Violet rolled her eyes again but this time at her friend - "There's no way you'd leave the Season for a bloody tour unless it's to sign, I dunno, quidditch mitts or something." Was that a thing? A mitt? Like in that muggle game? No. That wasn't a thing.
"Ooh, that sounds good," Violet looked to Hannah, who had made her way to them, "I'll have one of those, too," she said, of the minty fizz.
"They will, though I know they worry. I think the big thing is that none of us really know how this all will go, you know?" Plus, it wasn't like her family's past brushes with fame had been all that positive, unless you counted Thad.