She wouldn't cry. She promised herself that she wouldn't cry. It was bad enough that she had skulked up to the room of requirement just so people wouldn't find her. She was Emma. She wasn't supposed to cry. If Scorpius was surprised that she had leaned on him, she was more surprised that he pulled her over to rest her head on his shoulder. The even more surprising thing was that she could reach in the first place. Scorpius was quite a lot taller than her. She sighed, regardless. It was comfortably strange.
"A fun drunk?" she asked, wrinkling her small nose up at the thought of her dancing on tables. "Some people go through different stages of being drunk though, don't they? I could start off fine and dandy and the next thing you know I've stalked you down, the prissy guy in the corner and to be honest you've pissed me off the entire party because you're so prissy.. So! I run over to you.. Or hobble, really and I smash a bottle over your head!" She giggled quietly, feeling a little bit better. Only a little, but it was a start.