Why now?![Emma]

[Matt S. Yeaghly]

"Oh god, oh god, oh god, oh god. I'm ruined. This is going to destroy but transcripts, I'll never get into a good college, I wont succeed in life, and I'll end up like a hobo on the street! I'll be eating baked beans from a can every night if I can ever find some type of food. " he paused. "oh god even worse" his face grew emotionless.

"I could end up living in my parents basement for the rest of my life..." his body froze completely. Yes, he loved his family very much, but he didn't want to be a nuisance to them. being thirty-five and still living at home? certainly girls wouldn't find that attractive... and by girls he meant the pretty face that had his heart from the moment he met her. Emma. his throat dried up, palms became sweaty and his breathe shortened just at the thought of her.

Matthew shook his head violently to dismiss the thought of her and he strolled his lanky body to the charms classroom. He had a detention... for something he didn't even do! he knew for sure, this one detention was going to scar his transcripts for life. "please, please! let this not affect my transcripts" he whined to himself as he stepped into the charms class room. he took a seat in the middle of the classroom, and placed his things on the desk. of course he was early, only by a few moments. he also had brought other class word to do, seeing as the charms professor wasn't as hard on him as he could have been. "Just glad i only have to sit here quietly... shouldn't be that hard" he murmured.

Matthew placed his things on the desk in an orderly manner. books on the left, paper on the right, and with his quill and ink bottle in front of him, he was ready to do muggles studies homework. That was until his hand knocked the ink bottle all over his paper and clothes. "oh come on!" he yelled in frustration as he instantly picked up the ink bottle in hopes of not loosing all the ink. upon his white button down shirt was a large black ink. he whined and started to unbutton his shirt. his last good shirt was ruined! once it was unbuttoned he looked down to see if it had bled through to his chest. luckily it didn't but just as he was looking down, the door started to open. his eyes automatically looked up at the door and his body froze.

[Emma McCoy]

Emma and Matt had been in Charms class, like usual. Like usual, they were sitting next to each other. It had been extremely uneventful, although Matt was being rather chatty, and Emma was staring absent-mindedly at some Slytherin boy. Somehow, however, Matt's voice managed to get through her and even managed to distract her from whatever she was thinking about involving the Slytherin boy she was staring at. Sighing, she had turned away from her view, raised her wand and said the spell in the way that she had assumed Professor Flitwick had said. Unfortunately, she was so completely wrong that she had set fire to the glass of water (yes, fire to a glass of water) in front of her. Laughing (while internally panicking), Emma had tried to put it out, only to cause a sort of flame-thrower effect to her wand. She turned to Matt, who definitely was panicking, and had set him on fire.

"W-what's going on?!"

[/b] Professor Flitwick had demanded.

When Emma simply pointed at an on-fire Matt, Professor Flitwick rushed over as fast as his little legs could carry him and then soaked Matt in water. Because of Emma's accusations (and the obvious fact that her own cup of fire had tipped over and set fire to the desk), the pair of them both had detention. Emma figured they had gotten out better than she could have hoped for while Matt looked horrified at the idea.

So, that resulted in Emma walking at a comfortable pace to the Charms classroom. When she got there, Matt was already fumbling with spilled ink. She walked over just in time to see Matt unbuttoning his shirt.

"Stripping for me, are you? Well, you better hurry up, Flitwick could turn up at any time," she joked. Unlike with her ineptitude that had caused their detention in the first place, Emma was able to wave her wand and clean up all the spilled ink. "Are you really doing homework in detention? Didn't Flitwick's letter tell you that you had something to do?" At mention of that, Emma looked over her shoulder to the burned desk. He had requested in her letter that she cleaned every inch of desk in the room and make it polish. Surely he wouldn't have let Matt off the hook with just doing homework? [/size][/justify][/blockquote][/blockquote]

[Matt S. Yeaghly]

Matthews face twisted with shock as Emma walked it. He quickly closed his shirt as if he was embarrassed with how he looked. "noooo" he said rather quickly before starting to buttoning up his shirt rather quickly and sitting down rather shakey. " I got no such letter. maybe it's because i never got a letter of sort. " he stated. he was getting nervous, the girl he was practically in love with was here, again with him and they were alone. they only had each other in this room. if a man eating monster appeared he would have to protect her, not like he wouldn't but just the though of him being so close to her made him start sweating like a pig.

