"I get that, all right? I'm not stupid," Allison said, frustrated with the man in front of her. He was like James but in a way that... Niggled. "I just don't want to think about it. I don't mention it in front of James because I don't want to upset him, I try not to dwell on it because I don't want to worry myself but- You don't want to see your son die? How do you think my son will feel? He doesn't know where his mummy is or why I'm not with him? I might never come back. I'm staying here so they can fix this and I can get back to him. It's not all that selfless."
"Then don't try to manipulate me using emotional blackmail, Mr. Potter. I am not a child nor am I some easily persuadable girl," she said, eyes narrowed with dislike. "I get that you want to make James happy and protect him but I'm not moving there just because it would make him feel better."
She shook her head. "Not without there being a couple of people here who can confirm that they're not illegal or... I don't know, that they're the right spells. I can't cast magic, I don't know what the hell you're saying when you cast them beyond hearing bastardized Latin."
Allison didn't have to think about it. London was her territory and she knew her way around a few areas. "Waterloo station," she said. "I have half a chance of getting on a train and getting away there. As for the word: Piccadilly. With any luck he'll go to there looking for me."