He rubbed his arm and frowned.
"You ABUSE me, Minnie."
He was back in the swing of things again. He was normal, wanted to play Quidditch, and not at all pale anymore. Alfred smiled at her and practically bounced over to the icebox where his mum had left a very carefully labelled "do not touch" bowl of ice cream. He figured that they both deserved some after this.
"Here."
He plunked the entire thing on the table in front of her.
"For your trouble."
He figured EVERYTHING could be made better with ice cream. Especially his mum's.
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