Evie would normally have been one of the first students out the front doors, but on this occasion she lingered in the entrance hall, waiting for Alfie. She'd read enough books and seen enough muggle movies to know that if you were having a... date... with someone, it was probably a good idea to walk down with them.
Would she have to hold his hand?
Did she want to hold his hand?
Did he want to hold her hand?
It was so hard to know, and she wished she could ask someone. But who would she ask? No, it was better just to linger at the bottom of the main staircase, waiting for Alfie to come down, and see what happened.