Emmeline had been on her way to do some extra practice with her potions, one of the classes she felt she was relatively good at though knew that a little practice was never a bad thing. With just one more year before her NEWTs, she was determined to be at the top of her game. Not to mention, she quite seriously wanted the Head Girl position. It would require hard work and determination on her part, both of which she had a great deal of.

Happily humming as she went along, the cold lower levels of Hogwarts, a woman on a mission. She stopped dead in her tracks, however, at the sight of two younger students staring head on at something. She heard the young boy tell Miss Browne it was a boggart and had a feeling the girl was perhaps a bit frozen in fear.

"Miss Brown," she said calmly and soothingly as she came up quietly behind them, "Show it no fear. That's exactly what it wants from you. Do you know the incantation for Boggarts?"

She looked at the boy then, racking her brain for his name as he was a fellow Gryffindor. "Mr. Rey," she said, grateful she'd remembered, "Can you step a little bit away from the Boggart? It will help to confuse it." She hoped both the students weren't too frightened as to not be able to heed her advice.

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