Alicia Spinnet is the girl with the acid stare (spinlicispin) wrote in afreshrpg, @ 2012-02-06 22:49:00 |
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Entry tags: | character: oliver wood, retired: alicia spinnet, time: 1998-02 |
WHO: Alicia Spinnet and Oliver Wood
WHEN: 7 February 1998, 4 amish
WHERE: Starting out at Oliver's flat, could move to a pitch somewhere
WHAT: Alicia's bored and Oliver told her he likes late night visitors
RATING: SFW
STATUS: In-Progress, closed
It had been a rather uneventful evening at work, and with Matt all gone to the States and Alicia currently avoiding her uncles given she may or may not have slapped Michael in the heat of an argument, Liverpool was clearly not an option at the moment. She did need to go visit her mum, but that could wait until the following day when tempers cooled. Who said the brunette didn't have self preservation? She did, she just rarely used it. Still, the weight of the world was annoyingly on her shoulders in regards to her mother's health so getting away from the family drama was a good idea.
With her closing duties finished, Alicia smiled to the closing manager and started down the street in search of an appropriate place to apparate. After all, it wasn't like she could get to Dorset at this time of night. But there was an empty alleyway and once the petite former-chaser was certain she was alone and no one would notice her, she vanished with a pop and arrived on Oliver's couch.
Now, normal people would be polite and apparate outside so that they could do things like knock and see if it was okay to enter. Not Alicia as that just wasn't the type of relationship she and Oliver had. No. It was more or less expected that she'd just show up. In fact, Alicia was pretty certain Oliver would think her ill if she did things like a normal person and showed up at a respectable time and knocked on the door. As such, she was on the couch and looking at the ceiling.
"Oliver, I'm bored."
He was the one who told her he would stay up late and didn't mind late night company. Thus, she was allowed to talk into the air of his flat until he decided to respond. The question was, how long would it last this time?