the line between brother and professor with them. He remembered having the same problem when Duncan and Kirk were in school as well. If his animagus was something more fearsome than a pigeon, then perhaps he could defend his siblings better…

“How long do you think you’ll have to leave?” he asked. He didn’t want to push the matter and make her feel uncomfortable. No one liked to talk about their problems if they felt as if they were forced to, after all. Ashton wasn’t normally an overly serious person, but he knew right now was no time for jokes and whatnot. His greenish-brown eyes were full of concern and no longer contained the light-hearted glow they normally contained. “If there’s anything I can do, anything at all… Tell me.” He meant it. didn’t care if he had to go out of his way to help out a fellow professor. He was willing to do whatever she needed.

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A Day Off (Emmett, open) Aug 6, 2016 19:05:19 GMT -5

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Post by Deleted on Aug 6, 2016 19:05:19 GMT -5

If you put it in front of her, the odds were that it was going to go down. It was the usual reasons, too much drama, too much baggage and you never knew exactly how to let it go so you downed it with one substance and eventually you needed to up the proof until the taste was so strong one shot would indeed knock you down. She had not reached that point yet but she imagined that she would soon, especially after the time that she had, had. Today though had been a bad day, so bad that she knew that she needed something and fast. Upon walking in, at least at first she did not pay any attention to if anyone was there, and then she heard the very tail end of something.

Tell me

That drew her attention, not because she was nosy but simply because what if she had walked in on something drastic. It was not that far-fetched after all. She felt her face forming a look of concern but Parker pushed it away. Drink first, care second. Then again, curiosity was something else wasn't it. So Parker took a seat far away enough so it would not be like she was ease-dropping, but so she could be asked for advice, should anyone notice her. That was when she closed her eyes and thought about what she wanted. It was early morning so she knew that it should not be anything to strong but then again if it was too weak she felt like she would have been wasting her time. Perhaps something with a nice middle, oh well she thought that it would come to her eventually and no need in rushing it. Teachers needed time to grasp their thoughts too did they not?

She felt a small sigh escape her lips and for once she felt almost relaxed, but she knew not to ever get too comfortable.

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A Day Off (Emmett, open) Aug 7, 2016 13:46:30 GMT -5

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Post by Deleted on Aug 7, 2016 13:46:30 GMT -5

Emmett sipped the amber liquid as Professor Scrivener spoke. There was no need for her to get wasted so quickly, now that she was socializing. The burn of the alcohol was beginning to become non existent which worried her. Alcohol was the only thing made her lose control. Why was she doing this to herself? She set the glass down, the amberness inside half gone. Her brown eyes fixed on the glass, the liquid still sloshing around from when she held it a few moments ago.

Em opened her mouth to speak, but movement at the door took her attention away from the Muggle Studies professor. She watched the newcomer plop down on a stool, a few place away from where the pair sat. She raised her black eyebrow in a questioning manner. Another professor? Teaching must cause many to want to drown their sorrows in a glass of fermented fruit. Not that she could blame them. There were days that she felt like swan diving from her classroom window, letting the force of gravity escort her down to the vegetation below. She’d lay there, breathing in and out, gazing up at the sky, feeling small. Somehow by looking up at the sky she felt calmer and clearer minded. It seemed to make her problems fly away. Emmett sighed quietly as she turned back to Ashton. His hazel eyes were trained on her.

“Thanks, but...” Em started and stopped. She had absolutely no idea how to answer his first question. If she mentioned that her brother was missing that would open up a whole mess of things and that wasn’t including the mention of the Howan family business. Alas, what did she have to lose. The professor appeared to be trustworthy and besides she didn’t have to tell him the whole bloody story.

“I do not know exactly when I will have to leave,” Emmett spoke softly with her hands now folded in her lap. A clump of wavy black hair swung into her face, obstructing her view of the man’s face. “It depends on how much of my brother they find.” That was the bitter hard truth. If Jason Howan was declared dead, her life would be ripped apart. Everything that she did to prevent herself from becoming swept into the Howan enterprise would be demolished. She winced when she thought back to the words she had spoken out loud. “Sorry, that was brutal. I...I just,” she said, her eyes wide. “I couldn’t figure out a better way to phase it.”

Emmett turned her gaze helplessly away from the professor, now looking down at her folded hands. “I don’t know how you can help me,” she said, her voice breaking. “I..I..don’t know how to help myself.” A lone tear escaped from one of her sad brown eyes, leaving a trail of wetness down her face. She moved her hand to brush it away, erasing the stain it left on her face. She was grateful that Professor Scrivener was there. Otherwise who knows how much of a mess she would be in by this point. Probably wandering the Hogwarts grounds, firewhiskey in hand, scaring students off with her mixed emotions, bawling one second next glaring at everything that made eye contact with her. She’d probably gotten fired, giving her more the reason to go back to the Howan estate.

