Emmeline grimaced at the talk of alcohol. She really wasn't sure she wanted it to be a part of her life in the slightest. At least, not for a good long while. It could ruin lives. She'd seen it be the downfall of her father. Though it was alcohol with a combination of gambling that had ruined him and, as a result, the family. To say she was getting bitter was an understatement.

Settling onto the bench next to him, she felt an odd sense of comfort. She was comfortable next to him, which was odd. She still didn't understand it. She didn't even know him enough for it to make sense. As far as they were concerned they were strangers of entirely different points in their lives.

"Yeah, I'm thinking the Ministry," she continued, "I thought perhaps a healer but that would be dealing with the things creatures cause and not the creatures themselves. Which is the exact opposite of what I want to do." Who knew, maybe she'd go on to become the Care of Magical Creatures professor. She thought she'd quite enjoy that.

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