Audrey barely heard what she said about the Weasleys. She was nodding, her mouth dry and it took her a moment to find her voice.
"Yes, I know Toad."
She didn't say anymore, her emotions going tight inside of her chest. This was why Toad had seemed so happy when she'd bumped into him, and Audrey really couldn't fault him in the least. This woman was pretty, vibrant and bubbly and clearly mad for him.
Audrey could remember a time when that had been her, so very long ago.