Whose idea was it, exactly, to put her with the little snots? Alice wasn't sure, but she most definitely didn't want to spend her free time associating with loud, germy children. They were quite unsanitary and touchy-feely and FAR too excitable, it her opinion. But it was nice that a few she was familiar with- Junia and Abey- had decided to attend, too.

She knew for a fact that Hassan kept THEM clean.

"I'm Alice." And this was enough small talk for her already. "Did anyone bring their own brooms? The ones we have for you to use are from Quality Quidditch Supplies, and they're especially for training. But if yours isn't a borrowed one, we can cast some temporary spells on them to keep you, and everyone you're interacting with, safe today." The ones the camp was supplying had a set speed and height limit, and the LAST thing Alice wanted was to clean up some bloody kid who'd fallen off a broom or barreled into someone.

Nodding at her fellow instructors and even smiling at Mitzi (why was she here, though? What did trainee healers know about teaching QUIDDITCH?), she eyed the babies warily.

This was going to be a long day.