RP Thread: Embyr Rivers and Anthony Goldstein. Who: Embyr Rivers and Anthony Goldstein. When: August 5th, 1998. Where: Flourish & Blott's, Diagon Alley. Rating: PG, for now. Summary: Embyr makes good on her promise (threat?) to visit her old DA mate, Anthony Goldstein, while he's at work. She's lonely. He's lonely. C'mon.
Embyr Rivers did not go out and "see" people. She didn't have dates, nor did she go to parties thrown by her once-beloved housemates. Being told she could not attend Hogwarts almost a year ago had severed a part of her; as the year went on, she found it more and more difficult to relate to the people she'd once had everything in common with.
Where were they? Studying up in Gryffindor Tower. Being healed in the Hospital Wing by Madame Pomfrey. Cheering at a Quidditch match.
Where was Embyr? Working a double shift at the Three Broomsticks, trying to scrape together enough money to pay her rent and buy some groceries.
Yesterday, however, had sparked a change. Embyr had felt quite alone, over the months, that was certain. It hadn't even occurred to her that someone else might have gone through something worse than being banned from Hogwarts. Anthony Goldstein, however, had lost both of his parents in one fatal blow. Perhaps, she began to think, she had a friend who might need her. That's what she'd convinced herself of, anyway. This was purely a selfless deed. Obviously. There was nothing in it for her at all, except seeing a friend.
So, with that do-gooder attitude and a bounce in her step, Embyr fled the headquarters of the Daily Prophet on Monday evening, ready to visit Flourish & Blott's. And along with that... Anthony Goldstein.
She was about as professional as a 17-year-old could look; pleated navy skirt, grey leggings, short-sleeved blouse. Despite her petite frame, she hadn't quite mastered the high-heels that apparently women needed to wear in order to be taken seriously, so she made do with navy ballet flats. Yanking open the door with an unexplained flutter of nervousness in her stomach, Em walked into the shopped and glanced around for Anthony Goldstein, parchment salesman. Surely he couldn't have changed that much.