Ever since she had joined the training program at St. Mungo’s, Alicia had prided herself of her ability to sleep when she needed to, no matter if it was day or night. Come home from a night shift at the hospital, she could go straight to bed and sleep until fully rested and then leave for an evening shift later that afternoon. Of course, her intake of coffee had gone up since she had started too, but she didn’t think anything of that.
Even so, she hadn’t slept much last night. The events of the evening had lingered with her, and though she knew that Oliver would never bring someone he didn’t trust to her flat, she had felt just enough unease at having a basically complete stranger in her home to be able to sleep. It was as if no matter what she did, she could hear Michelle in the other room, though she knew that that was complete rubbish, since she hadn’t made any noise at all.
She didn’t have work until tonight, and with the guest in her house, she needed to stock up on some few things, and as such had ended up in Diagon Alley. Before she knew it, she was in Weasley’s Wizarding Wheezes, foregoing the long line of people there to go in search of either of the twins, all the while considering if she had lost her mind in seeking them out for advice on this matter.
Alicia didn’t have to look long, before she turned a corner to find one of the twins on his hands and knees amongst a load of brightly coloured boxes. Her lips twitching with amusement of the situation, she cleared her throat. “Language, Mister Weasley,” she said, doing her best to imitate Professor McGonagal’s accent and slightly higher pitch of voice.