Emmeline was still very much blushing but his laugh made her smile. She looked up to him with that smile, quite liking his laugh. But..then again, the alcohol had made her think a lot of things so she didn't really know what was real anymore. And then the thought of not seeing this guy again hit her. It didn't matter what she really thought of him because surely they wouldn't see each other again.

"I don't know," she answered, "The look on his face." She shuddered slightly at the thought. He'd been mad. And then she'd left.

"And then you know the rest," she added with a shrug, "I ran from the Three Broomsticks which, by the way, I will never go to again. It's clearly bad luck for my family. And now we're here. Sitting on a cold bench in the middle of the night." She took in a deep breath and blew it back out, blowing the stray strands of hair that had fallen into her face in the process. "Such a lovely night," she said, her tone dry and sarcastic, "I'm sure it's exactly what you pictured it be like, is it not?"

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