"Come along, Mum." Neville tugged on the sleeve of the wide-eyed woman, who took a few jerky steps forward. His voice rose in pitch as he tried to calm her.
They reached the shop, and Granny spoke. "Glorious day, isn't it? We'll require two sundaes and a peppermint ice cream for Alice. It's her birthday." The sound of two Knuts and a Sickle against marble countertop broke into the stillness.
Florian nodded.
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From the counter, Florian watched Neville attempt to spoon ice cream into his mother's mouth. A bit of melted pink dripped onto the table, and Alice Longbottom giggled.