... Emily saw what this man was doing, and she didn't like it. Verbal promises meant nothing to her... though she did make a mental note to pensieve this memory, should such an occasion warrant her to pull it out and grill him about it, again.
"I should hope so," she replied, but she was still not quite satisfied. If all he had to offer her was an apology and the whole 'We'll never do it again' thing, then there wasn't much trust for them to build on.

Only question was, was she going to continue buying the Prophet to read, as per usual. Or would she obtain used copies and critically analyse for any wrong-doings. Cause, paying for something you don't enjoy is frankly, stupid. And Emily was anything BUT stupid.

Again, she was saddened that Skeeter-boy-man, hadn't acknowledged her spiel about training or retraining... shame.

"I can escort myself out thank you..." she replied, standing and extending her hand to shake. She didn't need anyone to walk her anywhere. Durr.