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The Ravenclaw and Aurelia closely resembled rain; sometimes heavy, and occasionally light but nevertheless stuck together falling in one direction, down. Whether it was fate or cruel misfortune, one thing was certain. She would never be able to shake those crystal blue eyes, so there was no shame in stirring the pot a bit. It was never hard to weather the storm, especially when she was the one testing the waters with the Gryffindor. She was always prepared for a bumpy ride, for Emma loved to rock the boat in a storm, but not hers, of course.

"You as well," she released his grip, pocketing her hand in another. This was perhaps an all-time low for the girl, messing, even flirting, with another's lover. Between the whole slug incident and earning several spots in detention, it was needless to say she had built an entire reservoir of things to hold against her. Despite a rather short-term memory, she was amazing at holding grudges with those that wrong her and Aurelia was a close second on her hitlist with a tie for first.

Holding eye contact with the boy, the brunette internally winced at her actions. Her head was everywhere and out of focus. School and boys didn't interest her anymore. Though a big chunk of her life, she just couldn't pull the motivation to care about her marks, and she wouldn't stoop to the girl's level and find a lover. It simply wasn't... interesting, though she could find nothing else to train her mind on. Well, there was one thing, but nothing she wanted to focus on. After all, it's summer break.

"Oh my goodness, yes!" She beamed, letting her hands do more talking than her tongue. "I was actually waiting for her, say my goodbyes before... well, what part of America are you from again?" It was an inferred guess, assuming Aurelia would be doing more than acquiring a summer job like herself. How pathetic, she thought to herself. While Emma would be out providing her own source of income, little miss perfect would be collecting from her betrothed. She was no better than any other gold-digging wife she'd witnessed on television.

"Awe, aren't you just a sweetheart. I imagine it's much past midnight over there." She prodded, throwing him a light compliment as she shifted the weight in her foot. Unsure why, but it was amusing to hear the foreign speak to her. She hadn't heard the accent in a while, not since her first encounter with an Ilvermorny student. "She definitely keeps me on my toes," she paused to calculate her next words. "Never know what to expect with that one."

Sometimes, people were only meant to be in your life for a season. Unsure from where, but this quote had stuck to her for months. Whether it was a television show's season or a quarter of the year, no one was bound to stay together, especially not in the jumbled confusion of Hogwarts. She assumed the same for Aurelia and her pairing, though she had indeed landed the jackpot. It would be difficult to fumble him, but the Ravenclaw knew her opposer would discover a way to screw things over. In fact, she was betting on it.

Relationships were strange. Meet the presumed love of your life, talk for eight months (if they lasted that long), cut each other off, grieve a little or a lot, and never look back. It sounded like a very messy venture, especially in her inconsistent adolescent years, but Emma couldn't help but daydream about the future with her perfect someone. It actually didn't sound too ominous; she obviously had what it took to tease her way into a relationship.

"Ahhh," the brunette noted absent-mindedly, hoping her grade four geography lessons would come in handy. That was a while ago, and definitely not the few American states she frequently came across in the news. It was no Florida and was no California. "She'll thank you for how supportive you are."

As she listened to Hadrian in the scalding warmth, Emma was at a loss for words. While she considered her confidence high, she just couldn't find much to relate to the boy beside the obvious. She didn't even want to think about the Gryffindor, much less converse about her. She had accumulated many years' worth of hate for the girl. Yet, she was constantly putting herself in situations that contradicted her apathy. She dropped her backpack to the ground, alluding to the sense of amenity. Plus, it was beginning to weigh down her figure. "Ugh, sorry, that thing," she tittered, glancing off in the direction of the train. "Though that's a shame, I'm more on the Cambridge side.

I've thought about applying for a Muggle job, maybe the local supermarket," the Ravenclaw answered, weighing the pros and cons of working in retail. While her father provided all that he made, the money was valueless in the Muggle world. "There are some local restaurants that would probably call security if I tried to pay with galleons. Really really good food though, my family went a while ago. You? Are you working this summer?"

She threw another glance at the train, insuring her siblings had made it on time. "Or spending time with Mrs... well, whatever your last name is," the girl giggled.