"Help me with this?" Pet asked, twisting the last of the bedsheets and clamoring over Al's trunk into the loo to fasten one end to a handle. "I should have been training," she sighed, wondering if she could pull off a very discreet levitating spell on the trunk as well once it was down to a quarter of its size. "Or planned better to take things in trips. Oh balls," she sighed as the pulley rang a little bell in her flat, hoping that it was George or Ang first so that Al wouldn't lose her Quaffles at the sight of her future disguise.
She left Alicia with the trunk, trotting down the steps and through the rooms of the shop, grinning at Angelina peering in the window of the door. "Hullo, we're finishing up packing now."