Emelie watched the barmaid come and go, though she ordered nothing stronger than a butterbeer. Sitting back, she watched Ms Dorny, waiting for her proposal, rather annoyed when it didn't come.
'You wouldn't have asked me to come if you did not know how my business is,' she said plainly. 'Now what is this proposition of yours?'
She was after all a Gryffindor. No need to beat around the bush about it.