I've looked for love in all the same old places
Found the bottom of a bottle always dry

But when you poured out your heart I didn't waste it
'Cause there's nothing like your love to get me high

@emily Outfit

Location: Rosalee Teabag 
Date & Time: June 28th 2018 10:35 am

A cloud was what she had been on for days, and she knew she would still be on it for weeks to come. They were pretty much public now and she knew that the fall out would come sooner or later, but nothing was going to keep them apart. She knew what she wanted and every little thing had been pushing her towards him since they met. She had been obsessed with the band, and she had joked with a friend when she had gone to that concert that he would be hers. She had shagged him that night and two years later, by chance, he was the brother of the man her family had seen fit to align her with. It was too much, it was too good. They were too good together, and she couldn't believe that she had found that thing that her mother had told her about her whole life. The former Travers woman had once made no sense to her, but now Cat understood every single bit of it. She got it all, but  she couldn't even tell her mother. She knew the consequences. 

Her betrothed had sent her in his stead (and his sister had sent him) they were both too busy they had said, too busy to meet with the new girl who was going to be brought into the fold by arrangement. She knew all too well what it was like to be in an arrangement that you have no say over. She had found her happiness but not everyone was as stupid as she was being. She didn't want to think that this young woman, this young Slytherin would be following in her foot steps, but then again Cat kind of stepped to the beat of her on drum, and did what she wanted to. 

She was sitting in the tea shop, eating on the cream puffs that were her favorite and couldn't help but to smile as she thought about it. Her mind was on the things that she would have for her wedding. Things that had been decided. She just had to figure out how to replace Michael with Van and not have the man killed. Her father had made the agreement that if she found love before she took her vows then she could do what she wanted and they would not judge her life. She had done that, but the festival had sort of.... complicated things.  More than sort of but she was trying to look at  things in the best light. Since then she had had her birthday and she was happier than she had ever been before. 

Someone approached and she stood, looking over the blonde. "You must be Emily."

RANK DOES NOT CONFER PRIVILEGE OR GIVE POWER. IT IMPOSES RESPONSIBILITY.

Outfit

Emily was nervous, though she did not know which member of the Parkinson family would be meeting her she was certain whoever it was they would most definitely outrank her in every way. She was not used to be outranked, she used to being at the top of the food chain compared to those around her and that would not be the case today and she did not know how to feel about that. It did not help that she had the added pressure from her father and brother to make a good impression on whoever she met today. 

She had just learned three days prior that she was to be married to someone she had never met, but this was not surprising to the girl. In fact this was something she had known to be expecting her whole life, it was common for purebloods, especially those in well of families to have arranged marriages and she was prepared for that, what she was not prepared for was the bomb she had dropped on her finding out she was betrothed to a half-blood. She had been furious with her father, how could he marry her to someone who was not pure? What had he been thinking? How could he do this to her? Was she being punished? These were the thoughts keeping her awake at night ever since she found out. 

What was worse was that her brother, her trusted confidant, partner in crime for their entire lives, had agreed with her father on the matter. This was heartbreaking to the girl and she was not sure that she could forgive him for such a betrayal. What was happening to her? She was becoming friends with half-bloods, meeting mudbloods, and now she was being married off to a half-blood too? It did not seem fair, how could her father forget what people of lesser blood status had done to her sweet grandparents? Had he forgotten their memory entirely? Either way, she could not just forget them so easily, she could not reconcile herself to this match, but she knew she had very little choice, it was a done deal. As soon as she finished school she would be married to this man. This half-blood that she had never even laid eyes on. 

She knew very little about him in general, other than that he was a Parkinson and rich, his only two redeeming qualities in her eyes. Although, her family was well off on their own so she did not even fully care about his financial abilities, but it was nice to know she would not be living in some apartment once she was forced to walk down the aisle to this person. She also knew that he was 23, but that was nothing to bat an eye at, it was common for older men to be betrothed to younger women, and he was not that much older than her after all. Plus she would not be marrying him until she was of age to do so and any intimate encounters before then were strictly prohibited, and at this point, Emily was glad for that. However, she knew she would still have to meet him long before the wedding, but she did not know when or where that would be, but the mere thought of the day filled her with dread. 

She tried to focus on the positive, she would be a Parkinson, her grandparents would have been very proud of her for that. She would also get to plan her dream wedding, something she had been looking forward to since she was a child. Lastly, she knew that both Delia and Terrianne would be over the moon with delight when she told them she would be marrying a half-blood and a Parkinson. The thought even managed to bring a little smile across her face. She walked into the tea shop and immediately saw a well-dressed girl sitting there, she did not think she was a Parkinson though she could not be sure, the girls stood and asked if she was, in fact, Emily and Emily responded with a smile and a nod. She was relieved to be meeting only one person for today. "Hello, are you the Parkinson I am supposed to be meeting today?"

Cat was not even a member of this family yet. She wasn't even sure that she would ever be and to be give a mission like this. It was weird to her. It was hard for her to see how this was supposed to work. Why was she going to be sent to meet the new girl when it was not her place to do so, but Michael had asked her so nicely. He wasn’t the best lover, but he was nice enough to her that she did what he asked when he went the extra mile to make her smile. He was a nice bloke but not someone that she wanted to spend the rest of her life with. As bad as it sounded it was the truth, she didn’t want to spend the rest of her life hoping for him to love her, when his interests would lay elsewhere. She was the one that should have pulled his focus when she came into the room, not always trying to catch his eye.

Instead here she was, waiting for this lass that would be marrying into the Parkinsons. To find out information for Tara and Donna, as well as help plan the wedding. She knew little of the family that the girl was from, but she had heard great things that was her father. She smiled softly at the woman and nodded her head. ”In a manner of speaking, yes. I’m your affianced’s cousin.”

RANK DOES NOT CONFER PRIVILEGE OR GIVE POWER. IT IMPOSES RESPONSIBILITY.

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Emily looked the girl over, she was very pretty and she almost looked as if she could have been a model, she was sure that if this girl was related to her future husband than at the very least he would be handsome indeed. She asked the woman if she was the Parkinson she was supposed to be meeting and she replied that she was her fiance's cousin and she smiled widely, hoping to make a sweet impression "it is nice to meet you, I am Emily, Emily Parker, I hope I have not kept you waiting too long?" Emily questioned, trying to use her best pureblood manners. She wanted to do the right thing here and she wanted this woman to like her so that in turn her future husband's family would like her, but at the same time, she was so torn about his blood status. She knew that her grandparents would have been happy he was a Parkinson though and perhaps they would have even wanted her to marry him, though she highly highly doubted she would have gotten their approval on this matter had they still been alive. 

Even still, she wanted to make a good impression, in the worst case of scenarios if this marriage fell through perhaps it would gain her another Parkinson marriage, this time with a man who was a pureblood, and that would most definitely have pleased her grandparents, of this much she was certain. She tried to imagine them plotting and scheming with her using every step as a cautious way to advance the plans she made with ghosts. She was not sure how she was going to get out of this marriage or if she would even really want to, she did want to make her family happy after all even if her father had completely disregarded her wishes, she did still love the man and wanted to do what was right by him. "So what can you tell me about my future husband?" she asked sweetly.