No, he has to be cool.

Emma probably already thought he was awkwardly tall, and annoying as hell. he couldn't help just.. talk, ramble and such around her. she drove him up the wall, and he loved it. "did you know girls can see 50% more colors then males?" oh god. the word vomit... it was coming! " This ink blotch" he paused and gestured to large ink spot on his shirt. " to me, this is black... but to you, it could be a dark blue, indigo maybe. but to me, it's still black." he paused. " married couples argue about colors a lot. well when a man wears two different shades of blue or something along the lines of that. "

oh god word vomit was the worst. Matthew sat down and fiddled his thumbs for a moment " what do you have to do? maybe I could assist you if you'd like. It'd make the work go faster." he talked rather fast and fiddle his thumbs some more be fore standing up suddenly and taking a deep breath. "What do you plan to do after Hogwarts?" he blurted suddenly without even realizing it. " What i mean is, I plan to continue on at a muggle college... not sure for what though" he laughed nervously.

[Emma McCoy]

Emma smiled calmly at him as he closed his shirt again. He was so thin. The awkward look on his face made it that much funnier to her.

"Well, aren't you lucky, then? Guess he just put you in detention with me as like... extra detention," she joked. She laughed, but then realized how mean her comment could have been interpretated. She coughed awkwardly and pulled out the letter again. She already knew what it said, but she read it anyways. "I have to make all the desks shine... I guess make them like mirrors essentially. You can always help... if it doesn't take away from your homework-doing time. We would get out of here a lot faster."

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Professor Flitwick entered at that moment. He had floated in with him a bucket of soapy water, a sponge and some kind of shine stuff. He handed it to her, and despite her protests, he told her she had to do it all by hand. He then announced that he would be leaving, but would return in an hour to see her progress. He then politely bade Matthew a goodnight and left, much to Emma's annoyance - even though it was her fault for them being there in the first place.

When he began to ramble about colours, Emma mentally rolled her eyes. Here he goes already, she thought to herself. She was so used to it by now that she could usually throw in a couple of 'oh yeahs' and get away with it. His comment about marriage, however, made her look at him and raise an eyebrow.

"So if I argue with you, we'll be like a married couple?" she asked, sounding amused by his remark. "I bet with the amount of time we spend together, people already think we're a married couple. Sorry to have to be known as your wife, I'm sure I'm cockblocking you all the way,"[/b] she laughed. If people thought they were together, would she really be cockblocking him? From what? Girls? Boys? Emma never really asked about Matthew's sexual orientation. He never talked about crushes, so Emma began to think that perhaps Matt was either asexual or in the closet.

His question about what she wanted to do caught her off-guard. She began to clean the desk slowly as she thought about it.

"Not sure, really. I still have a year to think about it. Maybe by the time I'm out of here I'll be a professional janitor, and you'll be so rich you can hire me as your maid," she mused. Jobs outside of Hogwarts seemed scary to her. She wasn't even sure what one did once they finished Hogwarts. Nothing really seemed to catch her eye, so she just left it as that. "Muggle college? Why on Earth would you do that? Do you plan on becoming a Muggle studies professor? Emersing yourself in your study subjects?"[/b]

Emma really had no concept of why someone would want to live like a Muggle. Coming from a Pureblood family, any time she had visited Matt's family, she was positively irritated with how inefficient everything was. She frowned at the idea of Matt possibly rejecting the wizarding world.

"Don't forget about me when you're learning to be ordinary," she said with a smile. She kept rubbing the same spot on the table with merely soap and water, and was becoming increasingly frustrated by how nothing seemed to be happening. To make it worse, the light rain from earlier outside had visibly turned into a downpour. Emma had the perfect view of the deteriorating weather from where she stood. [/size][/justify][/blockquote][/blockquote]

[Matt S. Yeaghly]

Matthew ignored her comment about how it's worse because he's in here. It was just how Emma was, she was straight to the point and a little mean at times but exactly how he liked them. "I donno.... It wouldn't be very punishing for you if you had help." he joked playfully but was sure that it'd only make it really awkward in which if that was the case he avoided her face in hopes of not making eye contact with her.

