Work time is play time

Emile was aware that his cousin had come to the Hallows, though maybe not recently anymore. But he'd hardly spoken much to her, not that that was surprising he hardly spoke to anyone, family or no. But things were bustling around the castle, and it was hard to ignore. Even though as far as Emile was concerned things were always busy. Still, he knew he had to at least try to participate from time to time. He saw his cousin from the balcony and while he didn't really know her the idea of having to spend time with someone who was, even more, a stranger was simply too much for him to consider, so his cousin it was.

Emile had long ago mastered moving fast enough that few enough wolves would stop him but not so fast that it would draw attention and he quickly scurried his way over to the maned woman. She appeared to be making... Well something though Emile had no clue what. He tipped his head to the side, as he always did, attempting to hide or minimize the ring of scars around his eye. "Wwwwwwwwhat're you doing?" He asked softly as he got close enough to be heard. His posture was the usual one, submissive and looking very much like he would bolt at the slightest sign of danger, or not danger, really he looked like if you looked at him wrong he might flee.

Speech