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[emery j. thruston]

emery was high.

deliciously and wonderfully high, the kind of high that can only be achieved by a skilled gilly weed smoker. the trees in the distance looked too perfect to be real, as though they had been sketched or molded or just simply created for one purpose, to be viewed by emery. a light airy sensation worked it's way through her stomach as she burst out into fits of laughter, using her wand to twirl her pillow through the air. emery laid down onto her back, throwing her tight-encased legs into the air and kicking off her leather boots and tossing them into the distance. when emery was high, there wasn't any of the pressure to get good marks in class, or live up to her parents' expectations, or stress about carter, or worry about quidditch. it was just emery and the air and the earth and the sun and all of the beautiful nothingness around her.

i suppose it's somewhat imperative to describe just how emery wound up, bootless, in the middle of the astronomy tower, wrapped in a blanket and completely high out of her mind. after a long week of exhausting classes, slave driving quidditch practices and boy issues - who didn't have them these days? - emery felt the need to get high. it wasn't an addiction of sorts where she was going through withdrawal, but rather emery craved that feeling of being completely aware of every fiber and every beat inside of her body. it was no fun smoking by herself anymore, and surely a seventh year slytherin with great marks in school and on the quidditch team couldn't just go advertising around for smoking partners.

so, emery did what she usually did in situations of dire boredom, necessity, or just plain cravings of pure friendship: she called upon fred weasley. ah, good old fred. to emery, he was something of a lassie complex. no matter how many times emery had lashed out at him while pmsing, or the one time she had set his pants on fire after getting drunk on new year's eve, he still seemed to be perfectly fine with being friends with her. and as an added bonus - he made amazing forts, was the perfect smoking buddy, and understood emery's need for cuddles without commitment. emery had a strict persona to keep up, and the tough, bad ass bitch who would turn you into a candle wick with no hesitation didn't exactly go around cuddling for the hell of it.

sneaking out of her dorm was a no brainer, seeing as that emery had exited it more times when she wasn't supposed to than when it was perfectly acceptable to leave. ah, the life of a nocturnal, seventh year trouble maker. emery had sent an owl to fred, asking him to bring fort making supplies, snacks if he could, and his best smoking clothes if he would please, and meet her at the astronomy tower at exactly midnight. emery made her way to the tower, the glass gillyweed bong in her hand absolutely burning her fingers with excitement. emery had yet to sneak into this part of the castle, and was more cautious as she set up their makeshift camp.

and so, we come to the present, where emery is leaning against a damp stone wall, a bear shaped pillow, and a horribly made fort. she drew the blanket closer around her, bringing her lips to the opening of the bong and inhaled a great amount of gilly weed. "fred?" she called out, hearing foot steps in the distant. her hazy mind barely registered the footsteps, and she could only hope with the one sober thought left in her mind that it wasn't a professor come to smash her over the head with a great big expulsion. out of impulse, she hid the bong behind her, which wouldn't do a fat lot of help if they were caught, but hey, the girl was high as a kite - give her some credit. when the ginger boy appeared, she felt her muscles relax entirely.

"hello, pet. come fix our fort, please?" her eyes twinkled as she brought the bong back onto her lap and settled onto the blanket. "then come and snuggle, please. i need to hear all about your life."

VICKY AS FRED WEASLEY TURN IT UP! IT'S ABOUT DAMN TIME TO THIS SORT OF SUCKS, BUT I JUST NEEDED SOME FRED LOVE IN MY LIFE! I'M SO SICK OF THE ASTRONOMY TOWER, IT'S MAKING MY BRAIN FINISHED! I'M JUST TALKIN' 717 WORDS. I'M TELLING YOU 'BOUT THAT EMILY AS EMERY THRUSTON. WE'RE SELLIN' KE$HA, SLEEPIN' IN WE R WHO WE R, DRESSIN' IT OUTFIT, HITTIN' ON HOT AND DANGEROUS !? @ CAUTION 2.0. HARD!

