Emma had just noticed her stocking had a hole in it, and she let out a sigh, thinking she'd have to go without because she couldn't afford to pay for new ones. She also thought something unpleasant about the brother who was too busy hoarding all that her father had left them, gnut pincher that he was..
A bright voice chirped nearby, and she looked up in surprise. She'd been so wrapped up in her own woes, she hadn't even noticed there were others around when she sat down.
She saw a friendly little face waving at her, a brown-haired child that looked too young for Hogwarts, at least. With her was a blonde man who looked like he wished the child hadn't spoken.
Given the current climate of the wizarding world, he probably wished she hadn't.
Still, he offered his own hello. 'Hi,' she said, giving the little girl a smile.