Though nearly seventeen years old, Audrey had, in her opinion, pathetically little experience with boys, either as friends or something more. This had never been helped by her tendency toward shyness, something she was only just dabbling with growing out of now. So, when Charlie Weasley, of all people, suddenly plopped down beside her, she wasn't sure what to do with herself.
Had he seen her there? Did he mean to sit with her? Audrey couldn't believe that that would be the case, even if he had always been friendly toward her. He was nice to everyone. He was Charlie Weasley, the boy who, as Audrey imagined it, half the girls in their year had some sort of crush on.
And he was sitting so close. If she moved her leg a little it might even brush his. Oh God.
She stole a glance at him, not daring to turn her head lest her see her looking. He seemed distracted. Courage growing just a little, Audrey turned to face him, eyes wider than she'd have liked and cheeks slightly flushed.
"Er. Hello, Charlie." She smiled, though was positive she only looked terrified.