Who:Alice Prewett and (Open) When:Monday evening Where:Witch's Brew Cafe in Diagon Alley What: Alice can't stand the silence of her flat anymore
It had been a week since Alice had told Frank the truth, and a week since she'd seen him. Sure, she'd catch glimpses of him if they left their flats at the same time, but she didn't try to stop him, or talk to him. It wasn't that Alice didn't want to talk to him, in fact, her heart ached every time she saw him.. But she didn't want to push him. Frank needed to think, obviously, and she wanted him to come to decisions on his own time.
She hoped that time would be soon.
But she was getting restless. Knitting wasn't helping, and Alice had no desire to even look at her over. Normal comforts seemed trivial, and sleep was hard to come by. After work, she'd shed her robes and pulled on a dark skirt and top, finding herself in Diagon Alley at the little cafe that she used to go to with her friends.. Though this time, she was painfully alone.
Ordering a black coffee, Alice sat herself by the window, watching the people pass by, her chin propped up in her hand as she tried to not think.