You know the kind - destined to know exactly what they want, but fated to not have the faintest idea how to get it.

Emmeline finds that nearly every aspect of her life is a perfect example of a sob story, but if asked what, exactly, makes her life so seemingly melodramatic, one example immediately comes to mind.

And, better yet, it cad be summed in two words. Well, three.

Sirius freaking Black.

And really, can’t all, or at least most, women’s problems be summed up in three very similar words?

Sirius turns out to be one of the few constants in her life, and it drives her insane. Her dreams are marred with him. Black hair, dark eyes, talk about tragic, (damn it all, that’s probably what has her attracted in the first place). Her thoughts are always about him. Actually, more or less, she sleeps, breathes and eats Sirius.

Okay, well, maybe not eats. And the worst part? She’s an adult. A full-grown adult, dammit! Too old for silly, childish crushes - especially at a time like this, when the most dangerous, powerful Dark Wizard of all time is rising and she’s in the secret society trying to defeat him.

Right alongside Sirius freaking Black and his equally agitating friends - although, to be fair, Remus is pretty okay at times, and poor Lily has been drug into all of this.

But as it turns out, fighting said Dark Wizard and having your life in danger and having to lie every day makes quite an actress out of you; makes you cold and unfeeling.

So she poses and she smiles at the camera, surrounded by people who everyone knows, deep in their bones, are gonna die soon. She prays that, soon, she can stop thinking about him.

But she doesn’t stop thinking about him until the light goes out of her eyes.

--Cayenne