Emma and Justin and Open
Emma wondered why she had come alone. There didn't seem to be too many people, and nothing terribly illegal was happening yet. Perhaps she should have asked Lavender to come along.
Somebody called her by her last name, and for a moment she thought they had said "Bunny"--an old nickname which she detested ever since her return for her sixth year. But when she glanced around she saw Justin Finch-Fletchley heading towards her. They hadn't really spoken since the year before. Emma was not ashamed to say that she had sort of shunned him, as well as others, upon her return to Hogwarts.
Part of her wanted to exhale in his face, when he mentioned her smoking, but doubted it would do any good since it only smelled like some sort of vanilla incense. She hated being reminded of her young age. "Positive," she replied, plastering a smile on her face regardless. No point in acting rude.
She reached into her bag, searching for her supposedly vintage cigarette case. "Oh, how rude of me. Would you care for one?" Her eyes glinted.
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