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Emelia was pretty much flippant when it came to holidays. Mostly? They were an excuse for her to feed undetected or better yet, score free stuff, (mostly teas, she would never pass up a 'limited' leaf). But even if a holiday and she didn't have work, she still had chores. She still had needs and- okay so yes, it might have been work but she'd not prefer to think of it as such.

She was out of a few herbs and other casting ingredients and the dinky shop by he house hardly had anything good in stock. That and she wanted to pick up some fresh fruits later. The shop was to Emelia, ugly. Nothing overly fancy and more often than not she'd spy a shelf with a layer of dust over it. Walking down the isles, she hoped to find the fish scales she was looking for. The desire for fish scale however, faded fast when the whiff of a witch went by. Looking past a fer jars and- "Oh, now aren't you a cute one?" She purred.

He was lucky to not have dropped the jar, it was far overpriced. The boy looked rather handsome, and for a second Emelia pitied his girlfriend, she probably had it rough keeping other off of him. "Oh you're feisty. I like that. Keeps things interesting. And no sadly, I'd remember someone as delicious looking as you, but if we have the name Emelia ring a bell?" Rounding the shelves she took a moment to look him up and down.
"You're even cuter up close. Oh, and those rose petals are over priced, you're better buying them further down the road."

Sadly for Cicero, Emelia called him feisty and cute. She'd call him those thing again. "You can support a shop, or you could save some money, use it to buy your girl a gift, maybe even take one on a date." She grinned. He would be a tough nut to crack, if she could crack him at all. That was however, part of the fun of it.
"Cicero...Mmm a handsome name for a handsome man. And my year?" She twirled her finger in her hair. "How about legal? Or better yet how about graduate. Top of my class." A lie, a big one really given she just kind of..dropped out when she'd become a witch eater. But he didn't need to know that. "Still going to the academy though? I can help you study if you want. Or.... help in other ways." She wanted him to take the bait. Then she could snack and run.
Her version of a dine and dash.

Oh no girl? This could make her job easier. Or harder if he was into guys. Then it was just going to be plain frustrating. Following him, and his red face, Emelia purred out a reply. "Why should, or would, I make fun of you. You're cute. You go to the academy meaning you have goals in life. All those sorts of things. And 'popular' is a... subjective term." Popular with reapers when they had come for her, that was for sure.

"I had a few, well let's just call them admirers, but truthfully, they just wanted me and what I could give them," her life, "So I sent them away," by eating their hearts in revenge. Back then she'd been lucky. Very very lucky to have gotten away with it. Thankfully, other witch eaters had distracted them, letting Emelia escape into another lost file. Still, the guy was trying to send her away and Emelia wouldn't have it. "What about you? No girl but with those looks, I assume you have someone. Or least a bit of fun right?"

He... was laughing. For a second, she was ready to put on her 'don't laugh at me' pout but it was unneeded. So... he didn't think his work was fun? Magic was... well Emelia was quite sure it was fun and if it was not you were obviously doing something wrong. Obviously. Still, he was trying to leave her in the dust. Pity really, she was having her brand of fun. But- Oh. Giving herself a bit of a fan she smiled. "Why Cicero, you're making my heart go all aflutter" With hunger. Not to mention the fact that she just liked compliments.

She would admit though, him running off after- she didn't really want that. Following after him and his delicious scent, she came behind him, fluttering lashes and all. "I should have my pick? And what if I picked you?"

Crazy? Well, eat enough hearts and you'd be crazy too. Or maybe just have a different definition like Emelia. "Hardly crazy, maybe.. flirty, but never crazy." In public. That part she'd keep to herself.
Looking at his expression she waited. If he yelled her off then she'd have wasted her time. A public telling off well- hard to recover from that sort of thing. So when she didn't get told off- Snaking her way next to him, her arm casually slipped around his own. "Mhm. I's enjoy that very much actually. Any place special? If not I know a cheap but very delicious cafe just a little ways down the road."

With a dark alley perfect for a feeding. "Or you can take me back you place. Show a girl a good time." She was willing to bet the second part would be a no.

Ah well, arm entangled or no, she had him. All that was left was getting him in the right spot at the right time. She would admit, he was cute, and it seemed a shame to trick him like this but a girl had to eat, and the cutest were often to most sweet. "To the cafe then." Leading the way through a few winding roads, a few back lots... And then she felt he would sufficiently lost. Or at least directionally muddled to not know where the nearest busy street was.

"MMhmm, we're here." Only there was no cafe, no little shop. "So Cicero, tell me,-" without realizing it, her wings had come out, her hunger coming forth, "You as sweet as you look?"