Emmeline didn't budge, not at first. She was still glaring at him, clearly unamused by the turn of their conversation and the way he didn't seem at all interested in explaining himself further. He was the worst sort of boy she'd ever known. How anyone could like him by any means, she didn't know. And clearly, he only got to the positions he had thanks to his name and status. It was disgusting, really.

"If you mean to say my type is one that can see beyond status and a name and see what a person is truly like," she started to say as she started to walk again, "Then yes, I'm think kind of a girl. A girl unphased by your disgusting arrogance and only your name to pave your way for you." She was nearly growling as she said it all, clearly angered beyond measure at the point but now back to the task at hand of patrolling. She just hoped the time would pass faster so that she could be away from him. Thank Merlin he wasn't a Gryffindor.

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