"You lot are my friends," she said for the umpteenth time. "I do not befriend short hairy creatures so stop pushing him off on me. As for Carmichael...I don't know why he did it." Alicia grabbed the bottle, taking a straight shot followed by another. She didn't like being blamed for this.
"Don't expect me to say sorry because I am not the one who bashed in your face. Honestly. You'd think two quidditch players could handle a damn punch," she said, starting to get grumpy. Too many thoughts. She hated complications and she kept being smacked in the face with them.