A Howler? Alicia’s head was still reeling from the idea that Draco Malfoy – of all people – had sent Katie a Howler in order for her to hear him out. When her friend had told her about the meeting, and in the same breath had asked Alicia to come along, she hadn’t hesitated to agree. It just sounded… well, ‘fishy’ was too kind a word, but the fact that he was asking her to meet him in a public space didn’t exactly scream nefarious intentions. Still, Draco Malfoy was a slimy git and, in Alicia’s opinion, the worst of all Slytherin traits combined into one pasty arsed, weasel of a boy.
Of course, war changed everybody and everybody had their reasons for being who they were and yadda yadda yadda, but that didn’t mean, that Alicia had seen any reason to look past the prat behavior of the Malfoy malady that had plagued a good portion of her school time.
She was willing to play the grown-up though, and put on her mediator face in order to keep Katie safe. So, it was with quirked eyebrow that she asked “Ready, Bells?” before she held the door open, and followed Katie inside.