"Right, not your type. You like 'em with long legs and a bit of a curve, I'm thinking." Emma's hands drew a fluid hourglass shape in the air as she grinned. "Not the giggly sort, I'd bet. Interested in Quidditch, because yeah, there's a good shag and all but it's better if you've got something to talk about after other than whether it actually was good," she mused. "Have you dated Katie, then?" she asked, suddenly curious. Or any of the other girls, really, but Katie was the one of the Gryffindor Quidditch girls that she knew the best.
"Oi, yeah, we can do that." Emma bounced a bit on her toes as she walked, turning slightly, hands going wide and all encompassing. "Definitely. Nice thing about being in a Muggle farmhouse. We've got electricity and all the amenities. Mum'd be horrified if she was still alive, yeah? She'd come in and just freak over the microwave and the television and the DVD player. Oi, and my MP3 player." Emma shook her head. "She tried to raise me wizarding only, but it just didn't take. She had too much of the Muggle in her to get away from it completely, what with being broke and all. Only bit of that she managed to pass along proper is an inability to cook. But I'm learning." Emma grinned. "Michael Corner's been teaching me some, yeah? I could make you dinner and not poison you, long as you don't mind pasta."
Turning back to face front, she pointed at a pub right up ahead, noise spilling out through an door left open to let the cool night air cool the crowd inside. "So yeah, we could do that sometime, if you'd like? Rent a movie and eat pasta. Ought to warn you, don't know if my roommate likes Quidditch or not. She might be all over your autograph or some rot." Emma hadn't mentioned who she was out with tonight; it hadn't even occurred to her until this moment that her roommate might actually be curious to know it was Oliver Wood.