In an attempt to get a glance at the tickets, Audrey instead found herself nearly getting a face full of Percy's arm as he shed the cloak. She followed his example, and rather unabashedly let her eyes linger on him as she did so. He wore Muggle suits well, in her opinion. Or well-fitted ones, at the very least. She folded her own cloak loosely, taking a moment to smooth out the skirt of her dress, make sure straps and hems were where they ought to be. She has settled on a simple one for the night, but one she knew looked particularly well on her - black did wonders for everyone, didn't it?
She smirked and tucked a stray hair behind her ear, trying not to let herself become too distracted by Percy and the sights of a busy theater. "She probably deserved it, let's be honest. I've never known a cat to be so meddlesome. I swear, I was one of the least likely students ever to cause trouble, and Filch and that cat still managed to convince me I'd done something horribly wrong at least twice a year."