This thread is dedicated to Gracie (D.A.Forever) and Dani (Kaos.Doodles).

About our characters, Nevaeh, Quill and Emery.
Their story, their moments and more. Enjoy <3

Disclaimer: The Harry Potter characters and universe belong to J.K. Rowling.

Nevaeh’s smile had decided to stay. Not that it was unusual. Nevaeh was a happy person, in general. Emery could, however, feel that she was perhaps more happy tonight than the times when she was just generally happy.

The room echoed with the clinking of the dishes, Nevaeh was washing. Emery tried to match their sound with her humming. It amused Baby Noel for some reason and Emery was more than happy to keep him entertained.

“I still cannot believe you got him and yourself matching pajamas” She heard Nevaeh say.

Emery grinned; it had been a good first birthday.

“You just refuse to understand, that is the problem Emery” Nevaeh was close to giving up. She loved Emery to death, she really did, but at the moment Emery was being the most difficult person on the planet. Her fingers proceeded to form small circles on the sides of her forehead.

“Perhaps, I should have paid better attention to Muggle studies at school, because Bart surely is a strange piece of work!” Emery said icily. Nevaeh’s gaze met Emery’s for a brief moment. Emery noticed the obvious sadness in them before turning to walk out the room, muttering: “Stupid Muggle!”

It was late; they were tired and crashing in Nevaeh’s living room. But that was nothing unusual. Nevaeh however, found it amusing to see Emery already asleep on the couch, her head resting on Quill’s thigh, when she returned from little Noel’s room.

Her blue eyes wandered over to Quill’s hand which was resting on Emery’s head – his fingers idly stroking the girl’s hair. She couldn’t help but smile.

“She was pretty tired” she heard him say, when he noticed her looking. Their eyes met for a second, causing them to share a knowing look. Nevaeh grinned, Quill’s cheeks colored.

Abusing in front of Baby Noel was strictly prohibited. And since Emery Renaldi was such a potty mouth, things always got complicated. Like at the moment when the guy in front of her was being an absolute idiot and refusing he sold the socks, she held.

Noticing where Emery’s outburst may be leading to, Nevaeh elbowed her to be careful. Emery turned to smile sweetly at Noel before turning back: “You complete rotten lollypop! You are like the biscuit I never eat! Like the orange juice I throw out!”

Noel obviously clapped excitedly, hearing Aunt Emery say his favorite things.

Quill liked sleeping at night. Clearly it was not something his best friends practiced. When he woke up screaming – he really couldn’t come up with an explanation as to why they were in his room, in the middle of the night. Abruptly getting up and pulling the sheet to cover himself, he shrieked: “WHAT ARE YOU BOTH DOING HERE?”

“Well, we would’ve been here sooner but your room took too long to break into!” Emery spoke before Nevaeh nudged her on the side. Nevaeh’s other hand came forward, revealing a cake with a small candle lit on it.

Quill smiled.

“I just don’t get it!” Quill said loudly, as he eyed the book that he held out. A groggy Emery shifted in the chair next to him, trying fall back asleep.

“Don’t get what?” Nevaeh asked, resting her chin on the back of his chair.

“This book! It’s supposed to tell me my future but it doesn’t make any sense.” He squinted at the jumbled words once more.

“Well, I think it says you’ll be hit by a flying pillow.”

He had no time to respond before Emery raised her arm, throwing the pillow directly at his head.

“Nice prediction.”

“The drums are actually really easy to play.” Quill said to the new girl - Neveah. He smiled at her as she sat behind the drum set nervously.

“Are you sure?”

“Yup! You just have to go at your own pace.” He pushed his drumsticks into the younger girl’s hands. Neveah looked at him and back at the drum set. Then without pause she began to violently smash the sticks against anything that she could reach until finally one stick flew out of her hand.

“Was that a good pace?” She asked with a bright smile.

“That...that sure was something.”

“You have to wear them!” Emery insisted, as she dropped the cloth into Quill’s hands.

The boy (who would rather be called a man) sighed. Trying to hold back a frown, yet the look on his face revealed exactly what he thought about the clothes.

“Can’t I just wear a suit?”

“To a Wizarding event?”

“Can’t I just not go?”

Emery’s head shook. “Next you’ll ask me if you can go naked.”

“Can’t I just go naked?”

Leaning forward the singer's lips brushed against his cheek. “Put on the dress robes!” Without warning she forcefully pushed him into the bathroom.

Watching muggle TV always got amusing at some point. The afternoon was slow; the three best friends were lounging on the couch, watching TV. Emery was basically licking the salt residue left in the bowl from the popcorn, Nevaeh was humming to herself while Quill stared, in shock and in horror. Some muggle lady was demonstrating the technique of waxing, which helped muggle girls to remove leg hair.

The boy panicked: “I DON’T WANT YOU GUYS DOING THAT TO YOURSELF!”

Emery rolled her eyes.

Nevaeh patted his shoulder trying to soothe him. “Quilly, we are witches – we have magic, remember?”

Nevaeh and Quill got greeted by Emery’s sneezes instead of a smile, when they entered her room. “Em, you look green.” Quill commented, making a face. Emery made a weak attempt to throw a pillow at him but failed. “Oh really, Captain Obvious!?”

Nevaeh grinned before sitting down. Emery immediately crawled forward and rested her head on the girl’s lap. “Nev! Fix me please!” she whined, blowing her nose into the handkerchief she held.

“Well, maybe we can transfigure your nose into something that doesn’t leak.” Quill suggested, ducking out the way when a sticky handkerchief got directed towards him.

The only other night that Emery remembered which was going to even come close to Nevaeh’s night was the Yule ball. She remembered the lights, the glittering, the beautiful dresses and the handsome boys. Everything would be much prettier this time around, of course. She would make sure of that. Nothing was going to be less than perfect.