Matthew shook his hand towards Emma. " I didn't mean it like that!" he laughed nervously before rubbing the back of his head. "You haven't been cockblocking me at all. I just. haven't been interested in dating during school. Dating causes Drama at times and I want nothing of that" he laughed nervously even more. That wasn't true though, there was someone he wanted to date but that was her and for the sake of their friendship, he happily stayed in the friend-zone where she had put him many years ago. Still, he was just happy being by her side even though he wish he could get out of the friend zone. "I know plenty of girls that start drama when another girl looks at their boyfriend and i want nothing to do with it. When I date, I don't want some psychotic woman that obsesses over everything I do." he said laughing lightly with a hint of nervousness

Matthew laughed at her maid joke. if she was going to be anything to him, she'd be his wife... but he'd settle for a maid... with a sexy uniform. The thought of Emma in a little outfit like that started to excite him but had to dismiss the thought so he wouldn't randomly get a hard-on. " oh no, not muggle studies but just be live as a muggle for a bit you know? I mean I basically grew up as one for the longest time," he said laughing lightly.

" forget you? impossible"

even if he wanted to, he'd never just forget the girl that has had his heart for oh so long. He watched her clean and couldn't help but think of how good she looked while cleaning... then again, he thought she looked good doing anything, well probably anything thing. He wasn't too sure on everything because he was not a creeper. "So, been up to anything interesting lately" he asked as he moved to his table and sat in a chair watching her. This was a great time to talk to her, it gave him an excuse to look at her. It is rude to not look at someone when they are talking. that's how he grew up.

[Emma McCoy]

"Hey!" Emma exclaimed with a fake look of hurt on her face. "You can't take back your offer of help after it had already been given!" she took her wand to the sponge in her hand and managed to duplicate it. She then threw it at Matt as hard as she could. (Which really wasn't that hard). Emma always liked the practical side of magic, which made her good at Transfiguration and the like. She was adequate at Potions. The one reason she had difficulties with it was merely because it took a while to get anything accomplished, and she was rather impatient. Her most difficult classes were anything that seemed to have little to do with magic, like fortune-telling or Arithmancy.

"I guess that makes sense," she said in response to her not cockblocking him. "Made you say 'cockblock' though,"

[/b] Emma responded with a playful smile. It was rather amusing to hear the word escape his mouth. Emma thought back to the one boy she had dated for a year that ended at the end of last year. Yes, too much drama indeed. Merely because she wouldn't sleep with him. As much as she had wanted to be attracted to that boy, she just couldn't bring herself to go all the way, despite Emilia's prodding questions. It wasn't like Emma hadn't liked the boy. She liked making out with him and spending time with him, it was just something felt off. Like something was missing. She supposed she was right when he dumped her for her not letting him take her virginity. Emma had merely shrugged it off. She wasn't one to usually take things to heart. Besides, if he was going to break up with her over something so stupid, he wasn't worth being upset over anyways. That was Emma had told herself, at least. It had taken months for Matt to even know that the two had broken up. She smiled again at him. "I see... no girls here good enough for you, eh? It's alright, Matt. I don't think any of them are good enough for you, either."

Emma always worried that due to Matt's good nature, that he would end up with some controlling bitch who would make him do everything and anything for her while doing nothing in return for him. She liked to refer it to Emilia as "nice guy syndrome." And because the boy (Matt, in this case) was so nice, he wouldn't break up with her for it because it was just the way she was and she 'loved him.'

"Works out anyways. Wouldn't want a girl being jealous over our friendship,"[/b] Emma was actually being completely serious. She was lucky enough that her ex wasn't jealous of Matt. She didn't know if it was her ex being mature or arrogant. He could have been mature in the sense that he knew that Matt had been one of her best friends since even before Hogwarts; or he could have been arrogant in the sense that he didn't think that Matt compared to him whatsoever. Whatever the case, he wasn't around anymore so it didn't matter.

