Her arms wrapped around his torso when he put an arm around her, which was a gesture that comforted her greatly. Lavender was a very physical human being. Words did go a long way, yes, but it was the physical actions of things that tended to seal the deal. That, and the champagne left her with a tendency to lean to the right. He was just the anchor she needed at that moment.
"You'll stay?" she questioned over the cluster of people, and led them both to a floo line. She went ahead of him. Of course, so that he'd know the address to repeat. After telling someone or another-she assumed they were of authority- her name and location, they hurried her into the floo and before she knew it, she was off.
Stepping out of her fireplace, she looked around her lightlessflat expectantly, as if she expected a flash if green to be sent her way any moment. Or worse- the bone-chilling growl that'd all but been imbedded into her memory. She was practically working herself up into an unneeded state of panic. Her hands folded over arms, and she waited for Ernie expectantly.