Faculty Lounge, Thursday, noonish

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Emma was in the lounge, lounging. And so were her muffins. They weren't lounging though. They were sitting innocently on a table and might in fact be edible this time. Emma was sticking to biscuits and a cup of tea, however. She also had a stack of newspapers by her side.

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Wade stared. And then continued to stare.

And then stared some more.

(Wow.)

"What are you the telepathic Paris Hilton?"

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"Certainly not. My stocks are in much better standing than hers," Emma informed him. "And Sugar Kane is not my type."