Emma glanced briefly at Scorpius. It was a very, very brief glance and it was just enough for him to know that she acknowledged he had come to sit with her. "You almost sound as if someone got very irate with you and shoved a cat down the back of your throat, and, after removing it you're still having trouble getting the fur out." She smiled but it didn't reach her eyes. At least she was trying. She gave him a couple of reassuring pats on the back. Standard procedure for anyone who sounded as if they were about to cough up a lung. Or for someone who sounded like they had been smoking for half of their days.
She looked down, then. "You know me, only immediate family member who happens to like me if even just a small amount and he has to go and get terminally ill on me. I have to make a scene."