Prettiest girl in London (Open)

Emilie walked into the Great Hall and sat down at the Gryffindor table. She grabbed a few food items, nothing too fattening as her dietician would kill her if she gained even a pound. So she settled for a salad and a cup of pumpkin juice. She sighed and wished she could have some of the pudding and the turkey leg that just called out to her, but she had a career to focus on.