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A Day Off (Emmett, open) Aug 9, 2016 21:20:30 GMT -5

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Post by Ashton Mortimer Scrivener on Aug 9, 2016 21:20:30 GMT -5

Ashton felt like his heart was truly bleeding for Emmett. He never heard her talk much about her brother. Hell, Ashton didn’t even know Emmett had a brother. But he couldn’t imagine the possibility of any of his siblings being hurt in any way. Ashton’s hand unconsciously moved to cover his mouth as he held back the gasp. She turned away, her black hair falling in front of her face. “I don’t know how you can help me,” she said, her voice breaking. “I..I..don’t know how to help myself.”

“Emmett… I had no idea,” Ashton whispered. Out of the corner of his eye, he saw another professor enter the pub. Professor Parker Kidd, the Astronomy professor. He wasn’t particularly close to the woman and he honestly wasn’t sure whether or not they actually got along well. At the moment, Parker seemed content with just drinking alone. Ashton wasn’t sure whether or not to invite her over given the severity of Emmett’s situation. After all, people didn’t typically announce it to the world when they didn’t know their sibling was dead or alive. He decided against it for now. Emmett could invite Parker over if she wanted to.

Ashton took a deep breath and placed a gentle hand on her shoulder. If he was overstepping his bounds, she would doubtless let him know immediately. “I don’t know what to say right now. I honestly don’t. But if you want to talk about it, I’m all ears. Nothing you say will leave this room. I can promise you that. Besides, who better to rant to than the man who’s spent most of his life studying psychology and sociology?” He let out a faint smile in an attempt to cheer her up even a little bit. Maybe he’d help and maybe he’d make it worse. Ashton just knew he at least had to try to help as much as he could.

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A Day Off (Emmett, open) Aug 10, 2016 23:14:31 GMT -5

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A sob racked through her body as she struggled to keep the tears at bay. Emmett clamped her mouth shut as the cry reached her throat, almost choking. The firewhiskey she drank before was giving her a hard time right about now and it was only just about noon. She blinked causing a few more droplets to break free, falling into her lap, speckling her hands. She stared down at them. She felt numb and heavy. The weight of what a mess she was truly in becoming apparent. The Muggle Studies professor said something but she could not hear him. Bussing rang in her ears until it was broken by Aston’s touch.

Emmett leaned into his hand desperate for him to take some of her burden. “I.. should talk about it, “She started in a hoarse voice, her mouth felt dry. “I do not know where to start but alas before I do. You need to promise me that you will never speak a word of this to anyone. Not. A. Word.” She didn’t mean to come off as mean but she needed to know that her secret was safe.. A secret that could tear apart a wide scale smuggling operation with one word to the Ministry.

She tried to clear her throat, but nothing. “Have you heard of the Red Crate? The wizarding delivery service? I believe it is similar to the muggle UPS or FedEx. Anyways my family owns the business, actually built for that matter. It started as a simple Korean man his traveling service. He would travel door to door between the royals, carrying a painted wooden crate. The crate would hold the items that the royals wished to trade with another. Why they needed the man was beyond me, I believe it was a symbol of their wealth for someone else to do their bidding. The Korean man I mentioned, was my great great great great great grandfather, Talon Howan. An odd name but it suited him.” Emmett glanced up at the professor trying to see if she had lost him. It didn’t seem like it.

“Talon’s business grew and grew as more members of his family joined, walking around Korea with their matching red crates. Pretty soon The Red Crate Service was a common household name as they had expanded their customer range. The Howans grew wealthy but it wasn’t because of the service charge, rather they stole from their customers. They were greedy and since they were wizards they knew ways of hiding objects or confusing the poor muggles. This continued on until the present. Today, however, they have added smuggling to the list of services they offer. It is worse than it seems, the Howans are ruthless and always get what they want. “ She paused, her dry throat making her voice come out rough and quiet. “A moment please,” Emmett told Ashton. She waved down the bartender asking for a glass of water. After greedily gulping down the liquid she continued.

“The Red Crate has a rival, the Kolane Express. The Kolane Express was also started by Howans but instead, it was created after a father and son disagreement about a girl. The father, the owner of the Red Crate at the time, refused to let his pureblood son to see a muggle girl named Kolane. The son rebelled, sneaking off every chance her got to see Kolane. To keep things short, the father found out and killed the girl. The son retaliated by starting his own business hoping to steal some of his father’s cilents. He succeeded as the business is still around today.”

Emmett nodded thanks to the bartender who had refilled her glass. Telling the professor about her family strangely soothed her.

“Where was I? Oh, yeah. The two businesses always messed with each. Pillaging each other's modes of transport, stealing customers, and even murdering members of the businesses. Today ,the Red Crate is run by my family, my brother Jason in particular. He was the head." Tears formed again in Emmett's eyes. Not was, is. She shouldn't assume that he was dead not until he was found. With all her heart she hoped that he was found alive. Selfishly, it was because she had no desired to rejoin the family. She had left the Howans once and she will resist for as long as she lived.

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