Alfred took a deep breath and considered how he ought to respond to that. He was the one who'd told her to wait, so he owed her something, he supposed. On the other hand, he really didn't think she would believe him, and having her storm off (or lose her temper at him) in the midst of Muggle London wouldn't leave his situation improved in the slightest. Was there any chance that she would believe him? On the one hand, there were probably few other people who would know her by sight and know enough about his connection to her to lie about something like this. On the other hand — he knew what he looked like at the moment (or rather didn't, since the house he'd emerged from didn't have mirrors, but he knew he had fangs which was quite enough).
"I'll tell you," he said cautiously. "If you get me into Diagon first." Then, in case she thought he might be planning to bolt as soon as the brick wall opened, he added, "I promise."
"I'll tell you," he said cautiously. "If you get me into Diagon first." Then, in case she thought he might be planning to bolt as soon as the brick wall opened, he added, "I promise."
MJ made the most Alfredy of sets and then two years later she made it EVEN BETTER