"Did she?" Romilda said without missing a beat. "That was nice of her."
She had realised in the past few months that she had truly come on too strong with Harry in the past, and needed to be more mature in the way she was going to lure him into her arms.
"You don't look so good, Harry. You should sit down." She pulled out a chair and nodded for him to sit.
"Oh," she smiled sweetly when he asked about her. "Molly is so kind - we met in the queue for the census, and well, things weren't so great for me these past few months." She didn't want to sound too emotional, or make him feel sorry for her.
"But she insisted that I should come and live here, instead of out on the streets."