"Hello wanker," said Audrey, fondly, looking at the Slytherin perched rather uncomfortably in the Astronomy Tower, looking thoroughly out of his element. It was rather adorable, in a sense, but only because Audrey had a general fascination with people who were uncomfortable in situations. It made very little sense to her, of course, because she was under the impression that she herself never did get uncomfortable. True to the extent that she at least had a not very positive or productive way of dealing with discomfort as it was, it loaned a level of derison towards those who were actually brave enough to realise they were uncomfortable. Wolfe, at least, had to be aware. He looked nervous, he was shifting about. It was almost endearing. Audrey would have petted him if she didn't think that would not be very well taken. "Why do you pretend like you're not nice?" she asked, looking at him with the sincerest expression she could muster up, unblinking blue eyes fixed very intently on him.