"You're crazy. You grew up as a Muggle for a decade, that wasn't enough for you? You'll come crawling back. You'll remember how annoying it is not using magic and then you'll probably forget it all and be stuck as a Muggle and then it'll be like you're a cripple and I'm the person who has to do magical tasks for you because you'd become so depressed living as a Muggle that you'd threaten suicide if I didn't do these magical tasks for you,"[/b] she rambled, not even knowing if she made sense or not. She smiled at Matt's comment about not being able to forget her.

"Thanks Matt,"[/b] she said, simply. "It's nice having a friend as good as you."[/b]

Emma frowned as she tried to think of what she had been up to when absent of him. "Well, Em and I drank to the point of me being so hungover the next day that I threw up in front of some Slytherin boy,"[/b] she explained, casually. "It was so embarassing... but the stomach wants what the stomach wants, I suppose. He didn't seem to appreciate the smell of a thousand rotting corpses in his nose."[/b] she neglected to note that this had been a boy she had fooled around with a bit at the beginning of the semester. Considering they had ended whatever they had, it almost seemed embarassing. He hadn't been that good-looking, so she didn't mention it. "What about you? And I didn't practically clone the sponge for nothing. Get to work, Yeaghly." [/size][/justify][/blockquote][/blockquote]

[Matt S. Yeaghly]

Matt rolled his eyes at her before huffing out a little laugh. He really didn’t want to help her, he wanted do homework. suddenly a sponge slapped him in the face. he whined lightly as he picked the sponge up.”it’s your punishment.” he sighed and got up and moved towards her. ”but I guess i can help” he laughed.


Matthew face-palmed himself.He was embarrassed that she had gotten himself to say such embarrassing things. ”dear lord” sighing lightly ”the things you do to me” he muttered as she sat next to her.


He laughed at the fact that it sounded like she would get jealous if he dated some girl. ”you’d get jealous huh?” he nudged her playfully. obviously he knew she wouldn’t. She didn’t like him like that as much as he wanted. His eyes watched her clean and he couldn’t help but smile. the thought of being so close to her warmed his heart but the fact that he couldn’t just reach out and touch her or hold her ached his heart.


Matt could only laugh. the thought of a girl being jealous of them, even if he had a girlfriend, he wouldn’t know what to do with her. the only girls he’s ever actually hung out with were Emma and Emilia, and Emilia was only on occasion! No one could replace Emma in his heart anyways, why would he need a girlfriend when the girl he wanted was inches away from him, so close that he could smell her. boy, did she smell good. his hand ran through his hair nervously, and started to think of dead puppies due to the fact that, the more he thought of Emma as his the more his mind wandered and he didn’t want that.


Matt eyed her slightly. ” I never said I was going to completely give it up. just go to a muggle school, get a muggle job and just be awesome.. and it isn’t like if I don’t use the magic it’ll go away forever. I plan to use it, just not for my main job. He laughed happily at the thought of her doing magical tasks for her. ”You know, I may take that offer up, it means i’d be able to keep in touch with you” winking playfully at her.


Matt gave her a sheepish smile. the thought of her drinking didn’t please him. The chance of some other man trying or even succeeding to take advantage of her. the thought of that disgust him, some slytherin’s have been known to do that to girls. normally the girls were other slytherins but still. just the thought of a guy touching the girl of his dreams boiled anger in him that never used to be there. well when Emma was dating that guy it drove him nuts but he never showed it. ”I don’t think anyone would enjoy that smell to be honest. I know I wouldn’t “ he paused ”I’m sure Emilia enjoyed the look on his face if she was there.” he laughed softly.

”fine fine” he laughed as he started cleaning the desk in front of him. ”you know what, I'm slightly shocked that you actually showed up for detention. you don't seem like the type of person to actually show up for punishment." he poked fun at her playfully as he wet the sponge some more and continued to clean the top of the desk.

" so, got any new lucky men in your life" he nudged her and winked at her. he was curious if there was any guy he had to look out for, he didn't want to cause any trouble with him if he made her happy. That's all he ever wanted, her to be happy.

