Alicia was all out of sorts. She could never fall asleep and when she did it was always interrupted by nightmares. She wasn't sure why Charlie hadn't kicked her out yet. Guilt, probably. She hated that she was using it to her advantage. He didn't want her going back there and she couldn't stand the thought of it. Alicia rarely allowed herself to be scared of many things but there was no denying she feared Azkaban with every ounce of her being.
She also knew it was likely that she'd go back there. Next time they might not be willing to return her wand. It may be silly but she forgot how to live like a muggle. She needed to practice in case it came to that. If she didn't have to use magic she avoided it, which meant sneaking out of the flat and getting to work by feet. She had managed to avoid George until this point, a feat considering she was living right above him. He would want to have a talk about it and she wasn't up for a talk. She also knew her luck wouldn't last.
"In the flesh. Well, got to go. Work and all that."