Emilie moved out as soon as she graduated. While she loves her family, she also needed to get her own space, especially if she'll be working with her dad (as she hopes). Working with him AND living with him would be a bit too much she feels, though she also worries about leaving him and the rest of her siblings.
The apartment is small with a single living room/kitchen/dining room and a small bedroom in the back. Still, as economical as Emilie is, she doesn't need much. She prefers decorating in white and keeping everything military clean and tidy.
She'd open the door with a smile on her face...that would change to a less amused look when she say what Clara was wearing. She'd let it pass without comment, waving her in. "Everything's still in boxes...but it'll be nice when it's set up."
She'd shrug. "If you'd like to help me unpack you're more than welcome. I mostly only have stuff for my room and the bathroom...but I went shopping this morning and got some kitchen stuff that you can open and put away." She'd glance around. "I'll need to get some furniture too when I can afford it."
She'd shake her head. "I've got my bed and they few bookshelves from my old room...but part of moving out is being independent. Besides, it's not like you guys won't need the couches at home, or that I'd want him to spend money you guys need on stuff for me."
She'd sigh, choosing her words carefully and moderating her tone a bit. "I feel like...I don't know if I can do this Clara. Like...I need to prove to myself I'm capable and don't need Mom and Dad looking over my shoulder all the time. Like I can take care of myself you know?"
She'd shrug. "One...because I don't really need a couch or anything for at least a couple weeks. Two, because I should be getting paid decently enough to be able to afford some things soon enough. ...and three, because then they'll be mine. Things I bought and paid for myself. Something I can be proud of."
"They'd be adults, and you a minor Clara. It's inappropriate...especially that guys at that age are pretty much pigs. You really shouldn't even bother until they mature which is like...twenty." She'd pause, then quickly add. "...and you're about that age too. Older guys just want to take advantage."
She'd sigh. "I don't want to see you hurt Clara. It's not about you handling yourself and much as it is not trusting boys who haven't grown up yet to think with their brains before doing stupid things."
She'd shake her head. "No...I told you I didn't mean that, and spoke badly. I do think you're too young to be having sex...and as a minor doing so with an adult would be illegal so you should get it out of your head."
She'd had enough of this conversation...especially the thought of some jerk taking advantage of her sister then abandoning her. "You'd be surprised..." She'd pause. "Besides if Dad found out he'd just kill the guy."
She'd look at Clara skeptically. "...you think he wouldn't? I wouldn't test him. Unless you want to be grounded forever...I'd just put a lid on the whole thing until you're an adult and get out of the house."
She'd pause. "If I felt I was doing it to help keep you safe...yes I would tell him." She'd pause again. "Once you're an adult you can do as you please Clara. Until then, your parents are responsible for you."
She'd nod. "You're right...but since they're responsible for your actions, if you're doing something morally or legally wrong they have a right to know...again at least until you're of age. At that point...If you tell me to let something go as long as it won't kill you or isn't illegal...I won't question your decisions."
She'd narrow her eyes. "I have had a drink before Clara...and I know how to have fun. You just need to get your work done first, which is the part you don't seem to get. That and things that are illegal aren't fun."
She'd pause for a few long moments then start to talk, her voice resigned, and matter-of-fact. "I...decided to go try it on my seventeenth birthday. Show of independence and all that. I...didn't really want to be seen at the Three Broomsticks since I didn't want people making fun of me." She'd flush a little. "So I went to the Hog's Head. I was...slowly working my way through my drink since it didn't taste that great when a guy started flirting with me. He was handsome and seemed nice...offered to buy me a drink for my birthday."
She'd pause and swallow hard, then continue her voice breaking a little. "It...was drugged. I only have flashes of the rest but I know he tried to take me somewhere and I know he was running his hands all over me...touching me..." She'd trail off and shake her head. "I know I fought back and...somehow got away. He didn't...I mean..." She wasn't sure how to explain the intimate details. "I think he only got to the touching, but it sort of haunts me what could have happened. I could have been...raped or taken away somewhere and sold or...any number of other things." She'd give Clara a serious look, words sort of spilling out now. "Which is why I worry about you. I'm...conservative and strong and cautious and if something like that could come so close to happening to me...I have to protect you and Rayne from the assholes of the world that want nothing more than to use you. It's...the fun you think you'll have, it's not worth it Clara. I don't want you to have to go through something like that to learn that. Have some guy all over you. Be scared that you could have just...disappeared. There's ways to have fun that are safe."
She listened to Emilie's story quietly, and wanted to go take care of the loser herself, honestly. She also wanted to retort a dozen different things that she would do differently that would keep her safe... but she didn't say any of them, because what would even be the point? "I'm sorry that happened to you."
"It...could have been much worse. I just want you to be safe Clara...not ruin your fun or your life. Mom's gotten...distant lately and I'm not sure what's going on there and Dad's starting working more...meaning I've got to step up and help you and Rayne right now." She looked a bit tired...worn down.
She'd shake her head. "I don't...but it's not the first time I've been felt up by some scumbag. It's mostly the drugged drink that really..." She'd pause, not wanting to admit it, but finally having to. "...terrifies me. I mean...clearly he was there with that intentionally to...do that to some poor girl. That could be you...or Rayne who's so trusting." She'd shake her head.
She'd shrug. "Boys seem to think a single kiss or date always leads to...them getting what they're after, and some decide no means I want to be touched." She'd look non-pulsed. "It's easily handled with the right sort of jinx, and they don't do it again even if they do rage at you...or flinch every time they see you." A small ghost of a smile would be on her lips. "...but the point Clara, is that I know what I'm talking about...I'm not just...making up rules to make your life miserable."
She pursed her lips a bit. "I've never run into that, honestly," she said. "I've... snogged several guys and gone out on a singular date with a few who just... drop things when we're done because I did."