"That's why I'm telling you," she said bluntly, knowing she was being unfair to a man she had met five minutes previously but it was with reason; she would do anything to spare Toby hurt and she assumed that this man would do the same. "I wouldn't betray his confidence otherwise. He shouldn't have to do this and he's too stubborn to realise it. As for your wife, I wouldn't tell her anything but a wise word- Locking James up will only send him looking for Voldemort. Like I said: stubborn."
Allison nodded, wondering what she was going to wear on this jaunt out. She didn't even know what state her clothes were in- If the hospital still had them. "I might um- Need clothes. To go out in. I don't have anything. I'm a size 8 in pretty much everything though. Pyjamas would be kind of nice too."
She bit her lip, not sure what to say. "I- It might be confusing. If you could let my mother know or... Just let me send a postcard to say that I'm on holiday and I have cold feet about the wedding. Anything like that... They need to know I'm okay."