Alicia Spinnet-Pucey (![]() ![]() @ 2014-08-29 11:32:00 |
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Entry tags: | character: alicia spinnet, character: susan bones, status: complete |
RP: Friday Night
Who: Alicia and Susan, OPEN if you want to join the girls
What: People watching, catching up, maybe a bit of gossiping and checking of a ward
Where: Finnigan’s
When: Friday evening
Rating: SFW – will change if language requires it
‘All in a week’s work,’ her dad used to say, and while Alicia still had to work during tomorrow’s match, it was with a sense of satisfied completion that she left the office for dinner with the Fawley’s. It felt good to tell Mrs. Fawley that all the students would be escorted to the Hogwarts Express and get a proper send-off and that there had even been more volunteers than they had needed. The Portkeys had been picked up at the Ministry and would go out by Owl on Monday morning, unless people showed up to pick them up themselves. What did pain her a little was that she couldn’t have taken hand of the Rutherford’s herself, but Monday was Isla and Liam’s first day of school and Harry would be brilliant with them, she didn’t doubt it.
Barely had dessert been finished before Isla and Liam and asked if they could spend the night at the manor with their cousins, which in turn had had Mrs. Fawley let Alicia know, in no uncertain terms, that she really needed to put herself out there if she expected to ever find a new man. Alicia had squirmed a little because… well, she knew her mother-in-law was right, but it also just sat wrong with her. Nevertheless, an evening at Finnigan’s did sound good, so after she had kissed the kids goodnight and changed into something a little more fitting for a night at the pub, and Flooed back to the office.
Moments later she walked through the door, almost instantly spotting Susan sitting off to the side by a table. Picking up a glass of red wine at the bar, Alicia went to join her, giving her a quick hug and a kiss to the cheek, and a “hey, gorgeous,” before she slid into the chair where she, too, could follow the comings and goings of the pub. “How’s it going? Did you find that missing witch?”