Stupid staring hadn't commenced for a very long time, and Alice took a good while looking before resuming her mile-a-minute chattering. "I don't even lead. I play Quidditch and blow a whistle. It's totally different." She nodded seriously at Dora before peeking side ways again. "Did you know if you put a galleon in a turnstile, it goes around 493 times? Oakey's going to share his cursing jar's contents with us and help." What other new things?

"Um. The kitchens are open. We can't live in the corridor or the Room of Requirement. The Board of Governors may or may not be raising funds to help, I dunno, I'll owl Gramps later. Gran, too, to ask if anything happened at the bank." And neither of them would tell if something did, would they? It was also very likely that her grandparents wouldn't tell her a thing, but she didn't think about that.

"Food now?" Alice looked at Dora and then back to again, a goofy grin still plastered onto her face. You'd think that she'd be less elated after getting berated by the Headmistress, but no. For reasons. West reasons.