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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.
“Missed what?” Edgar was hardly paying attention to his partner, glued to his drawings. He would rather draw than do magic but he wouldn’t exactly ever admit that. Not at Hogwarts were others who didn’t have the same blood type as him, fought hard to become great witches and wizards. If he said something out loud about not being a wizard, well he would feel a bit shitty. Best to keep those thoughts to himself and allow others like Emmeline do the magic. Besides the fact that they weren’t exactly on speaking terms so being paired with her was definitely a punishment by Merlin himself. “Blowing up things? Don’t have a boy’s heart to implode?”Â
Tilting her head as Edgar spoke, Emmeline found it easy to put on a smile. Though things weren’t great between them, she wouldn’t let it show how much it was effecting her. He had told her that he was done, or something along the lines. They weren’t good for one another, and while it was true, it was still a hard pill to swallow. “I’ve got three actually,” she told him, “Two seventh years and one sixth year.”









