"Of course you can," Alice said, smiling over Janice's head. "I just thought I could help, you know, make sure everything fit nicely without anything getting broken," she added pointedly. Her face was still smiling, even if she was jokingly being critical. Of course, she was mostly kidding. She remembered what it was like being a 6th year, though of course she always packed rather neatly. "You know," she said offhand, "6th year was the last that me and your father had together at Hogwarts. I missed him my 7th. I had Mrs Potter, Ms. Meadowes and Ms. McDonald, but it still was strange that he wasn't there..." she thought. Of course, she briefly remembered that it was that year that Peter had come to her and...well, he didn't mean what he said. He couldn't have.
"That's funny," Alice said, eyebrow furrowing, pausing in her stroking of Janice's hair. "He told me he sent you one. No wonder you didn't send a thank you. I was sure you would have if you did. Well, I'll have to owl him and let him know we never got it. It was nice of him to think of you," she said nodding. Peter was always very kind to think of her children. She tried to shake off the slightly odd feeling she had when she remembered that Peter had said that Janice always reminded him of her. That he only saw Alice in her daughter. She wasn't sure what it was that was odd about that. Peter was her dear friend, she didn't want to think strangely of him.