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[Emma McCoy]

Emma raised an eyebrow at Matt when he mentioned that it was her punishment. "Hey, I'd help you if the tables were turned," she said, but wasn't entirely sure about how truthful she was being. More likely she'd just bother him the entire time while he did all the work. Sometimes, if the task she was doing wasn't entirely entertaining, Emma had an extremely difficult time focusing on what she was supposed to be doing. When he relented to help her, she smiled widely at him.

Emma laughed at Matt's literal face-palm. "Hey, I can't make you do anything... well, unless I went to illegal measures. Which could be fun, too,"

[/b] she teased evilly. "But seriously, your face looked so funny when you said cockblock. You should say it again... cooocckkkkk bloooccckkkk," she said slowly, trying to keep herself from laughing.

"Well, obviously," Emma said, sarcastically, in response to her being jealous. "She'd be stealing you off into all corners of the castle and I'd be left with no one to drag into detention with me. God knows Emilia knows how to talk her away out of anything... curses."

The last time Emma got detention, and she had been with Emilia, Emilia somehow managed to talk her way out of it while Emma had to do it by herself. Emma wasn't as good with words as her friend was, which resulted in Emilia throwing candy at her face the entire time that she had to do her detention. The worst part was that Emilia would summon the candy back after so that Emma couldn't even eat the damned candy.

Emma glanced up at Matt to see his hair was now sticking up near the front. He must have run his hand through his hair, but it appeared as if he had been swearing a little bit considering the hair near the front was now sticking straight up. She chuckled as she flattened it for him.

"Are you warm? I can try to open a window,"[/b] she suggested. She frowned as she kept trying to shine the desk. "I'm getting a little warm myself with all of this physical activity."

She smiled, although she disagreed with his plans for life. She didn't understand whatsoever. How could someone be in the magical world but want to be incorperated with Muggles? She never wanted to live as one. It was like living in olden times or something. However, she didn't want to argue, though, so she made no further comment about it. "What are you talking about, we're going to be neighbours or something after Hogwarts. If I get sick, which I frequently do, I'll need you to brew up potions for me... I'm absolutely rubbish at them. Besides, if you get too far away you'll probably get hit by one of those Muggle vehicles... or, as I like to call them, death traps."[/b]

She didn't know how she would react if Matt voiced his opinions about her drinking or being drunk around boys that would take advantage of her. She would either think it was touching, or a bit overprotective. Either way wasn't too bad, was it, though? Well, unless he tried to drag her away from good conversation or eye candy. Then she no doubt might get a little drunkenly angry.

"She wasn't there, unfortunately. I honestly had no idea the guy had been there. I had puked, turned around, and voila. He hadn't been too nice to be around either. I don't know if I would have preferred the smell of vomit or the company of that guy,"[/b] Emma admitted. "I'm pretty sure Em is used to the smell of my vomit by now. It probably smells like roses to her now."[/b]

She smiled gently about his comment about her not showing up. "I'm not a completely heartless wench, Matt. I couldn't let you do all the work for something that was partially my fault,"[/b] she said. "And I definitely knew you'd show up."[/b] she paused for a moment, still perplexed by the cleaning by hand. Why did professors enjoy this sort of detention? Wasn't it better to teach them how to clean by hand before instructing students to do so? "Besides, last time I didn't show up for detention, they pretty much said they'd come after me. I don't really have a way with words when confronted, especially by McGonagall."[/b]

Emma didn't know how Gryffindors put up with McGonagall. She was brilliant and occasionally funny, but she was very strict, and to be honest, Emma believed McGonagall had a preference for Gryffindors. Emma didn't really like that - she couldn't control about which House she was in! Besides, the Sorting Hat had contemplated putting her in Gryffindor - that should count for something, right? Well, apparently not.

Emma smiled at Matt's question. "No, I'm pretty sure I'm well on my way to nun-hood at this point,"[/b] she joked. [/size][/justify][/blockquote][/blockquote]

[Matt S. Yeaghly]

Matt's eyes glanced at Emma in a rather serious manner. Not a 'this is as serious as a heart attack' but more of 'Serious? you help? thats a good joke.' He knew her better than a wizard knowing about magic. He knew better than to have her offer to help, her 'help' was more of the lines of her entertaining herself, distracting him with her beauty wild personality that gets her into trouble so often, and occasionally getting Emilia to come and distract her while he would do all the work. but alas, her wide smile melted his heart. "sure ya would" he teased her.