The mother of one had been running around with Barty’s sister, who was a wedding planner, to achieve just that. Poor Quill had been graciously obliging to his wife’s demands and best friend’s happiness. Even he knew Nevaeh deserved a perfect night.

Emery had been waiting for this moment. To Emery it was as if Bart was going to speak for the very first time. She wandered if Nevaeh and Bart actually talked. The way they were looking at each other, she figured Bart wouldn’t have to say anything and Nevaeh would hear him anyway.

How ironic, given that words were suppose to come easily to Bart.

Everyone was waiting for him to speak but he stayed quiet. Suddenly a small smile appeared on Nevaeh’s lips, a little disappointed, Emery contemplated if they had exchanged their vows without the need of speaking.

Maybe she was allergic to the flowers. Emery didn’t know. All she knew was that her nose itched and she couldn’t do a single thing about it. Except stare into Quill’s eyes and try hard to hear what the priest was saying.

It was her wedding. She was supposed to concentrate. BUT THAT NOSE.

Quill’s brows pulled, watching his soon to be bride in confusion. A smile soon found its way to his lips when he saw Emery mouth him her worry. Raising his hand, he gently let his finger stroke the tip of her nose before whispering: “I do”

Taking a seat as they arrived to Floreans, Nevaeh rubbed her very large tummy and stretched her feet out in front of her. "So," She continued on babbling, "We decided on a name."

"Have you finally decided to name her after me?" Emery asked, while settling into her own chair that Quill had oh-so-kindly pulled out for her.

Nevaeh tossed her a smile, before saying, "Her name is Sunny."

"Sunshine," Quill said, grinning from his wife to his best friend.

"Okay, time for ice cream! The baby needs ice cream, Quilly. Go order for us." Emery shouted, all excited. "Please?"

"What are we doing, exactily?" As the question was asked, Quill sighed. They were always on some wild goose chase, and while normally it didn't bother him, he wasn't so sure about this one -

Nevaeh turned back to him, giving Emery a look before Quill. "We are going to find out why Zachary keeps sneaking around, that's what."

Emery was busy peeking out of the closed blinds, watching Zachary walk down the street until he disappeared on the spot. "Um.. I think we have a problem."

"What?" Quill asked, almost worried - Nevaeh frowned.

"He apparated away," Emery informed.

"Hi, hi baby Quin," Nevaeh cooed at the newborn in his hospital crib, "I'm your favorite aunt Nevaeh," His only aunt, really.. Quill was an only child, and Emery had brothers - well, there was Maria, and Roxy, and one day Orlando would grow up and - Nevermind.

Back to the baby, her attention went.

"You can pick him up," Quill said, as if stating the obvious. Emery beamed, and nodded encouragingly. "Bring him here, too!"

Carefully, Nevaeh lifted the bundled baby, her smile growing even wider. "We're going to have so much fun together, Quincy."

"Quinten," Quill corrected.

"Quinny."

By the time Nevaeh had arrived with reinforcement, Quin's crying had calmed considerably - from what she heard. "OKAY," She started, taking her nephew straight out of his mummy, and her best friend's arms. "Emery, go nap. Quill, you too. Go, go!" She was not asking, by any means. They were both exhausted.

"Hi Quinny," Nevaeh cooed, brushing her fingers against his red cheeks. Back to work, though. "Zachary, make a bottle for him, and then start the laundry."

"Tyler, I want you to start picking up the house." Annnd, her son. "Baby Noel, want to help mummy feed Quinny?"

His first trip to Hogsmeade. Joseph Noel Wallace was feeling rather IN with the crowd, being the tallest in his class, and being twelve really helped matters, you see. Using his long fingers to comb back his blonde hair, the young wizard put on his cool smile and marched forward – ONLY to wish he hadn’t.

Coming to a halt, the boy closed his eyes and wished to dear wizard God, what he saw wasn’t true. But then he heard it.

“BABYYYY NOOOEL,”

Please?

“NOOOOEEEY,”

Yep. It was happening.

His mom, Aunt Emery, and his little sister were here.

“BABY NOEL!”

She was part Veela, Emery was sure of it. Her teeth grinded, when the girl smiled so brightly and stood next to Quill like she wanted to climb him.

Was it really necessary to stand like that? Yes, they had won the stupid dance competition. Yes, she and Quill were partners.

But Emery was the girl friend.

And she had been a good girlfriend for eight weeks. But now, she was giving herself full permission to break the troll’s face.

IF ONLY, Quill didn’t look so happy and beam-y holding that trophy, though. Sigh.

She smiled, cheering with the crowd.

Staring at Grandpa Grey's funny looking car for a moment, Nevaeh pulled on the door handle and beamed over at Emery, as if silently encouraging her to get in the car that did not belong to her. "Nev, what are you doing?" Quill asked, almost hesitantly.

Nevaeh waved off his concern, and plopped herself into the drivers seat. Somehow, and Quill hadn't the slightest clue how, the girl had found his grandfather's keys. "Hurry up and get in, Quilly. So Em can get in, and don't worry, I know what I'm doing. I've watched my mum's relatives drives these things."

Sunny huffed for the millionth time, small hands on her hips. "MUUUUM! DAD! AUNT EMERY! UNCLE QUILL!" She shouted as loudly as her lungs would allow, and plopped down in a chair, ruffling her princess dress in the process. Her calls were ignored, of course.

First glaring at the floor, and then at her brother, Ronan, Sunny's gaze wandered to her cousins, Penelope in particular. "Gosh, they take sooo long. Longer than we do, to get ready!"

It was JUST Halloween. Did it really take that long to put on a costume and a mask?

"MUUM!" Sunny shouted once more.