"You-Know-Who? Do you mean Voldemort?" Allison asked, confused. "As much as I appreciate the sentiment of going to find somebody else, he said he'd kill me if James told and I appreciate being alive more than some noble 'I must tell my superiors' bullshit. I'm lucky that he didn't kill me because of you and Scorpius knowing."
She shrugged and pulled the sheets up over herself, settling down in the bed. "Will it really make a difference? I really can't see it changing much but if it makes you happier go ahead," She yawned and stretched. "I know this sounds kind of rude but do you mind leaving now you've done all your magic and spells and whatnot? I'm really quite tired."