Emma and Justin and Open
When he turned around Emma passed a scrutinizing eye over the room. The decorations were... extravagant, definitely. Emma wasn't sure how she felt about the music. It was too upbeat for something she would want others to know that she liked. Then again, Emma probably wouldn't make this much of an effort for anyone she knew.
What a Hufflepuff, she thought condescendingly.
She heard the creaking of a trunk and her eyes darted back to Justin. "Rum would be nice," she said thoughtfully. She had no problem with monopolizing what little might have been left with the bottle, and probably wouldn't have let it out of her grasp. She remembered that Justin hadn't offered her any of his drink and felt her mouth pinch subconsciously. "If you're out, though, some firewhiskey would suffice."
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