And Renée makes a suggestion and Miranda sends some owls, all with the same underlying invitation:
Mum wants to go shopping in Muggle Edinburgh and said I should invite some friends. You can Floo in or she can pick you up by Apparition, as you like, and we'll get lunch and she'll have you home in time for supper. Want to come?
She invites Karen and Jenny and Emma and Alli, and as an afterthought also Vivian, since she and Karen have been friendly and another muggleborn might ease Karen's jitters.
Alli blinks at her, confused. "I put down that weird goat book? We got in the queue? You're still buying the animal book, right?"
Alli shrugs and nods agreement. "Works for me. I want the whole story though! Bah. I can't believe I missed it."
"That reporter," she says, when they're out of earshot of any Muggles, "who conned a statement out of me in first year, Apparated in, was very surprised at where he was, and Obliviated all the Muggles and you, but it didn't work on me."
Then her brain catches up to her more, and she looks back at Miranda. "Wait, so, what did Reporter Arsehole want?"
"Another bloody statement from me, probably. He'll be lucky if I don't hex him on seeing him again instead."
"I'll do it!" Alli says immediately. "...I mean. No one at the Ministry cares if I'm being a little shit, but you run around Silverlighting?"
"I don't know if he can be prosecuted for Memory Charming you. I'm sure he can't be for the Muggles and it'd be hard to prove he tried it on me. Prosecution's better than a hex."
"Yeah. And I know bloody well nothing about getting arrested, except for that period of 'do not ever because Death Eaters', so I will be no help. Sorry."
"Not right this minute. Unless he does it again, but I bet he's scared off for at least the rest of the day."
"Do we need to, I don't know, tell your mum or something?" Miranda looks so solemn. (More so than usual, anyway.) And Alli's usual methods of cheering people usually involve more magic than she can get away with here; she's at a bit of a loss. This is not her forte, help.
"So." Alli casts about. "...hat?" She offers the plaid atrocity to Miranda. "Embrace the Scotland!"
Alli puts an arm over her shoulders. "See? You look like a Scot already. C'mon, let's go. We'll find a ghost to talk to, get all the good Scottish gossip."
Locals are accosted (Alli decides that the first person to look pained at her outfit is close enough to a local) and directions to a nearby attraction are obtained. Spooky dungeons and haunted mystery and similar are mentioned. Alli's sold. Onwards!
Without further incident the girls enjoy the remainder of their Scotland trip and are then all delivered home, unharmed except for Alli's memory.
Miranda spends the rest of the hols at her father's.
"You aren't welcome here," she decides to open with.