@nimonascamander
“Is it a hopeless case?”
Alice has pursed her lip as her finger stuck out of the hole in her jacket pocket. She had a variety of skills but seamstress was not one of them. It was something her parents had never passed down to her, and thus it was lost into the abyss of unattainable hobbies. Which is why she had called in the big guns, Nimona, to help her assess the carnage. Alice wasn’t sure when the tragedy occurred but she did notice the hole as her change clattered onto the sidewalks of Diagon Alley. Some of the change, much to her displeasure, had ended up in the pocket of one Amycus Carrow. Entitled. Just the thought of the encounter was enough to make her blood boil, but that wasn’t what today was about. “It’s my favorite jacket.” She bemoaned, hand outstretched with the piece of clothing on top so that the girl might have a closer look at it.
The Fortescue girl had opened her apartment to someone for the first time in literal months, figuring that a social encounter might do her some good. Not to mention Lady enjoyed the company of another human she might be able to siphon affection out of. In preparation Alice had cleaned of course, but also baked some chocolate chip cookies that were placed on the coffee table now. She shifted in her seat slightly, Lady jumping up into her lap, as Alice looked toward Nimona. Alice began to pet the cat absentmindedly. “ How have you been lately ? Anything interesting ?”