"That name was vetoed, was it?" she grinned, before laughing and nodding in agreement with his statement about himself and Fred. "Ah, yes, that is the catch." Emmeline waited patiently while George bundled himself up, although her brow did furrow in confusion when he mentioned the name Skeeter. She could only assume he meant Rita Skeeter, and wondered what she had to do with naming the establishments. "Rita Skeeter?" she asked as she pulled open the door and stepped outside into the cold. "Is she here?" Since George had spoken of Rita in past tense, Emmeline figured she was no longer a resident in the village, which was fine with her. She'd never liked her much.
The wind was whipping snow up around their bodies, coating Emmeline's glasses with tiny flakes and making it difficult to see out of them. She removed them and cleaned them as best she could with her scarf, then put them away. The pub wasn't that far, and unless she needed to read off the menu, wearing them wasn't really necessary.