The Wolf is Coming Ch. 39
Emma was embarrassed when she heard Abraham's "straight man" greeting.
Injured? Of course not. What kind of injury was this? It's just a normal physiological phenomenon. It's just that the time and place were too delicate. No matter how thick-skinned Emma was, she couldn't remain calm in this situation.
"No! I'm not injured!" Emma tried to cover up the embarrassment at the moment with a fierce tone, but her face turned red.
"But behind you..." Abraham still didn't seem to react.
"I said no!" Emma turned around and completely lost the courage to go out.
She was wearing a white dress today. Even if it was now dyed gray by the smoke and dust, it couldn't hide the eye-catching blood color. Let her wear such a dress to show off in the city, she would rather hit the wall directly!
Looking at Emma's ashamed and angry look, Abraham finally reacted to what it was.
"The bathroom is over there." He pointed to the direction of the bathroom with an embarrassed look on his face, and then ran out in a panic, "I, I'll go out first."
Emma was the only one left in the apartment, but the awkward atmosphere still lingered.
She actually wanted to wave her wand and use "Scourgify" to clean herself up instantly. But this was a Muggle society after all. If she received a warning letter from the Ministry of Magic because of such a thing, she would really cry.
After hesitating for a long time, Emma finally borrowed Abraham's bathroom. Because she was afraid that Abraham would suddenly come back, after confirming five or six times that the door was indeed locked, she hurriedly took a battle shower, and then angrily scrubbed her changed clothes.
She hoped that werewolf would also have the habit of using hair dryers, otherwise she would rather hide in the bathroom until her clothes are dried.
*knock* *knock* *knock*
The bathroom door was suddenly knocked, which scared Emma.
But the person knocking on the door was not Abraham.
"It's Miss Hermione Granger, right? Don't be nervous, I'm Abraham's landlord, Fiona Jones, you can call me Mrs. Jones." The person outside the door said.
"Oh, yes, I'm Hermione Granger." Emma answered through the bathroom door, "Mrs. Jones, may I ask, is this..."
"Oh, it's that boy Abraham." Mrs. Jones laughed outside the door, "Just now he suddenly came to me and said Miss Granger you might need a little help. He was embarrassed, so he asked me to come and see."
"Oh, that's really troubled for you." Emma breathed a sigh of relief, and then briefly described her current predicament to Mrs. Jones.
"I know, Miss Granger. Can you wait for me for a while?"
"Okay, thank you so much."
Mrs. Jones quickly brought Emma a change of clothes and some feminine hygiene products. After stuffing these things through the crack of the door, Mrs. Jones was not in a hurry to leave, but talked to Emma through the bathroom door. At first, they were just chatting casually, but as they talked, the topic became strange.
"Abraham has been renting here for a while, and this is the first time I've seen him bring a girl home."
Emma smiled awkwardly and didn't respond.
Mrs. Jones didn't care and continued to talk to herself, "Although he looks a little unwell, he is actually a good person. There are seven or eight young men renting in my building, but last time when the light bulb in the corridor broke, only Abraham was willing to lend a hand and help me change the light bulb..."
Older women have a little hobby of bringing young people together. She didn't know how Mrs. Jones saw that they were destined to be together. When Emma changed her clothes and walked out of the bathroom, she had already listed seven or eight advantages of Abraham.
And when Emma got herself ready and walked out of the bathroom, Mrs. Jones's expression became even more exaggerated. She looked at the little girl in front of her with a smile, her gossip overflowing, "Oh, Miss Granger, you are such a beautiful girl! Abraham's vision is really good!"
Emma fled.
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