w o r r i e s (Emily/Gabriella)

[doodle]

Blaize shoved his key into the lock and let himself in to the house. It was quiet, and all the lights, spare for one lamp, were turned off. He assumed that his parents had already gone to bed, even though it was only eleven in the evening. Since his promotion to Assistant Manager back at Scrivenshaft's, he had been working more hours than ever, and when tacked on top of the two-hour commute both ways... Needless to say Blaize was out of the house more than he was in it. Perhaps it was a good thing, relations were tense right now. Blaize bit his lip as his mind drifted to Emily, he was worried about her. They barely spoke anymore, but whenever he saw her, she appeared to be wasting away.

Not tired enough to go to bed yet, Blaize threw himself onto the couch without even removing his shoes and turned on the television. Being his odd self, the only entertaining thing that he found was the muggle news. Blaize wondered why they even had a television, neither Ron nor Hermione watched it, Gabriella had moved out, and both Emily and himself were working too many hours to have much time for it. He supposed they had gotten it to keep Granddad Weasley entertained when he and Grandmum Weasley came to visit. Or to appear normal to their muggle neighbours. From his position on the couch, Blaize heard the front door open and turned his head to look at...

[weaslebee2]

Emily was a bit concerned when she got to the door and found it unlocked, it wasn't safe to be leaving one's door open these days. Once inside she noticed that Blaize was watching television in the sitting room, and managed a small wave in his direction before she shoved herself into the door to close it all the way and did up the locks. Ron had enchanted them, no spell could unlock them, you had to have a key. She brought her bony fingers to her temples, she had become accustomed to a continuous headache from lack of eating, but it usually intensified at this hour, and she had been made to work overtime today because of of the night maids had called in sick.

Without a word, Emily plopped into the armchair in the sitting room, still in her uniform, and stared blankly at the news anchors reporting some mudslide that had happened in California. She was far too tired to drag herself up the stairs, and was thankful that she did not have work the next day, she would be able to sleep as late as she wanted without consequence. Emily closed her eyes lightly, but her mind was far too busy to allow her to drift off.

[doodle]

"Hey Em," said Blaize, turning his eyes from the muggle news to his twin sister. She looked terrible, so thin, so ghostly pale... Her hair was black again, when had that happened? He was determined that he was going to do whatever it took to make Emily feel her old self again, even if it meant giving up his job for the summer, or however long it was going to take. "I'm starved, do you ant anything?" Blaize asked as he got up from his spot on the the couch.

[weaslebee2]

Emily crinkled her nose in disgust, although her stomach lurched with hopefulness at the mention of food. She had become accustomed to the hunger pains, but could not deny that she was tempted by rich, calorie-laden concoctions but she knew that she couldn't. Besides, she had made a math error and had eaten two-hundred and seventy calories instead of her usual two-hundred. "No thanks," said Emily.

[doodle]

Blaize sighed and then walked to the kitchen. He opened the fridge and began looking around. He decided that he was going to make himself a salami sandwich on rye bread, it had used to be one of Emily's favourites. Without saying a word, Blaize fixed a second sandwich, much smaller than his, for his sister. Baby steps. Even if he could only get her to eat a bite then he would be happy. Blaize returned to the sitting room and placed the sandwiches on the coffee table quietly.

[weaslebee2]

Emily raised her eyebrows after she opened her eyes at the sound of two plates being set down on the table in front of them. Both of them held a salami sandwich. Her mouth began to water, she swallowed forcefully, she was not going to go even more over her limit by eating that sandwich. I am not hungry, Emily mentally told herself over and over. She instead turned her full attention to the muggle news, now talking about some celebrities getting married. She didn't have any interest in the story, she didn't even know the people in question.

[doodle]

Blaize frowned a bit, but decided that he was going to wait to force the sandwich down his sister's throat, it had only been sitting for maybe two minutes at most, the salami, butter, and pepper-jack cheese were still cold. He didn't say anything, but stared at the television without really paying attention to what was being said or the stories up to come. By the time commercials started, Blaize had already finished his sandwich. He looked to Emily, she had not even touched hers, nor moved from her position in the slightest.

[weaslebee2]

Once some sort of announcer began talking about some new muggle product, Emily looked over to find that Blaize was staring at her. "You shouldn't have made the second sandwich," said Emily softly. "I don't want it," She then looked back to the television screen, as if immensely captivated by it, although only some sort of lemon-scented cleaning solution was being advertised. Emily lightly closed her eyes again, about ready to fall asleep, though not quite there.

[doodle]

Blaize's frown deepened further, it was obvious in her face that she wanted it. But this obsession with being thin, she wouldn't admit it to herself that she was quite literally starving. "But you need it," Blaize added to Emily's statement under his breath so she would not be able to hear him. The second she closed her eyes, Blaize took an opportunity to get some food in her. Acting quickly, he grabbed the sandwich and pinned her down against the couch, she felt so bony and fragile beneath him...

[weaslebee2]

Emily let out a noise like a mouse being trodden on when Blaize forcefully pushed her against the back of the chair, and instantly began to struggle, but found herself far too weak for her brother. "Blaize!" Emily hissed. "Get off! You're hurting me!" He indeed was, her body was too unprotected from a physical attack, Blaize was putting pressure on her very bones. She continued to squirm, but knew that her efforts were in vain, as she couldn't budge her brother.

[doodle]

Blaize also was nowhere near comfortable, the bones that Emily's skin stretched so tightly over were poking him, but he wasn't giving up until his sister had gotten some nourishment in her. "Not until you eat," Blaize said simply, holding the sandwich close enough to her face so all she had to do was open her mouth and lean her head forward a few centimeters to be able to take a bite. Blaize could keep this up for quite some time, he clearly had the upper hand here.

[weaslebee2]

Emily knew better than to open her mouth to respond, as Blaize would use that as an opportunity to quite literally shove the sandwich down her throat. She instead clamped her lips closed tightly, and pulled herself back into the chair, as far away from the fat and carbs that she could get. She knew it wouldn't do her much good, and that Blaize would probably force it to eat, be when he let her up she could go into the bathroom and force herself to vomit.

[doodle]

Blaize emitted a sigh of frustration, perhaps this was going to be more difficult than he thought it was going to be. "Em, is this really what you want?" Blaize said in exasperation. "If you keep this up you're going to kill yourself. We all miss you, everyone's worried. It's hard watching you withering away, you have to eat, Emily." He bit his lip, wondering if that had gotten him anywhere, probably not, what with Emily being such a die-hard anorexic now.

[weaslebee2]

Tears welled up in Emily's eyes, but her mouth still remained defiantly shut. Nobody understood, there was nothing in her life that was under her control anymore, food and the injuries that she gave to herself were her only forms of release. The only things that she had complete dictatorship over, the things that nobody else could do for her. Emily turned her head up, but was coming to terms with one way or another that Blaize would get that cursed sandwich in her.

[doodle]

Blaize sighed yet again, he really had no other choice. With the hand not holding the sandwich he pinched Emily's nose closed, she would have to open her mouth to breathe, at which point he would force her to take at least one bite. Only perhaps a minute now. Blaize continued to bit his lip, waiting for his opportunity. At least Emily wasn't screaming or making a lot of noise, he didn't need Ron and Hermione getting in the way of this.