Alli abandons her piles of ridiculous books willingly enough, and follows Miranda to queue for the register. And they do actually get in a queue; the front of the store has more of the tourist crowd, and there's only the one woman behind the counter, so it's starting to back up.
It's a Hogwarts holiday, so Miranda will be home with her mother. A witch living in London, if Russell's memory serves him right (and it always does). Surprise will be on his side; the news came early from one of the Prophet's sources, so if he hurries he might be able to get her honest reaction to hearing the news for the first time! It's too good a scoop to pass up. Parchment and quill in hand, Russell Apparates to Silverlight's location.
The occupants of this Scottish Muggle bookshop are very startled. There is some shrieking and some dropped books.
Silverlight, however, is glowering at him like she suspects he may be a Dementor in disguise.
She takes a step toward him, then another.
"It's not gonna work," she tells him.
He hits the remainder of the room, ending with Alli and finally Miranda, before sprinting out the back of the bookstore. The woman at the register yells after him how it's the "wrong door, laddie!" but the crack! from the back alleyway announces his Disapparation.
"What's the last thing you remember?"
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.
"We could look for her, but I don't think there's much she could do about it, either."
"So." Alli casts about. "...hat?" She offers the plaid atrocity to Miranda. "Embrace the Scotland!"