Emmeline wrinkled her nose in response to his sudden attempts at chivalry. She knew better than to expect such from him. And.. he quickly proved such by giving her braid a tug as she went to move past him. It took every ounce of self control she had within her petite body not to turn and glare at him. It would only add to his enjoyment, she knew.

"Do you intend on ever growing up, Mr. Lestrange?" she asked a bit mockingly as they began on their way, making a point to not actually look at him.

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