Matt looked away for a moment, shaking his head before looking back at her. she said that dreaded word again. "No." he stated and looked away before blushing.

"other woman, who needs them. All i need in my life are you and Emilia to keep me entertained. "

He ran this hand through his hair once again after she had flattened it. the feeling of her touching him made him quite happy but not in the dirty way. her touch gave him shivers which he enjoyed getting. it was quite odd, wasn't that suppose to happen to the girl? was he the girl in this situation? the one that has deep feelings for the other and the other doesn't know and probably wont know until it's too late. that's just how his luck was. "maybe you should take a sweater or something off. you'd probably be more comfortable." he mumbled.

Matt gave her a face. it was a rather doubtful face with his eyebrows raised and his lips pressed together. " isn't that the same plan you have with Emilia?" he questioned her and laughed softly at her. Cars are death traps? he didn't think so. hell, he could drive one of those 'death traps' so they weren't all that bad. quite fun to drive to be honest.

"Ahh..." was all that could be said to her first statement. his head rasied up and nodded as he said it, understanding the fact but not really going into the fact that she had been drinking to the point of vomiting. he kept his comments to himself though. "well, I'm sure if your vomit smells like roses to her, roses probably smell like vomit to her now." he laughed at his little joke. his moved his arm up on to the table but in the process he hit his funny bone on the desk sending nothing but pain up his arm causing him to grab his arm. In this reaction, his body flinshed over fast enough for his body not to judge the distance between his head and the desk causing his face to slam on to the table.

he lided there for a moment and groaned a little before lifiting his head up and holding it. there had to be a nice red mark on at least his forehead. "why do these things always happen to me" he groaned a little.

"partially?" he questioned her. as he started to help her clean. Matt smiled at the thought of Emma cleaning... It was like she was a muggle right now. Normal, like his family. this thought excited him a little too much, the end result was him crossing his legs and started thinking of dead puppies. " I beleive the only person that can talk their way out of McGonagall's wrath is Emilia." he admitted. He, himself has tried once or twice to get out of doing homework but not once did it ever work while he'd hear of stories of how Emilia was passing and didn't do any homework.

without skipping a beat. His eyes narrowed in on her before he shouted "GET THEE OFF TO A NUNNERY!!!" as he pointed in a general direction behind her. he fell scilent for a moment before smirking. "Shakespeare, you gotta love him." he paused and honestly thought Emma wouldn't know who the guy was which caused his smirk to grow into a grin. "It's a muggle thing, you wouldn't understand" he winked befor chucking lightly.

" but really, I'm sure there is a guy that wants to be with you. you may just be too busy having lovey-dovey with Emilia to notice... and I mean that with the most no-homo sub-contents ever made."

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[Emma McCoy]

