Emma's week had been extremely long and capping it off with a charity event hadn't really put her in a better mood. It had been easy to procure a ticket on behalf of the Falcons. Especially when she promised that Marcus Flint and Adrian Pucey would be in attendance. She was certain it'd help both of them. After Flint's rounds this week, he could use some positive feedback and eating dinner with the Minister wouldn't exactly hurt. In fact, she was certain that it'd do more than help.
People had the tendency to forgive athlete's anything but because of the situation, Flint wasn't exactly someone the general public was happy with. Everyone in the Quidditch world expected a Bell and Wood joining. It was their dream. Flint's interference was against him. Bell and Flint were currently on everyone's shit list. Emma refrained from rubbing her temple, her eyes flitting across the crowd. The usuals were there and seemed to be enjoying themselves. Pucey was dancing with some brunette and she didn't have eyes on Flint.
Really, she was entirely too educated to be a babysitter for a bunch of grown men. Just last night she'd spent three hours at the Hitwizard HQ pulling Falmouth's beaters out of holding and managing to keep it quiet. It was getting to be exhausting and she was certain she needed to lay some rules down. Smoothing down the white cocktail dress she'd spent a small fortune on, Emma took a large sip of champagne, giving Adrian a smile as he made his way over with the brunette.
"Good evening," she said, nodding at the other woman.