No one answered her question. Hermione went on babbling about this and that, no one could quite follow her train of thought. Harry was scanning the pub with those amazing green eyes, as if looking for someone. Ron kept his eyes on Emma. He narrowed them, a look of deep consentration on his freckled face.
"You look familiar." He said. "I can't put my finger on it, but I - I recognize you. It's strange."
Now, come to think of it, this Ron kid did seem, oh, I don't know, comforting. Emma really felt like she'd seen him before. But her thoughts were interupted.
"Quick, Bill! We need your help! Herm's messed major, this time. We need you to do a memory charm." Harry was talking to a tall man with blue eyes and long red hair. Emma KNEW she'd seen him before.
"What on earth are you on about, Harry?" His deep voice was kind, but he sounded more as if he thought that it all were a joke, rather than being concerned.
"Oh, I've ruined EVERYTHING!" Hermione went on, "Dumbledor well be so angry with me!"--Dumble-what? Emma thougt.--"He'll expell me for sure! And what will I do then? Huh? What will I do with my life without a proper magical education and that little detale that I was EXPELLED-"
"Herm, just shut it, will you?" Bill said, waving his hand at irritably at her. "Alright. Will someone, other than Histerical Hermione, please explain what is going on and who in God's name is that?" He opened his mouth to continue, but, without making as sound, he shut it again. Bill's face had gone pale, it was the first time that he had really gotten a good look at Emma.
"What are you starring at?" Emma said, growing more and more nervous as tears filled his eyes.
"You were meant to-" his voice kept trailing off. Everyone stared at him.
"How else would have-have-MUM!" And he was gone. Up the back stairs and vanished.
By the looks on their faces, Emma could tell that Ron, Hermione, and Harry were all wondering the same thing that she was: WHAT was that all about?
"You look familiar." He said. "I can't put my finger on it, but I - I recognize you. It's strange."
Now, come to think of it, this Ron kid did seem, oh, I don't know, comforting. Emma really felt like she'd seen him before. But her thoughts were interupted.
"Quick, Bill! We need your help! Herm's messed major, this time. We need you to do a memory charm." Harry was talking to a tall man with blue eyes and long red hair. Emma KNEW she'd seen him before.
"What on earth are you on about, Harry?" His deep voice was kind, but he sounded more as if he thought that it all were a joke, rather than being concerned.
"Oh, I've ruined EVERYTHING!" Hermione went on, "Dumbledor well be so angry with me!"--Dumble-what? Emma thougt.--"He'll expell me for sure! And what will I do then? Huh? What will I do with my life without a proper magical education and that little detale that I was EXPELLED-"
"Herm, just shut it, will you?" Bill said, waving his hand at irritably at her. "Alright. Will someone, other than Histerical Hermione, please explain what is going on and who in God's name is that?" He opened his mouth to continue, but, without making as sound, he shut it again. Bill's face had gone pale, it was the first time that he had really gotten a good look at Emma.
"What are you starring at?" Emma said, growing more and more nervous as tears filled his eyes.
"You were meant to-" his voice kept trailing off. Everyone stared at him.
"How else would have-have-MUM!" And he was gone. Up the back stairs and vanished.
By the looks on their faces, Emma could tell that Ron, Hermione, and Harry were all wondering the same thing that she was: WHAT was that all about?