"Same difference," Alicia huffed, rolling her eyes. "Still blowing up a broom, aren't you?"
She led the way into the pub, just like she had to the pub and glanced around out of habit. Everything seemed to be alright, even exactly how she had seen it when she first came through. "What do you want?" she asked, turning to face George. She let her hand slide from his wrist completely and shoved her hand into her pocket, looking for the money she had brought with her and pulling out a small handful of various sized and colored coins.