 Wowza!
Emmanuelle was not entirely oblivious to Ian's mild discomfort but pretended otherwise. It would not be proper to point this out during company, and so she kept a small polite smile on her face. "Emmanuelle Leroy, pleased to meet you." She supplied, when Ian failed to introduce her to someone who obviously was an acquaintance of his, or a mere co-worker at the very least.
Then Ian and the woman whose name was apparently Sienna began to discuss all the Daily Prophet garbage that in private would make Emmy yawn at best and fall asleep at worse. Keeping a politely interested expression on her face, the woman tuned out both of the journalists and instead busied herself with staring at the Hogwartians seats with a curiosity.
When would they start to misbehave? "I think the t-shirts are quite ghastly," Emmanuelle said, ever the opinionated person she should perhaps not be.
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