Alicia couldn't help but smirk as she watched George with the girl. She couldn't help but envy her a little bit. She had been an absolute wreck after her mum died. She was angry and miserable. Alicia got into trouble more than she laughed in those years. She also didn't have a dad like George to try and make her smile.
"Not in my shop, we wont. I like you runt but vomit stays in broom bristles like you wouldn't believe. Now, if you want to go outside and have a spinnign contest...Who am I to stop you?"