[Emmeline]
He didn't know what he was doing.

Well, okay he did. But he still didn't know why he was doing it. The whole... Emmeline Thing.

She had Dearborn now, and as much as he hated it, she seemed to (for reasons beyond him) actually like the jerk. Which was okay, really, because why should he get in the way of that? Except that he couldn't help but be obnoxious and try to do it anyway--for as long as they'd been broken up and all the crap they'd gone through at the end of their relationship, Ben still couldn't help but in some part of his mind think of her as his. They'd dated for too long and he still liked her too much for him to just switch that off, even though she obviously had and the whole thing was now making him look pathetic.

So why was he even there, was the question.

Conveniently, it had just walked through the door of the café, stopping him from getting up right then and leaving to rethink his attitude. Ben grimaced, but as Emmeline approached the table he hid it under a hopefully convincing smile. One look at her, and he should have run while he had the chance. This was why he liked being at Hogwarts in the first place. Talking to her in the journals was one thing, but seeing her was a whole other tidal wave of frustration--at himself, and at her for liking that disgusting Slytherin so much.

"I, ah--didn't know what you'd want to drink, so I didn't order anything yet."