bl_alicia (bl_alicia) wrote in bloodlines_rp, @ 2009-08-31 09:56:00 |
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Entry tags: | alicia spinnet, loc: golden spigot (muggle london), oct 2002, type: introspection |
Not Sleeping Is Bad Enough
Date & Time: October 31, 2002
Post Type: RP
Status: Closed: Complete
Character(s): Alicia Spinnet, Liddy and Ditty, her elves
Location: Flat above the Golden Spigot
Summary: Alicia can't sleep.
Alicia had tossed and turned all night. She had trouble sleeping and kept kicking off her covers. At first, she hadn't been able to figure out what the problem was, but eventually she decided it must be a fever and she got up, washed her face with cold water, and got back into bed. It hadn't helped much and by the time the first light started to peak through the crack between her curtains, Alicia was exhausted, but still couldn't sleep.
A small, awkward creature, with a high-pitched, squeaky voice pushed its way into her room.
"Miss Spinnet, Liddy has tea."
Alicia forced herself to sit up in bed, a bit achy and still a little damp. She felt weak, but didn't want to stay in bed. Sleep just wasn't coming.
"Liddy, would you run a bath?" The elf nodded and ran to the master bathroom to turn on the warm water. Alicia could hear it running and let out a breath she didn't know she was holding. It was going to be another long day, and especially after not sleeping.
What had kept her from sleeping? It must have been some awful nightmare - something about the war? She couldn't remember. She tried to wrack her brain as she forced herself up out of bed and placing her now-empty teacup on the nightstand.
She drew her robe around her, suddenly feeling chilled instead of warm. As she passed the open door to the hallway, she could hear Ditty's humming from the other end of the hallway. It was a comfort, even if a small one. After all, Alicia was home and the war was over - it had been for a long time. Her friends were still living, well, most of them, anyway, and they had learned to cope with the loss of a dear friend rather well. Life went on.
But every so often, Alicia had dreams about Fred. That must have been what shook her the night before - but why would she feel so ill? She hoped she wasn't sick.
Oh, gods, she thought as she slipped into her bath, bubbles starting to pop on the surface, what if I have what Ginny had? I won't be able to work for ages! She pushed the thought from her mind. Alicia had to work. She had a pub to run and drinks to serve and money to earn.