WHO: Alicia Spinnet and Justin Finch-Fletchley WHEN: Well past curfew on the 13th WHERE: Leaky Cauldron WHAT: Alicia is left out in the cold. Justin takes pity. He'll regret that. RATING: moderate for language
"No. No. No. Nooooo," she begged, she pleaded, she ordered but the water pouring through her ceiling wasn't listening. Alicia liked living in a muggle flat. She liked that the government couldn't kick her out for being a ST or she wouldn't have to worry about living next to an old DE git. There was comfort in the anonymity of living in the muggle world and cable had been included. Now the pipes in the bloody building had burst and they were being evacuated. She couldn't very well have the only flat in the building that was magically immune from the damage. Her journal had got caught in the damage and was bloody useless. Her owl was out for the night and she was royally fucked. How did pipes burst in the summer?
It was midnight. She was past curfew and on her final warning with nowhere to go. She was going to be sent to Azkaban. Fuck. Everyone in her building was being sent off into the night with nowhere to go. Left out in the cold like a bunch of drowned rats. She couldn't warn someone to open their wards for her and she couldn't risk them getting in trouble. More than that she didn't want to be dragged off in front of them, her pride was too great for that. Besides, if she apparated anywhere and it would signal to the Ministry that she wasn't in her home.
It was only a matter of time before some goon picked her up and she could only pray it wasn't Davies. She couldn't handle his smug shite right now. Alicia wasn't afraid of a lot of things but Azkaban was on that list. Everyone had their demons and she wasn't prepared for the dementors to play with hers, even if only for a few days. If she was going to get picked up then she was having a drink first. As many as she could pour down her throat before someone came for her. With any luck someone she knew would be there and they could sneak her back to theirs. It was a vain hope but a hope nonetheless. She walked to the Leaky, it was less than twenty minutes by foot and as soon as she got there she scanned the room for a familiar face.
Shit. Ass. Balls. Only one face struck a chord and he worked for the bloody Ministry. He was DA once and she could only hope that would mean something to him. She wanted to drop someone a note, letting them know why she went poof for a few days. She sauntered over to his table once a beer was in hand, sliding into the seat opposite of him. "Look, before you call your buddies to come collect me I have a favor to ask. I need to drop a note to my friends. I was forced to break curfew and trust me, it wasn't on purpose." She hated the need in her expression but she was shit out of luck and it would be obvious to him soon enough.