Twycross was a horrible teacher, really, and even Angelina had made fun of him behind his back. Angelina was not that serious of a student, but when there were still jokes to be made after the twins and Lee had had their fun, one was dealing with an easy target indeed. As soon as she had gotten her license, more than a quarter-century ago now, she'd Apparated like it was the most natural thing in the world and quite forgotten the details of the class.
They're sitting near the back of the Hog's Head this time. Every once in a while they suggest shaking things up, going somewhere else, but they do get a little bit of variety when people can't all come. One year Alicia was miserably sick, another year Katie was visiting Richard's family, the next Lee had some hang-ups at the Portkey office in Singapore and didn't make it back. So the back of the bar, within earshot (well, they're not sure about George) of the bathroom is fine.
Or would be.
"Too many firewhiskeysh," Alicia grins. "I'm going to the bathroom."
"Good plan," Lee says, approvingly. She nonchalantly scoots away from the table and out of sight.
Then, there's a Crack. Pause. Crack. Pause. Crack.
"That Alicia, you reckon?" George modestly proposes.
"Maybe it's shomeone going in and out of the bathroom," Lee ventures.
"It's obviously someone in the bathroom, you troll," says Angelina.
"Is she okay? Maybe she'd have called out."
"Maybe one of you should go look," Oliver nods at the women, "I would, but, you know."
"We don't even know it was the women's room," George points out. "What reason does anyone have to Apparate into a bathroom?"
"Alicia failed her Apparition test twice," Angelina suddenly remembers. "If anything's gone wrong—"
"She failed twice?" Lee gapes. "How come we never heard about thish? We'd have teased her no end."
"Lee, this is not the time!" Angelina exclaims.
"They're half a year older than us, they'd have tested early," George points out.
But then Alicia wheels back, coolly. "You okay?" Oliver nervously asks.
"Tipsy," she grins.
"We heard someone Apparating."
Alicia shrugs. "Have to get on the toilet, don't I?"
The others look around. This detail has somehow never crossed their minds. If Alicia had been any more sober, she would have taken it as a badge of honor.