Being picked to be someone's boyfriend - no not picked, claimed as a boyfriend - over his roommates gave Emmet a reason to be smug. He had a girlfriend, a rather cute one at that and now he didn't have to go to Hogsmeade alone and follow his friends around or be on the look out for Mackenzie. Of course, he was still in some sense hoping to see her, but it was not a game to go looking for her. And it wasn't just because Bianca wouldn't let go of his hand or out of her sight. Emmet didn't mind pretending to fawn over her, here he was a halfblood with a classy pureblood girl dragging him all over. Maybe Caradoc would call him whipped, but Emmet didn't mind, it wasn't in his nature to put up much of a fuss.

He gave Bianca a confused look, she always asked him what he wanted to do and it didn't bother him but they always ended up doing what she wanted. Plus there weren't a lot of options in Hogsmeade. Maybe she was looking for him to preempt her thoughts and suggest something she might like. It was probably a test, lots of things were tests in Slytherin, the way you talked and the way you acted and the way you answered questions, even if they seemed inconsequential. Glancing around, Emmet spotted the one place that no boy in his right mind would suggest. But girls liked it right? "Er, Puddifoot's?" he said, as if venturing a guess to what was on her mind.