Emma blinked several times. "You're mad, you know that, yeah?" She shook her head. "S'too much pressure. If I arse it up, it sticks George in the middle, and that's not good. And I'll arse it up, you can be sure of that. Haven't had a date that's gone well, or well, if it did, it sure as hell didn't last. I mean, I've shite taste in blokes. Although at least I never dated my brother. That would've been hell if I had."
Her eyes widened as she realized what she'd said. "Not on purpose," she said quickly. "I didn't know who he was. Didn't date purebloods for a long time, not unless I could be sure their dad wasn't mine, yeah?"