“What do you mean ‘talk about what happened’?” Alicia smirked and turned her back on Oliver. “Nothing happened, so there’s nothing to talk about. I mean, sure, the lasagne was good, but not so goodo that I still talk about it days later.” She knew full well that something had happened, the churning in her stomach and the funny tingling in her upper arms from just being this close to Oliver again was proof enough for that. However, those were both sensations she was ignoring, because otherwise she would find herself in a heap of trouble.
“Coffee or tea...” her voice trailed off as the silvery shape of a Patronus appeared in front of them, and once she had heard the message, she looked up at Oliver, really looked up at him for the first time since he had shown up on the the flat roof that doubled as her garden. “We should...” still nodding that they should go, she pretty much pushed him back out the door he had just come in through, and a moment later, she disappeared with a POP only to appear on the edge of some serious mayhem.
Alicia took a short moment to steady herself, though she gave up trying to get an idea of where to dive in, and instead cast a Protego when she realised that already the hexes and curses were zooming by her, quite a bit too close for her liking.