Leanne is breeding Kneazles, or something. Truthfully, Katie doesn't know.
"So you see what I mean?" says Alicia. "Not everyone goes through life with exactly the same people."
"You're right, you're right." Katie spears her spaghetti. "I just...someone who has nothing in common with me. Never put on the Sorting Hat. Never saw a Quidditch game. Never worried about O.W.L.s."
"Okay, that's not nothing," says Alicia, "you said you met him at a choir practice, yes?"
"Yes, but—"
"So that's something you have in common. Look, if it doesn't work out it doesn't work out, but you clearly are obsessed with this Ricky—"
"Richard—"
"Precisely, ask him on a date already. Merlin's whiskers, it's not that hard."
"All right, all right. So what's new with you?"
Alicia gives a twitch of a shrug. "You know." It's said too slowly to be there to be filling space. Katie knows, or is supposed to, how boring Alicia's life is.
"Hmm. You ever go out to any Muggle films or anything? They're a little backwards of course but it's sort of neat getting to see how they do it with techynology, they've got lots of tricks and they can get a little more done than simply a play would allow, I've been to a couple of those and they're—am I rambling?"
"Yes," Alicia laughs, "but that's not a bad thing."