Emma scoffed right back at him, "You'll be fine. Don't be silly. We can go see Madam Pomfrey and ask her if she has anything for it if you would prefer." Of course she knew force. She grew up with a vivid imagination and a large backyard full of trees. She had to know force when it came down to it. Even if she was on the verge of collapsing in a heap on the stone cold steps.
She looked in surprise at Scorpius at his actions. This wasn't like him. Sympathy didn't run in the Malfoy lineage. She didn't mention it, though. She didn't tease him. Emma knew better than to ruin a one off consolation session with a notorious heir by poking fun at him. She sighed, leaning into him out of common reflex. "Yes. It's always all right in the end." She sniffed, pulling her far too expensive coat closer to her and looked at Scorpius with teary eyes. "We're a depressing pair. Far too depressing. I was about to suggest alcohol but I'm afraid I'll be one of those, 'Screw you, you useless tart!' kind of drunk."