She walked through the halls trying to make as little eye contact with people as possible. She didn't know if the make-up around her eye was too obvious. If people asked she could just lie like usual. Laugh it off and say she ran into a door or something. She didn't actually mind lying. She did it very easily, it didn't faze it. Except when it came to Neville. He was the only one who ever assumed that her boyfriend had abusive tendicies.
"Hey Emmaline!" A voice broke through her thoughts. Emmaline looked up.
"Oh, hey Neville," She gave a slight smile.
He gave her a look. "What happened to your eye?"
He always knew.