Emma
Emma wasn't really sure that any brothel was a good option for those two. Sighing, her head fell back against his shoulder. They were exhausting her. "I suppose I can look the other way for a Captaincy," she muttered, running a hand through her long, brown hair. She could only imagine the stories that were going to come out. If it was magical, it must be Bletchley's. At least, then, she could count on a bit of discretion. Sighing, Emma looked at Adrian, sad that he hadn't felt up to celebrating Flint's victory. It was a huge honor and she knew he must feel bad about not celebrating.
"You gave up a night of debauchery to come over here and eat cookies?" she asked, handing him a chocolate chip cookie. It was really a chocolate chunk cookie and filled with Honeyduke's finest. Taking a bite, her tongue darted out, catching the bit of chocolate that slid down her lips. She raised a slightly intrigued brow at the thought that he'd rather be here... It was strange and oddly... warming. Of course, Emma would never consider this to be anything other than a passing... fling. It couldn't be anything else under the circumstances. "I feel as though I should document this moment of posterity's sake," she teased leaning over him to pull a piece of parchment and her quill off the nightstand.
She teasingly poised her quill and glanced at him, giving him an amused smile. "Monday, November 18th. Adrian Geoffrey Xavier Pucey has willingly given up a night of loose women, seduction and general debauchery for an evening cuddling and eating cookies." She handed him her quill. "I'll be your witness."
Of course, as the mood turned a bit more serious, she set the parchment down on his chest, eyeing him with sympathy. "Oh Adrian," she sighed, knowing how hard this must be on him. She hesitated a moment before she leaned in, brushing her lips lightly against his. It wasn't seductive or sexy. Just a comforting kiss, something to help soothe his troubled soul. "I think it'd mean more if it came from you," she said, pulling away. "I can't blame you for not wanting to but if it was a shock to you... I'm sure it'll be heartbreaking for her." It wasn't everyday you found out you were the bastard daughter of a society member. "You'll do wonderfully. You always do."