Taking a seat, Alicia unconsciously mirrored Gwenog’s stance when she, too, crossed one leg over the other, making her both more comfortable and better able to look at the other witch as they talk. “Guilty as charged,” she admitted and looked down at her hands for a moment. Even if it was no secret, there was still something humbling about being called out like this. “I am a Gryffindor and unless it’s Foundation business I usually use my maiden name.” She looked back up at Gwenog and amended; “Well, Foundation business and identifying myself in ballet studios.”
Making herself a bit more comfortable, resting her able on the back of bench, Alicia thought back to what she had heard and read about Gwenog’s injury. “At present, I don’t recall the exact minutiae of it, for the simple reason that I came here thinking ‘ballet’ and not ‘Quidditch’ or ‘Healing,” she made clear. “But I know you hurt your hip, and aside from what little I overheard you talking to the teacher, I watched you dancing and saw how you favour one leg over the other and how you’re not quite as balanced as I’m guessing you have been.” She sent Gwenog a small smile before she continued. “But even if I did read your chart, which I didn’t, since that’s private, I would still prefer for you to tell me what happened and what is going on now.”