Who: Alice Longbottom, Verity Weller When: Wednesday afternoonish. Where: Diagon. What: Random run in and scene lottery prompt! (I get a little bit closer to feeling fine) Rating: TBD, but low. Open/Closed: Closed
It had been a frustrating week. Alice had a few leads on the Abbott case, but nothing that had solidly panned out. She was certain the deaths were linked, but hadn't yet been able to prove it. Instead she'd had to help a heartbroken young girl tell her father more bad news, which hadn't been a nice night for any of them. She felt badly for the family, and couldn't help but worry about Neville too. He was the same age as Hannah, after all. She'd been working more or less nonstop save for sleeping, but she'd followed up the last lead, or the moment, and was waiting for some Department examination of the ring and blood and some other evidence, and even she needed to eat.
Still, she went to Diagon for lunch, and stopped to talk to a few sources while she was there, eventually getting distracted from the eating part of the plan.
By the time she remembered, she decided she needed to sit down, have something with caffeine and calories, and then start fresh. Alice was starting off to do just that when she spotted a familiar face.
Alice had first met Verity when the younger woman was working at the Weasley's shop, and she'd been pregnant and miserable. Alice remembered all too well that feeling and had stopped to help and chat and had kept in touch now and then since, trying to offer an ear when Verity needed it, after the girl had confessed her situation with her own family.
She smiled, genuine, if a bit tired, when she saw Verity. "Fancy meeting you here - I was starting to believe the rumors that Molly's boys kept the help chained to the front desk," she teased.