The Berkley was quickly becoming her home away from home, and Emma seemed inclined to treat it as such. In that she ignored whoever else was there as she would around her flat back in Swansea, if there was a whole floor of people that were coexisting with them, Emma paid them no mind. She was distracted, which was her favorite state to be in. Usually when the blonde witch was looking for a good way to detract from unpleasant thoughts, snogging was the first thing on her list. And who better to make her forget that she was going to be off back to prison tomorrow than her boyfriend? They eagerly made their way down the hallways, Emma laughing a bit drunkenly, though whether it was on the company she was keeping or the things she planned on doing, the girl wasn’t quite sure. But it had started in the elevator. A fantastic little muggle machine, and without the behatted bellboy to press the little buttons, Nigel and she had been standing together in the little room with no supervision what so ever. It had only taken a girlish giggle and some sound pouncing to start undoing his buttons in the mirrored moving room. What was started in that little room quickly spilled out into the hallways and then against walls and the door to their room.

It was one of the more pleasant ways to push their impending separation from her mind.

And still once it was over, the girl lay back looking up at the ceiling of the grand room that Nigel put them up in. It was a decent ending to the summer; Nigel did like to see to certain details. He’d been the one to push her to make her plans, to spend the summer out and about and playing budding socialite when Scarlett didn’t beckon her home to see to more mundane tasks. There was nothing that rained on the youngest Briar’s parade more than her middle sister. But Nigel seemed to circumvent that with a combination of annoying Lettie into letting him have his way, and cajoling her in such a manner that she finally gave in. He really was a delightful distraction and an excellent partner in crime. Emma wiggled her toes to start sliding under the comforter, propping up on her elbow, to rest her cheek in her hand and look down on Nigel Wright. Her bright eyes just starting to take in his sharper, darker features with a smile twisting at the corner of her mouth, and there had been the vague thought that she could kiss him again, maybe cuddle against his side, but then he was up abruptly, sending her eyebrows toward her hairline.

“I have a few more presents for you, honey.”
That was said after smashing his mouth against hers, and Emma grinned, deciding for the moment to sit up and watch where her very stark naked boyfriend was jogging to. It was the perfect opportunity for a saucy whistle in his direction and a laugh as she crawled under the covers.

“Hurry up then!” The blonde called out, setting up her pillows against the headboard and leaning back once Nigel told her he had to fix whatever was in the box. Which of course made her extremely suspicious. It was her general experience that sparkly things didn’t have to be repaired before being given to her, but there he was, waving his wand about and the witch sat up taller to try and see what exactly he was doing to the formerly prettied up box. It was just minute before Nigel was practically throwing a trio of boxes at her, and commanding her to open what he’d already opened, but for the moment, she was still reveling in the afterglow of shagging like maniacs, so she was much more likely to oblige now than she would have been otherwise.

“Alright, alright.” Emma rolled her eyes, but kept her smile and reached over to pull at the edges of the box. She imagined from the size that it was probably not some of the jewelry she’d been eyeing, but she was still holding out hope that Nigel had been paying attention while they’d been on their beach vacation and he had perhaps picked up that gaudy souvenir hourglass with the white sand and shells that she’d found endearingly hideous. But what she found wasn’t exactly anything she could have guessed. What looked up at her were two white and grey furred faces, Emma looked from them and back up to her boyfriend and then back down once more. Obvious confusion making its way over her features.

“Cats?” That was the first word from her lips, when she reached into the box to pull out the antsy beasts, and set them on the top of the large king sized bed. Their little bodies twisting this way and that, though they were warm and fuzzy, they seemed to want to be on their feet and wander about more than they wanted to be in the box or be held.

“For me?” Emma liked other people’s cats, one of her dorm mates had one that she was particularly fond of and when she stopped into her room it was always lazing about and ready for a scratching behind its ears. But she’d never thought of getting one and especially not two, for the reason that Scarlett always said, Emma didn’t know how to care for anything, except herself for the most part. Still, she caught up one of the Siamese cats that had a ribbon around its neck that it seemed to want to be rid of and held it for a moment out from her to study it.

“I have an owl…well…Lettie does.” The blonde reminded Nigel, in case he’d gotten over zealous in his celebration that she’d finally decided to bow to pressure and take three classes for her NEWTs, one of which was Transfiguration, where she’d bring around Tam when needed.

“They are busy things, aren’t they?” Emma considered them again, setting the kitten back down.