"Miss Oops and Miss Wanton Virtuous, that's us. Really, with aliases like that we could FIGHT CRIME."
As they talked they made it to Diagon Alley, and from there it wasn't a far walk to her flat. She walked Tracey up the three sets of stairs, and waved her inside.
"Sorry about the laundry... well, not so much pile as a sentient being, but who's counting?"
"And you're lucky, by the way." Millicent weaved through the mess and into the small corner that the landlord called a kitchen. "One of my cousins couldn't even brush her teeth without throwing up when she was pregnant."