Of course she wasn't going to cry. The whole idea of that was just silly, and.. not at all a improbability. She felt the nudge and looked at Scorpius curiously. She wondered what he was thinking about.
She was thankful that he hadn't made her ask for anything. That wouldn't of ended too well, she could tell. Emma followed him to the seats, impressed that he had thought far ahead enough to turn them into something more agreeable for the pair of them to sit on. They were both rich kids, she couldn't help but detest uncomfortable furniture. Realizing that he still held her hand, she let go of his quickly like it had suddenly burned her. With her pale cheeks heating up, she quickly turned her attention to the actions of the elf.