Emma scrunched up her nose and huffed dramatically. Her hands went to her hips and she rolled those pretty blues.
"Yes, but... aren't you.. you know, an auror? Right?" she gestured to his robes. "Wouldn't you know if I was mental in a dangerous way? Besides.."
She peered beyond him to where he pointed, making another face as she did.
"Besides, they're sketchy sometimes, though that Weasley red is.." and then it hit her. She was SO daft sometimes that it was almost embarassing that she didn't realize it before. Weasley red. Auror. Wasn't that Ron Weasley, famous Harry Potter's best friend..... wasn't he a..?
"Bloody hell, you're Ron Weasley! Oh come on, now I have to have a sample! Please? It doesn't even hurt!"