After so long in the closet, she suspects there's little that others won't think about them and what happened in that closet and so she makes no effort not to take his hand as she finally turns and reaches for the door.

She stops though, looking back at him as she gives his hand a squeeze. "They're probably jealous," she teases. "You are the boy that lived."

Winking at him as she draws her wand though, opening the door. "Okay, who was knocking?" She asks with a grin, wand at the ready.