"Ah, figured it was either one of you," Jupiper said, her hair in a tight ponytail as she stirred the boiling sugar mixture. She rolled her eyes at Alistair and his superstitions.
"Which is why this batch is going to be made with lavendar...so there," she told him, sticking out her tongue and being cheeky.
"What have you been up to these days, stranger? Tormenting Mr. Nott at the Ministry with your theories?"