"What? After you'd made plans and done other things that wasted more time? I know that's how the police force works in my world; they're so busy analyzing, they do fuck all. I could have been dead by then," She didn't know why she felt so compelled to speak up for Dylan, James and Scorpius but she was protective of them. They had saved her life and she wanted Harry and Cass to congratulate their sons rather than chastise them. They had gone about it the wrong way but at least they hadn't sat on their arses and done nothing. "They endangered themselves to save me and until my memories are taken from me I won't forget that so don't make Dylan feel guilty for what he did."
Allison shrugged, her bad mood returning. She looked down at the bed and pulled at a loose thread determinedly. "He's going to find me wherever I am, isn't he? The mediwitches know I'm here, most of the Healers too. I'm pretty conspicuous being a Muggle," she said. "Don't trouble yourself if it's a hassle."