Eloise felt rather silly. Of course, she figured some people had left school, but she had spent so much time being angry at her father that she never stopped to think that she was one of many.
She could sense that Sally-Anne was antsy to get out of the shop, and looking around, Eloise realized she didn't fancy the wrong kinds of ears listening to her conversation. Two years living in near-solitude with a paranoid father had taught her a few things about secrecy.
"I'd love to read the information you've got, maybe we could get together sometime? I'm staying at the Leaky Cauldron until I find a decent flat to rent."