Alicia got lost in her work. Plenty of people said that but there was something cathatric about working on a broom. She was never good at sitting still and it allowed her to always be moving. Even the silent air seemed to fill her ears in an odd sort of way. She had spent hours working on a broom without realizing it, only stopping when her back ached and her hands cramped to the point the could no longer move.
Today was becoming one of those days. She had felt so painfully inadequate lately. People she thought were her friends were spitting at her or revealing themselves capable of things she had never imagined. She felt uncharacteristically isolated and alone. She couldn't pop off for angry sex or she'd risk a stint in Azkaban and if there was one thing she knew it was that she wasn't up for facing her demons at the dementor's will. She had too many these days.
She had been working for eight straight hours when she heard a familiar voice filter through her workshop. Her heart couldn't help but perk up at once. "Georgie Porgie! And the Rugrat. Don't kid about him becoming a blonde, he could never pull it off."