Emma

She was correct; Greta's efforts were very good. So he joined her, satisfied by his decision to abandon the wedding crowd in favour of sustenance. As she spoke, he observed her, absently musing on how he recalled her as a teenager; scrawny, not worth admiring, and blind to anything except Quidditch. It was remarkable how people could change - for the better, it seemed.

Emma supposed she was enjoying herself. Rabastan wasn't that bad company, even if they hadn't seen each other for a while. They hadn't really talked that much in the past either. Emma just remembered him being good friends with her brothers. She hadn't paid too much attention to him really. She supposed he didn't look too bad. But she wasn't single, so she wasn't exactly looking.

Regulus took Emma’s hand and guided her a little bit further away from the stage. He made sure they were still in sight, but far enough away from the speakers that they could speak without having to scream at each other. “Yeah, yeah, busy, busy.” Regulus replied in jest, rolling his eyes as he placed his hands on Emma’s waist. “Now that you’re famous you’ve forgotten about the little guys, hmm?” He asked, still teasing as he lead their dance. “Don’t forget that I held your hair back for you as you threw up off the astronomy tower… Multiple times! I think that warrants a visit every now and again.” Laughing, the two of them turned on the beat, and he nodded his head towards the band. “Who’s the girl you’re making googly eyes over?”

Regulus was one of her best friends. She was glad he was here. He would make it all a little more bearable. Of course, she should love these kind of things, but she probably would've preferred to be at the party Kitty had mentioned before. As they got into a dancing rhythm Emma laughed. "And who was the one that had supplied the goods that got me so sick" She teased, a little grin on her face. Those had been good times. She missed them. Emma turned her head slightly, so she could glance at Kitty. "Oh that's Kitty." She murmured, turning her attention back to Regulus. "My girlfriend."

Kitty laughed freely at her words - it was boring, wasn't it? Sure, she always liked playing, no matter what, but she wouldn't be sad to see this particular gig end. Especially not if it ended in spending more time with Emma.

To be honest if Kitty had said that she was ready to go now, Emma would have ditched the wedding reception to go party with her. Whilst some part of her knew she should spend time with her peers, she really did not want too. Why would she went she knew the party else where was much more up her street. But for now, they would stay here.

Taking her advice, he studied the selection on offer close to where they stood. "She must be," he agreed, making his choice and turning back to her, plate of cheese now firmly in hand. "I've only heard good things, which is quite remarkable considering how these events spread gossip and criticism quicker than wildfire."

"Trust me." Which of course was hard when they barely knew each other. But Emma had tasted a lot of Greta's cheese, and so she felt like she was pretty confident in her view point. "I suppose that is true." The brunette murmured with a laugh. It was part of the reason why she did hate these kind of thing sometimes. She really could not stand gossip that much. Not when it was mean, and just people bitching about each other. Maybe that was why she preferred the company of Kiity, and Greta, and others like them.

While Elodie was occupied speaking with a friend of hers, Regulus excused himself to the other room. He'd caught a glimpse of Emma while the two of them were making their rounds and wanted to make sure he took some time out of his night to see her. It seemed as though both of them had so much going on in their lives recently that they hadn't had a proper chance to talk with each other in quite some time.

Emma had always enjoyed weddings. Of course, that was mostly because it was not her wedding. She was sad though that her date was actually having to work though. She would have loved nothing more than to dance the night away with Kitty. But she supposed, if she could not do that, listening to her was the next best thing. Of course, maybe she shouldn't have been standing so close, but it gave her a good view of her girlfriend.

Kitty smiled warmly at her. "I surely hope not." She hummed softly at the sentiment, being stuck with Emma didn't seem like a bad thing to her at all. Quite the opposite, actually.

Emma knew it was a slightly dangerous game that they were playing. Whilst she was pretty confident there was no paparazzi that would get their photo in the prophet, she knew the pureblood Mama's were around, and sometimes their gossip was worse. But she couldn't keep her hands off of Kitty.

Having escaped his parents, Rabastan found a moment's peace in the refreshment pavilion. He was not sure where Alecto had disappeared to, though he did vaguely hope she hadn't taken his suggestion to cause mayhem seriously. It would undeniably liven up the proceedings and he would revel in the horror on his parents' faces. But he did not want to sully Cissa's day. She had waited long enough for it.

The cheese was good. But Emma had already known that before she had even picked up any. She had problem eaten her body weight in cheese over the time that she had known Greta. And she had yet to find anyone else who made better cheese. And so, there was a happy little smile on her face as she took a bite of the cheese. It was good. It almost made her date abandoning her for most of the wedding tolerable. Of course, she didn't blame Kitty, although she hoped the next wedding that she needed to attend they could both just be guests.

Kitty breathed a playful sigh of relief at her words, although she didn't fear Emma would find someone else tonight. She placed her hand on Emma's knee delicately as she knocked their legs together, giving her a gentle squeeze.

"Did you really think I would replace you darling?" Emma asked, raising an eyebrow as she looked at Kitty. Whilst Emma knew she could have the pick of the suitors, she also knew a lot of people would go crazy to date one of the Weird Sisters. Emma felt very lucky. "You're stuck with me Kitty."

Kitty loved weddings - it was why she had agreed to begin with, and why she'd learned a new instrument just for Narcissa to walk down the aisle to. But it was a very different experience to play at one than to attend. Still, she was enjoying herself - although she had seen far less of her date than she would have liked.

Emma loved a good wedding, and the Malfoy one was set to be the wedding of the century. Of course, she would have preferred that her date wasn't up on the stage so much. But Emma also loved watched Kitty play, even if she wasn't playing much of her usual stuff. She was still hopeful that she might get a little dance with Kitty though. This as the first time the pair were out together so publicly, and she was just hoping it would go well.

where: a cafe in diagon alley who: open

It was a rare day off for the quidditch player today, and so Emma had decided to venture out into Diagon Alley. She was hoping that it was not going to be overly busy. She couldn't stand crowds. At least , not when she was in the middle of them anyway. But, she fancied a little bit of lunch, and so she was walking over to the café. She'd paused to read the menu that was above the window when a voice interrupted her.