Emmanuelle just watched in slight shock and repulsion as the girl appeared to just gobble her piece of fudge up. Did she even chew it? Em hoped so because she had no idea how to do the heimlech maneuver. So, it would be tragic if she started choking right about now. But she seemed to be fine, thank goodness, and was now eyeing the fudge. Maybe she wanted another piece? "Go ahead," she said, setting the box down on the seat beside her.

"Not at all!" she answered when another little first year asked to come into the compartment. This one seemed to know the first one and also provided her with the girl's name which she hadn't given yet. "Have some fudge!" She cringed a little at the toad, but only because she didn't think it was such a great idea to have one in the same area as food. Didn't those things cause warts anyway? But she chose not to comment. She didn't want a hassle to start off her seventh year.

"Emmanuelle Moreau," she replied after Pao introduced himself. After all, it was only polite, right? Oh, if only her friends back home could see her now. They would be laughing and busting her chops. She blamed her odd charitableness on her good mood and the fact that it was her final year.