Once she had shaken Lucy’s hand, Alicia held up her own hand in a disarming manner. “No worries,” she assured the other witch. “I don’t think we’d settled on a time, and there’s no expiration date on the offer.” She could easily sympathise with the mess that un-planned absences could lead, though, and chuckled as she nodded her understanding.
“My office is just this way,” gesturing for Lucy to walk with her. Before they left the reception area, she asked the receptionist to have a tray of coffee, tea, and water brought to her office.
“Oh, we did. We did, thank you,” she smiled. “Loads of grandparents to spoil and adore and the twins lapped it all up. How about yourself?” Closing the door behind them, she made sure that they had the privacy to address Lucy’s personal matters. “Any flare ups of the Vanishing Sickness? Please, have a seat, let’s figure out how to best get you through this, yeah?”