"Busy as ever." She scrunched up her nose. It was one thing to work in a Quidditch shop. It was another thing entirely to work at McLaggens. "They've got all the Magpies jerseys up to prepare for the Cup already."
"Is he still treating you like your mom?" Eliza had mentioned that her uncle was a bit overbearing.
Roxanne poured herself another mimosa, "And yes they are neverending."