Alicia watched as Marietta ranted and then somehow managed to spill hot tea on herself, feeling an almost uncharitable urge to laugh. No. She felt sorry for the girl in a way, for being obviously so unhappy and bitter.
Harry had been right. Harry was right. And this sneaky little bint deserved every bit of tea spilled on her.
"Yeah," she said, taking her own order and then snatching a couple of napkins from a dispenser and shoving them at the other witch. "Some people will. Better get that tea out, it will stain."