Emmy walked swiftly to a table and slouched down.
She had had a black day.
She sat back up, straightening her back and kicked her shoes off.
"aah!" she murmured in glee. Her feet had been hurting all morning.
"stupid shoes!" She muttered under her breath.

She reached for a book in her bag. Merlin's fabulous inventions, it read.
She flipped the pages over to the right page, and started reading, waiting for Valentina Greysoul.

Finally, the Slytherin girl came in. She looked tall and slender. Just like Emmy.
"Hi!" Emmy whispered, carefull that the Liberian wouldn't tell her off.

OOC: Thanks for describing Valentina like that, finally someone notices her beauty aspect, lol!

Valentina walked quietly into the library, spotting Emmy Hambleton right away. Just how many times she saw her on the Daily Prophet she did not know.

She hurried over to her table and sat down.
Emmy looked so much more beautiful than on the newspaper covers. Her long brown hair swayed over Emmy's shoulders in tidy locks.

"Hi." she said, feeling slightly akward, "you wanted to talk to me, right?" She asked with a nervous smile.
Talking to someone so popular wasn't an everyday thing (even thought her father was vice-minister).

She held out a a packet of Every-Flavour beans.
"want one?" she asked, offering the packet to Emmy.

Emmy smiled and got a red coloured bean. "thanks!" she replied happily.
"yeah, I called you here since I wanted some advice," she began.
She took a bite at the bean. Magical Tomatoe, yuck.

"You are probably the person who can understand me most... it's about our families and their influence on us!" She specificided.
She cleared her throaght.
"Your father is Vice-Minister for Magic, am I right?" she asked, thought she knew the answer already.

She waited for Valentina to show some sign of understanding where this subject would lead.

Valentina looked at Emmy confused.
Their families?... She couldn't understand!

"yeah, my father is Vice-Minister... but I don't know what you mean by being influenced by our families... well... not completly!" She muttered, feeling a bit idiotic.

"do you mean it disturbs you?... as if you don't want to be famous?" she asked, a light switching on in her brain. She gasped.
Who wouldn't want to be famous?

Emmy shook her head sadly.

"They always describe me as perfect!" She whispered, feeling miserable.

She paused and looked away.
"doesn't it bother you? When you do something stupid it's published all over the wizard magazines... like the time I fell off my broom when i was with my father... You heard about that, didn't you?" She asked, with a lifeless tone.

Valentina shooke her head in desbelief.
"well... Aren't you perfect?" she asked in desbelief.

"well... yes... I heard about it, actually..." She nodded helplessly, wondering if someone had not read it.

"but it's not that bad, I mean, I don't always appear on the newspaper, like you!" She said, miserably too.

"lucky!" Emmy murmured. She felt jealus that ordinary people with ordinary lifes and families were lucky enought to be... normal!
She sighed.

"how do I get rid of this all?" she asked, not sure if Valentina could actually understand her. Valentina was her last chance.

"...and," she added, blushing slightly, "I can't ride a broom."

Valentina supressed a snort with great difficulty.

"You mean you actually can't--! No, that's impossible!" she whispered, so that her voice wouldn't give away her serious face.

"erm... riding a broom isn't hard!" she said incouragently.

"riding a broom is easy?!" she scoffed, putting her reading book back in her back to stare uncomprehensibly at the tall and good-looking girl who sat infront of her.

"you are perfect!" She hissed, feeling tottally miserable.
"you are tall, curvy, perfect-looking, talented, funny... and you can ride a broom!" She pointed out.

"you should be the cover girl, not me!" Emmy was sarcastic now.