[fred a. weasley]

fred had been called out by emery. she wanted him to smoke with her. which was a pretty typical past time for the two friends. it was odd, emery was definitely one of the only slytherin’s whose company fred could bare. the majority of the rest of them were just insufferable prats and he felt it was his job to personally prank them and put them back in their place. this amused fred to no end, but yeah, emery and travon were probably fred’s favourite slytherins because in reality they didn’t act all that much like slytherins. emery was a good friend of his, even more so now she and goldfish were involved. any time spent with her by necessity had to be mental, pretty much crazy. and so they spent a lot of time being childish together and smoking and just being epic friends really. he had all of his other friends but emery was a good buddy to smoke with as sometimes the others felt that smoking was a bit too much, plus they didn’t understand cuddling didn’t mean anything most of the time, and emery did. and so the two of them often spent a lot of time in random forts built by fred, sitting there smoking a good bit of gillyweed and chatting about rubbish whilst snuggling and just enjoying an afternoon without stress or worrying. perfect.

the ginger haired gryffindor was on his way out of his tower. by his watch it was almost midnight, and the astronomy tower was a quick walk across the way from the gryffindor tower. it was all good he’d be there on time and not keep her waiting at all. he was well used to sneaking around at night and knew all the tricks for ensuring peeves didn’t yell out to the caretaker, he wasn’t exactly an amateur. he’d been in many sticky situations before and so knowing your way around the castle was always a very useful thing, and it was probably the first thing he’d been taught by his father after he’d received his hogwarts letter. fred’s father george and george’s brother fred had been notorious back in their day at hogwarts, and george weasley had definitely wanted to ensure that fred became as infamous as them, he only wanted the best for his son. so unbeknownst to angelina, george had taught fred about pranks and about everything in the castle. and then after the first letter home saying fred had been out of his bed in the night in a place which he shouldn’t have been, george had had to come clean, but had been pleased that fred was using his tricks well. messing about and sneaking around had always been an integral part of the weasley family life, after all, being part of such a big family it was important to keep things private some of the time, otherwise you’d have grandma molly and grandpa arthur constantly berating you. well, in the case of fred this happened a lot, big family meals were a time for them to enquire as to how much fred had got into trouble and to tell him he should be less like his father. it always amused fred a great deal.

fred had in his hands, various pillows and a duvet over his shoulders, as well as a tray of brownies floating behind him, and packets of crisps in his jacket pockets. he was certainly ready for a nighttime smoke and fort building session. he reached the fort up in the tower and shook his head, she had not made it very well at all. ”hey em.” he grinned a little peering through the entrance. ”terrible fort, terrible.” the red head set about to fixing the fort and making it completely cosy with the pillows and duvet, and then he entered it, sitting down next to em. he took the bong from her and inhaled some of the smoke. leaning he head down onto hers he sighed. ”my life is shit, you know that.” it was true. ”mel left me as you know, i’m having a lot of sex which i suppose is good, but i’m always hungover and i think ria’s worried, not that she can do much about it. anyway, i want to hear about you and fish.”

word count: 720.
notes: aww cute friendsies.
listening to: don’t stop believing – glee cast.

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[emery j. thruston]

for a while, emery had not really wanted anything to do with fred. she hated most of the gryffindors, seeing as that the ones she had been with since first year seemed act like pompous holier-than-thou assholes who needed to be taken down a few notches. i know, i know - the gryffindors are the cream of the crop, the best in the school, saved the day over and over again and all of that jazz. but, emery had never had any patience for heroes, really, and had heard many a time about all of the past adventures of gryffindors. slytherins got a bad name, really. you never heard about the witch who graduated from slytherin about eleven years ago who was working closely in tandem with muggle scientists to cure cancer, or the wizard who had graduated three years before emery came to hogwarts who opened up the first wizarding orphanage. oh nooo, it was all about the bad ones, and yeah, emery was a bitch...but she wasn't evil, right?

