Who: Alicia Spinnet and Sarah Fawcett What: A bit o’Healer-to-Healer chat When: March 23, 1998 Where: St. Mungo’s Rating: G, most likely
The world was a messed up place. No doubt about it. Every day Alicia was reminded of that, but never more than whenever she picked up her mail from the secretary at work. Rather than have it delivered at her flat in Muggle London – thereby openly admitting her entanglement in the Muggle society – she had it directed to the office in the Artefact Accident Ward. It wasn’t something that was advertised, and luckily for her, the two secretaries simply slipped her mail into her own little pile, and let her pick it up whenever she had time.
She wasn’t particularly looking forward to the dry sandwich she had brought along, and several times had caught herself glancing towards the door hoping that Oliver would show up with some enthusiastically spiced dish... No such luck. Instead she began picking off small bites of her sandwich as she sifted through the small pile of parchments and envelopes, until she got to a pamphlet, and lost what little appetite she had built up.
By the time she had flipped through the booklet, the sandwich had been thoroughly wrapped up again and pushed off to the side. Shaking her head she read through what was passing as a public warning, finding that she had come dangerously close to weeping over what she had just read. This was her grandparents that were being mentioned in there. Well, not specifically, but they were Muggles Aware of Magic, and to think that they would pose a threat to the world their son and grandchildren were a part of was just... absurd.
Merlin’s pants, but the most dangerous thing those two would ever encroach in was when they accepted the annual invitation from her mum’s parents to join them for an evening at the opera! With a huff, Alicia tossed the pamphlet onto the small table and folded her arms across her stomach. She felt positively filthy for having read that rubbish.