[atrb=border,0,true][atrb=style, width: 340px; background-image:url(http://i56.tinypic.com/20gfl1v.jpg); padding: 30px; border: #2D2729 solid 30px; ] i could be your perfect disaster WORDS 1116 Emma pretended like she didn't notice Matt's skeptical look when she mentioned that she would help him out as well. She was kind of bugged that he didn't think she would, even if it were the truth. Didn't he always try to see the best in people? For some reason, when Emilia pointed out Emma's faults, Emma usually just laughed. With Matt, he somehow managed to make her feel honestly a little badly about herself, like she should be ashamed. She didn't know why. Perhaps it was because he was like family to her, and she always hated to disappoint family. It wasn't like Emilia didn't feel like family: Emilia was different. She was her best friend. "You never have any faith in me to do any good," she joked. "One day I'm going to do something awesome for someone and I think it'll catch you so off-guard you'll have a heart attack or something." Emma didn't really think she was that bad. No, she may not be the most selfless person that ever existed, but she didn't really see the point in doing something nice for people she didn't like or know. Well, that made her sound like a complete bitch. She just supposed she wasn't the average nice person: she definitely was not a pushover by any means and certainly wasn't someone that people could walk over whatsoever. She sort of had the kind of personality that takes some people a while to get used to. Emma would be quicker to make a dirty joke to someone she didn't know than to compliment them on their cute shoes or something else ridiculously stupid. Emma smiled at Matt's shyness from using a dirty word. He sort of was the exact opposite of her in many ways. She found it endearing. "Well, a girl's gotta try. I'm sure I can make you say something foul again eventually. Or Emilia will get it. One of us will." she almost added because he was somewhat easy to manipulate, but had magically been able to censor herself. She had a little moment of victory for herself inside her head. It wasn't often that self-censorship happened for her. "Maybe the three of us should become polygamists and all just marry each other," Emma suggested, sounding rather fond of the idea. "It would make everything easier. I would have suggested that just you be the polygamist, but then where would the fun be for Emilia and I? Besides, you rarely hear of female polygamists. It's always men with the mutiple wives. Do you have any idea why? Maybe it's because if it was common for women, so many girls would do it. A girl would have a different husband for all occasions: one for emotional support, one for sexual support, hmm, maybe an old gieser with money to take her around the world..." she was rambling, but she didn't care. Matt was one of the few people who didn't complain about her talking too much. Maybe he thought she talked too much, but didn't say anything. Either way, he never stopped her. Well, usually. "I mean, we all know why men have multiple wives. One day he's in the mood for a blonde, the other day he's in the mood for a brunette, and another day he's in the mood for an Asian," Emma's mind immediately flickered to that Lena girl, and for some reason it irked her a bit. "Men don't look for emotional support wives or anything. Just different varieties of sexy. I guess that's not too bad either..." Emma cocked an eyebrow at him. "Are you trying to get me naked, Mr. Yeaghly?" she asked, suggestively. She laughed lightly, but did actually take off her sweater, ruffling her blonde hair a bit as she did so. "Guess your master plot is slowly working. With a smart guy like you, I'm surprised you've never gotten a girl naked with just your words," she mused. "You could probably just talk about Arithmacy to some Slytherin girl and she'd think you were hitting on her from not understanding what you were saying." She didn't know if she was being rude again. She didn't really ever think before she spoke. It didn't matter anyways: as far as she was aware, neither of them had Slytherin friends. To be fair, too, she never took Arithmancy. If he were to try to talk about it with her, she would probably stare at him like he was a naked stripper who rode a unicycle while making balloon animals. And not in the erotic way. "What's wrong with having two people take care of me?" she asked, trying to sound innocent. She finally made it to a couple more desks after realizing that she didn't care if the desks were perfect. Having Matt with her made everything easier and quicker, as well. Matt then proceeded to hit his funny bone and then slam his desk off the table. It all happened so fast that Emma didn't really have much time to react. She clasped a hand over her mouth quickly in shock, but when she realized he was OK, she burst out laughing hysterically. "I don't mean to laugh," she insisted, although she didn't stop. "Are- are you OK?" She had to take a minute to collect herself. It seemed like the funniest thing. Yeah, maybe she was actually a bad person. "Bad things happen to you because bad things happen to good people. That's why nothing bad ever happens to me. Or Emilia." Emma raised her eyebrow at Matt again, except this time in a jokingly dangerous fashion. "I will never admit to fully doing anything," she explained as if it were simple. "It's the safest way to live." Matt's random outburst actually surprised Emma and caused her eyes to go wide for a second. She laughed, however. It was always these little things that make her like him so much. She really liked quiet people who surprised everyone with a comment or an action or something. "Who?" Emma asked in relation to him saying Shakespeare. "Oh," she replied when he said it was a Muggle thing. She couldn't help but feel a little left out. Considering she felt like she knew Matt inside and out, and had spent so much time at his place before, she really didn't know much about his native way of living. "Anyone who'd want to be with me must either be insane or Emilia would have to grow a penis, but she already fits into the first category regardless," she said, jokingly. "I don't think I'm as prim and proper and polite that most guys seem to seek after." you could be my ever after

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