fred never acted like a gryffindor, though. no one - regardless of gender, age, race, house, all that jazz - was ever immune to his pranks. even emery, with fred knowing her temper, had walked into several of his pranks in the hallways and things. at first, she had wanted to rip his head off - who was this pipsqueak ginger running rampant around the hallways, setting off pranks like mousetraps to unsuspecting students? after coming to find that many of her weird sisters clan actually liked the kid, emery had decided to give him a chance. and boy was she glad she had - fred was one of the best friends emery had ever made, and sexual tension was completely void with the. of course, emery thought that he was incredibly handsome and cute, but never had she ever gotten the urge to jump his bones or anything of that nature.

a giddy sort of squeal that only someone smoking gilly weed could utter escaped her lips. emery tried to sit up and greet fred as he walked into her view, but only resulted in falling back down in a fit of laughter. this was the best part of the high - when she was elated, laughing, all of that sort. it was later that she had to worry about, as the high wound down and her anxiety flared inside of her mind. that was when the demons in her mind really caught up, the angry and sad emotions, the things that she usually tucked and neatly sealed away threatened to burst. embarrassingly enough, emery had broken down more than enough times in front of fred, and yet he had never judged for her it. emery pushed any thoughts of sadness out of her mind, rubbed her eyes lazily with balled up fists and opened her eyes as wide as they would allow.

"freeeeeed!" she sang out, managing to sit up and cross her legs indian style. it was absolutely wonderful when you were high, almost like being a baby again. she was suddenly so aware of every limb, and wondered how exactly she managed to cross and uncross her legs, or do simple tasks such as sit up or lay down or even wink. emery's stomach sang out with the sound of the crinkling chip packages in fred's pockets, her greedy fingers digging inside of them and pulling a bag out for herself. "mmm, snacks. you're a good fred, yes." she set the bong down next to her, trading the coveted spot on her lap for hte newly opened bag of chips.

emery laid back down, allowing fred to lay down next to her so they could begin cuddling. she popped a few chips into her mouth, alternating between the snacks and the drugs. she planted a very nonromantic and slightly slobbery kiss on the top of his head. "fred, you're like my baby, you know? like my child. i birthed you," she giggled slightly manically and nuzzled her face into his hair. she hiccuped, followed by a burp. "oy, excuse me, luv!" she handed both items over to him. "oh boooo, i hated that whore," emery nodded. true, she didn't like many people, so emery's dislike of mel hadn't exactly been reason enough for fred to break up with mel...at the time.

"lots of sex?" emery waggled her eyebrows. fred was one of the few people to know that emery was actually a virgin, though she acted as though she wasn't. "with who, pumpkin?" fred's sex like wasn't exactly stimulating, but it was rather juicy gossip, even if she would't spread it around to anyone at all. okay, maybe fish and mav...but they had to already know, right? emery positively gleamed at the next piece of information. "ria! are you two going to date anytime in the next four billion years? please?" emery made a fake puppy dog look. she batted her hand at his next question, though even in her state her eyes showing just how happy she was. "welllll, we're dating..." em grinned.

VICKY AS FRED WEASLEY TURN IT UP! IT'S ABOUT DAMN TIME TO THIS SORT OF SUCKS, BUT I JUST NEEDED SOME FRED LOVE IN MY LIFE! I'M SO SICK OF THE ASTRONOMY TOWER, IT'S MAKING MY BRAIN FINISHED! I'M JUST TALKIN' 852 WORDS. I'M TELLING YOU 'BOUT THAT EMILY AS EMERY THRUSTON. WE'RE SELLIN' KE$HA, SLEEPIN' IN WE R WHO WE R, DRESSIN' IT OUTFIT, HITTIN' ON HOT AND DANGEROUS !? @ CAUTION 2.0. HARD!

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