1995. 9. 6
All of the sudden, Harry and his friends stopped walking, but she was not close enough to hear what they were saying. Then, Emma felt a hand on her shoulder; when she turned to see who it was, she saw none other than Mad-Eye Moody himself. Oh, no. However, he did not even glance at her. Instead, he pushed his way through her and through Potter and his friends to another Gryffindor boy who looked all shaken. Moody then invited the boy to his office, walking past Emma again without any sign of recognition.
Something isn't right
Harry Potter and his friends continued on their way to their next class, while Emma decided to return to the Defense Against the Dark Arts classroom. She waited outside the doors until the Gryffindor boy Moody had invited left. Hesitantly, she tiptoed into the room, looking around at the strange creatures in jars and containers around her.
"What do you want?"
"Professor, I don't understand. Why aren't you mad at me?" Emma knew Moody well enough to know that he did not overlook anything. He would have spotted her directly, known she was not supposed to be there, and personally aparated her home to get her in trouble with her father and uncle.
Moody turned towards her, looking her up and down. "Listen to me, you little halfbreed. You do your job right and so will I." Only then did Emma understand what was happening. That wasn't the real Alastar Moody. No, that was one of Voldemort's Death Eaters. Was he here to make sure she made that meeting with Harry? Or was he fulfilling other plans? Either way, Emma felt extremely uncomfortable and left the room in a hurry.
When she turned the corner, she came across Draco. "What on earth were you doing? Why did you leave?" What was his problem? "I had to see something, sorry." Draco didn't seem so much mad as her as he did antsy. "I'll talk to him soon. I promise." "You better." With that, he stormed off, a little dramatically in Emma's opinion.
According to Draco's note, Harry's next class was Charms. The class lasted for an hour and a half, which meant Emma had more than an hour to explore! Smiling, she ran down the hallway, taking a right, and running up several flights of stairs until she was on the fourth floor. She had already explored the dungeons, the main floor, and the first two floors, time to work her way up!