48. Leprechaun
“Wanna bet?” asked a smirking Xavier.
“With you? Not likely,” Emily added, her eyes still scanning through the contents of a thick potions manual.
“Why not? Are you scared of losing?”
“Losing?” She echoed, “No.” Because she wouldn't be the one to lose. Loss, losing, loser were not a part of her personal vocabulary. Emily, was a winner. “I'd hate for you to lose your leprechaun gold,” she mused, setting the book down and pointing to a particular paragraph of the text. “See, I told you so.”
Emily – 1, Xavier – 0.