One of Emma's boys? ;]
Sigh. She really, really, really loved weddings. And winning the quidditch cup. And sex. She really loved all of those things, really. Really, really.
Her vocabulary had gone to shit.
Emmeline didn't mind it for now, though, and she sat blissfully unaware of her surroundings at table near the drinks, chin in hand and eyes nearly glazed from the euphoric mood she'd found herself in. This weekend had been exactly what she needed; winning, boyfriend, pretty dresses---just everything to keep her sane for her last, extremely stressful month of Hogwarts. Yes, Emmeline was sure she'd be able to thrive off of these past two days and make sure she passed her N.E.W.T.s with outstandings across the board, because she was just that happy.
Huh. Happy. That was a word her vocabulary hadn't been used to emitting. Hmm.
Her daydreaming was broken by someone entering her peripheral vision, rather close, really, and Emmeline's eyes slowly lifted to face them, a lazy grin on her face.
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