Emma and Justin and Open
Justin Finch-Fletchley was making his rounds after the important celebration bit was over. The party, for the most part, was going decently he thought. Alright, so majority of the masses were Hufflepuffs and there was an obvious clique feel in the air, but that didn't stop the seventh year from being cordial to all who arrived. He figured since he'd organized the damned thing he might has well pretend he was a good host.
He'd scanned the room after saying his congratulations to Zacharias before realizing he'd not yet spoken to one Emma Bundy this evening. Absently he wondered how long she'd been there. "Oye, Bundy," he offered with a smile as he approached. He'd made a mental note of her rather attractive choice in clothing this evening but decided not to comment. Instead he teased, "You old enough to be bothering with that stuff?" His hand waved in the air as if attempting to shoo away the smoke from her cigarette.
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