Re: Arrivals
“Oof, no, please, no stroppy Fred,” Alicia’s face scrunched up just at the thought of that, though soon after it settled on a teasing smirk as she leaned closer to George, looking ready to share a secret with him. “You know,” she started, her voice lowered for dramatic effect, “it was actually Charlie who said you looked great tonight. I’m just letting you keep it.” With a wink to match his, she sauntered off towards the kitchen.
Out there, she considered the selection of bottles. “Keep away from the green and the purple...” she muttered to herself, not really fancying Butterbeer, but still not certain what to get. “Oi! George!? You have anything sparkly?” Sparkly seemed like a good place to start, and whether it was glittery sparkly or bubbly sparkly didn’t really matter.