Emma snorted. "I'm thinking my mum had a good bit to do with the situation," she said plainly. "Mum was a society climber. She wanted into the pureblood life: husband, parties, money, house elves, all of it. Tried to keep me from spending time in the Muggle world. She was absolutely crushed when I sorted Hufflepuff and she still didn't have an in to Slytherin, yeah?" She rolled her eyes.
"My mum wasn't past doing anything she thought might help, and I'm betting she didn't exactly get pregnant by accident." She shrugged, making a face, nose wrinkled, because honestly, what could they do now?
Her eyes widened slightly as she parsed all that. "Oi, Flint? Yeah? I know him, from my last job. Bloody violent bloke, isn't he? Never met his wife, thought. Sister, huh? Guess I ought to meet her sometime."