Audrey nodded, smiling at the slight pressure of Alfie's hand against the small of her back. Even though she didn't need the help, she appreciated it, it made her feel cared for and safe. "Madam Puddifoot's?" she asked, letting out a little giggle at the thought of Alfie in there amongst all the pink and doilies. "It's not exactly your scene. Did she choose it?"
At his next statement, she let out a little sigh and shrugged, grabbing the heavy owlery door and tugging hard. "I have," she admitted. "A lot." She didn't really want to talk about it but found that she almost couldn't stop. "D'you think... something's wrong with me because I don't have a boy to snog?" She asked, her voice slightly desperate.