Emily was, at the moment, watching. Listening. Well, anyways, she was watching two students - a girl most likely in her first year and a very tall boy - maybe a 7th year? - talking in a rather... Weird way. Not flirting, not arguing... Just talking. Civilly, not in the way that she and Neil sometimes did. Well. Not 'sometimes', more like 'always', really. She watched them, knowing that she was safe - her face, covered and shadowed by the cloak, made sure that it would look like she could have been watching anyone in their direction. A sudden thought caught her full on - What if someone calls me Dementor? She thought suddenly, but then shrugged. Ah well, if they thought so, she could pull her hood down, exposing herself.