Audrey echoed Alfie's shrug. "I'm sure there's stuff we could do," she persisted, glancing down the hall towards where his mother was and lowering her voice. "Like... Harry Potter, he does stuff. I know we're not 'chosen'," she waggled the fingers of one hand in air quotes. "Or whatever the Prophet says, but we could help..."
She trailed off and shrugged again, raising her voice to its normal volume. "Should we invite your sisters out?"