Name: Emilia Jane Harrison (Em, Emmie)
House/Year: Hufflepuff/3rd Year
Blood Type: Muggle-born
Wand: Holly, 9 in, Unicorn Hair, Springy
Broom: Doesn't have one.
Attire: Hufflepuff uniform
Location: WAF - Basement/Labs
Travel: Not Applicable
Tagging: Professor Lupin
Emilia stood there silently as she thought about what she could possibly offer in terms of help. Yes, she was a fast learn. But what could she do straight off?
"Well, I'm majoring in Magizoology with a minor in Herbology," Emilia began.
Oh, she felt so silly saying it out loud. What help was any of that? Looking down at the floor again, she didn't think it would be of much, if any. Suddenly, she furrowed her brows in thought. Perhaps the Herbology could be useful. Maybe, just maybe she could help with the potion making? Do some extra research in what could help provide a cure? If research and results had already been done, maybe she could take a look and see if she could make sense of it with what she was already learning about some of the more obscure plants with odd and magical properties...
"I've started studies on some of the more obscure plants. And this year I'm taking the second level class. Maybe that can help in some way with your research for finding a cure?"
Emilia paused and licked her lips, her face more determined than ever. Her eyes expressive, hopeful.
"As for credit? I don't care about that. I..." Emilia's voice trailed. "I just want to do something that helps people. Something that makes a difference for someone."
Emilia knew her cheeks were red and that her freckles that she hated were standing out. And though she wanted to cover her face, a habit she had when she tended to giggle, she knew she needed to stand her ground at this moment. She was being very serious in her offer and to be rejected now... she didn't think she could take that even though she'd faced it before. For some reason, this time, it would be different. It would crush her spirit in a way nothing had before.