Emalyn entered the Room of Requirement, looking around almost suspiciously. Okay, so none of the team was there yet...big deal? She closed the door behind her, wondering if maybe she had read the announcement wrong about the forfeit/victory Quidditch party. She sat down on a chair against the wall of the room, glancing at the door off and on. Hmm, well this was odd. She had only come here once, in her first year, and it seemed she was acting the same now. Shy and wanting to be invisible. Though she knew that if at least one of her team mates walked in she'd be her hyper self again...maybe.

She sighed and hoisted her school bag off of her shoulder and took out a piece of parchment and a quill. Liam found parchment and quills very peculiar, but she told him it was just a phase she was going through, something she liked to do. Of course he fell for it, because he had no other choice, but still Ema wished for once she had normal paper and a muggle pen, just to at least show him that she wasn't any different. She started the letter, writing slowly. It was his birthday in a week, but that didn't mean she couldn't write to him now. She looked up, trying to think of what to say, when her bottle of ink decided to tip over her knee. The ink spread quickly across the floor, looking almost like a black gooey liquid.

Ugh. Why does something always have to go wrong? She quickly set the parchment aside, and looking down saw ink dripping down her leg. Apparently it hadn't just hit the floor. She got her wand out, thinking quickly. First she tries to write to a muggle, the next she's casting spells at spilled ink...quite the opposites.

"Scourgify!" Ema said, pointing her wand at the spreading ink. Most of it disappeared, but apparently either it wasn't the right spell, or the way she did it just wasn't strong enough. She stuffed her wand back in her pocket and took a few tissues from her bag, wiping up the remaining ink. It seemed she still wouldn't be able to do without some muggle-nessish. She peered down at the ink still dripping down her leg and wiped that up too with the remaining tissues she had in her hand. It seemed the ink had stained her leg, a perfect black line all the way to her ankle.

"Why did I put on a skirt?" Ema voiced out loud, to no one in particular. She had chose the skirt because, after all, she was going to a party. Why not wear a skirt? It was warm inside the castle, and it was a nice change from her now frozen robes. But why did she do it, really? Now she had ink down her bare leg.

An idea struck her and she dug into her bag, retrieving her Hufflepuff leg warmers she had made herself that fall. Ta-dah! She slipped out of her clogs and pulled the leg warmers up her leg, covering the ink. She did the same to the other leg, just so they would match, and slipped back into her clogs again. Well, she looked rather stupid now, but at least she was warm and showing some Huffie pride....

...right?