"Either tell me or let me go, Alfred." Jo pushed. Walking back into the flat where Zelda was likely standing brimming with questions and coiled frustration was not feasible. For one, how could they possibly have that conversation in the same room as the two ministry workers? And secondly, how could Alfred think his future wife would be okay with him bringing another woman into his bedroom? Never mind that they'd likely only argue, but the facts remained the same. (Had Zelda ever even been in his bedroom, she wondered fleetingly.)