Emmeline was watching on in the dining hall as someone from down the table practiced a charm. They seemed to be struggling, and if she was the kind and generous type, she would have offered her help. But she was neither of those types, and just watched on with a judging glance. When the charm eventually ended with an explosion and smoke, she smirked as she returned to her book, shaking her head. “I don’t miss that at all,” she mumbled to herself.











