"God, I hope not. Can you imagine the look on my aunt's face if I phone her to tell her I can't pick Jian up because I've been arrested? Not that I'd be able to see her face, but..."
She looked Melinda up and down. "I'll make us some tea while you take a look at the papers," she decided, pushing Mel ahead of her into the kitchen. "I got the ones about Zabini too, like you told me."
She parked her friend on a chair and went to put the kettle on. Well, somebody would have to be the mother hen in this particular situation, and it wouldn't be Melinda, that much was for sure.