Unlike Kingsley, Alice was having better luck of her own. Two members of a outer fringe dark magic group had made a rookie mistake and it was like they were hand delivered into her and Frank's hands. Of course, Alice was waiting for the other shoe to drop but that was mainly because of years of experience and knowledge of how these things worked. (Other people would say paranoia, but she wasn't quite yet at Moody's levels yet.)
She was sitting in her cubicle, finishing up her report and debating if sneaking out for lunch with Lina and Percival when the clay diricawl fell. Turning around, Alice looked at it with crinkled up eyebrows and a slight frown on her face. Muttering Reparo and swinging it back up to the shelf, she turned around and got back to her report. Not even five minutes later, the same thing happened again. This time instead of putting it back on the shelf, she placed it on her desk and walked to the adjoining cubicle.
"You weren't, until you were," Alice told him. "Nice ball."