@sofiebauers;
“Hey uh--” Shit, what’s her name again? “Sofie.” Emma spreads her lips into a pleasant smile. The action feels so unnatural to Emma, she’s sure the discomfort radiates from her in waves. This isn’t like pretending to be nice to Edwina for 5 minutes to lure her into having ice cream with her only to drop the facade the moment they settled into the booth with their frozen treats. Emma has to be nice for like... who knows how long to get this information. Not having an estimate time of this fake niceness she has to do is really knocking her off her game. “Having a good day?” Oh fuck her right the fuck up. She hates this already. “I was wondering if I could ask you some questions. Just curiosity since I’m new and everything... Figured who better than my House Captain, right?” Honestly, just start digging her fucking grave right now. She’ll fall into it with no complaints after this conversation.