Alicia Spinnet, yo. (alspinnet) wrote in afic, @ 2011-04-01 11:34:00 |
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Entry tags: | character: alicia spinnet, player: dea |
WHO: Alicia Spinnet (Open if you'd be there)
WHEN: April 1 (Midnight)
WHERE: Fred's Grave
WHAT: Death was no reason to stop celebrating
RATING: Low
Alicia arrived at his grave five minutes before midnight. Alicia didn't like to come out here, she didn't like to associate Fred with death. Every now and then she came out here, more so recently. Curfew be damned, she wasn't going to miss this day. If Fred had taught her anything it was to be willing to break the rules. Not that she had ever had a problem with it but encouragement was always appreciated. Fred had been one of her best friends, in a completely different way than George. Yes, they spoke at the same time and were inseparable but they were also incredibly unique to each other. Alicia hated that George didn't realize that. Fred shouldn't be gone but he was, George was left with the hard part. He was left standing by himself, she only wished he could see that he could.
She had a dream a week after the final battle where Fred was a ghost. George and Fred stayed together like some odd sort of sitcom, dead twin and breathing twin. It was awful. Neither could move on. George couldn't live properly and Fred couldn't either, they broke each other down into nothing. Alicia was glad he wasn't a ghost, it meant he lived his life completely. She wished he could have died old and gray, sleeping peacefully in his sleep. But that wasn't Fred. That was never going to be Fred. Fred was always the first to do something, trust him to make that count for death. His spirit didn't stick around clinging to George, clinging to a life he wasn't going to get back. He wouldn't have left George if he thought he couldn't stand on his own and she was trying her damnedest to remember that right now. She couldn't lose George. She felt like she was watching him wilt away and she didn't know what to do about it.
Alicia sat on the ground by the marker, holding out a bottle of Jameson in front of her. "Hope you don't mind if we share." She poured some onto the muddy ground before taking a drink herself. Alicia wasn't religious but she believed in something after you died. Her mum wanted death so badly she sought it out. People that sought it out were supposed to go to hell and she couldn't imagine her mum there. Over time she figured they couldn't fault people for being sad. DEs were squirming in a pit of misery and her mum and Fred were in a good place. Maybe they could hear or maybe they couldn't, it couldn't to try. People didn't talk about Fred enough, she wondered if they talked to him less. If they did it was always sad, always filled with regret. It pissed her off. Nothing about Fred was sad. Fred was humor and joy and while he could be a pain in the ass you loved him anyway. "Your brother has gotten into the business of love. Or he's starting an escort service, either way. He's becoming more and more George. On a similar note, I'm shocked the sky hasn't fallen in from one of your pranks, yet. Or are you too busy chasing girls around? I'm sure it's not allowed but I'd be annoyed if it stopped you now. Might I make a recommendation? I'd really love it if you could literally make it rain men. Preferably alive and fit but knowing you, you'd make it sumo wrestlers to spite me. Remember Fred, the bigger they are the more damage they cause. Think of the children."
Alicia smiled to herself, bringing her knees up to rest her chin on. "I don't know if you're paying attention but it's your birthday...right now. Can't say you're missing much down here, well minus a lovely trip to Spain I'm sure you perved on." Alicia took another drink, her spare hand picking at the grass below her. "I know I made you a promise. I told you I would make sure George was ok but I don't think I was qualified to make that statement. I'm still going to try, never knew when to stop beating a dead horse. Not literally, of course." Alicia sighed, rubbing her forehead against the course denim of her jeans. "Fucking hell, mate, things are shit. We lost you for that fucking war and now we're mucking it up again. If another fight comes I don't know that George has it in him to keep fighting. I know he misses you but he can't go out like that. He can't go out having given up. I don't care if I'm being selfish but I refuse to lose both of you, not for bigoted fuckwits. Wow, I sure know how to bring down a birthday. I'm not even sorry. I'm having to make an actual conversation about actual subject matters. Pretty soon I'm going to be expected to do that with people who can talk back. Ha! Enjoy yourself, yeah? I'll watch out for George, I'll fight for him if he can't. I miss you. Well, I don't miss the way you smelt after a quidditch game but most everything else. You might be forever young but happy birthday anyway. Hope you don't mind if I sit here for awhile, not that you can tell me off if you do. If my mum is up there tell her hey? Don't shag her though, I'd hate to have to hurt you when I finally see you again. Now if you don't mind I brought a joke book with me, I'll let you know if I find one you'd like."