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Tweak says, "i am mclovin"

Christopher Summers (chrisss) wrote in finnigans_rpg,
@ 2015-02-09 16:07:00

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character: alicia spinnet, character: chris summers

RP: Foundation business
Who: Alicia + Chris
What: Meeting about the future of the Fawley Foundation's expansion efforts.
Where: Fawley Foundation offices, Monument Alley
When: Monday, February 09, 2005
Rating: SFW

Chris had planned on spending the afternoon working from home, but with Alicia's reply he threw on a clean shirt and floo'd to the office. Settling into his still sparse office, he accio'd a bottle of water from the small kitchen area and unfolded his extra chair for himself. He'd let Alicia have the more comfortable seat, of course.

Digging out a pad of paper and pen, he jotted down his ideas for permanent housing programs while he waited for her.

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_alicia_
2015-02-09 10:13 pm UTC (link)

With the League starting up again in a couple of weeks, Alicia had begun going over the players’ files again, just to at least start getting back into the mindset of once again being a Healer. It wasn’t that she disliked her work with the Foundation, quite the contrary, she just really missed Healing, and knew that with her acceptance to college, she was one step closer to once again making a living off it, and even expand her skills in that area.

But, the Foundation still took a lot of work, and with the state of the children’s lives as they were, there were some pressing issues that needed to be dealt with, and she got the feeling that Chris was the man who could get them done, or at least provide invaluable support when she had to cut back down on her hours there. Pulling on her long, knitted cardigan she Floo’ed to the office and only stopped by her own desk to pick up her notes and files, before she headed down to Chris’ office.

Knocking, she waited for a reply before she stepped inside, and almost instantly chuckled at the sight that met her. “You…” she smirked as she gestured to the office. “You know you were given an expense account because the Foundation prefers to keep their employees comfortable, right?”

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chrisss
2015-02-09 10:26 pm UTC (link)

Chris called for Alicia to come in and smiled when she chuckled, standing, but his eyes showed his confusion. Realization dawned and he laughed himself, "I've just never been one much for 'stuff', really. I remember showing up at Hogwarts first year and just having a duffel with my clothes and books - classmates thought I'd forgotten it was a boarding school." He shrugged. "Here, take a seat," he said, sitting back down in the folding chair.

"And thanks for meeting me so quick, I didn't mean to interrupt your day with my note." Thought Chris knew that interrupting her was exactly what he'd meant to do - why else would one send a note in the first place?

Alicia was a very pretty witch, he didn't remember her well from school (he'd never been much into Quidditch, and hadn't really known any Gryffindors - they were all bravado and noise if you asked him), but she'd grown into a great person. He wouldn't have guessed he'd be working with a sports healer in an orphanage foundation, but it seemed to work and she cared a lot. That's all he actually cared about when it came down to whether he could work with someone, after all.

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_alicia_
2015-02-09 11:09 pm UTC (link)

“I just don’t want you to feel obliged to give up your own chair when you have visitors,” Alicia assured him and took a seat in the free chair. She sat on the edge, not just to keep from lounging in it, but mainly because that was the only way she could reach the floor; there was nothing that made her feel less adult than sitting in a chair and swinging her legs.

Placing her notes and files on the table, she looked at Chris. He was… not what she had expected. Sometimes his arrogance made her wonder how he ever got into charity and other times she wanted to choke him for being too passionate – bordering on holier-than-thou – about do-gooding. But there was a sweet point between those two extremes, that she liked and where they got along really well. “Please, don’t worry about interrupting me,” she continued. “If I don’t have time at the moment and it’s not an emergency, then I’ll simply let it wait until I have time, and really? I had planned on going here today, you just beat me to it. So…”

Alicia divided her pile into two, and opened the folder with her notes on the group home that Harry and she had talked about. “How much do you know about the group home initiative?” she asked him, wanting to get an idea about where to start.

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chrisss
2015-02-09 11:19 pm UTC (link)

"Honestly?" He asked, scratching the back of his neck, "Not much. I haven't gotten any time with Potter, though not much of a surprise, and the Fawley's basically deposited the money and said 'ok, go do something'." He looked around, feeling overwhelmed with how little he'd done.

"But I know housing is the direction I want to go in, it's so needed, especially as our population... well, we've never been known as the biggest growing population, and a lot of the wealth has always been concentrated which means the land and the options have been, too. Now we have a generation of muggleborns and orphans who don't have a place in our society - that's ridiculous." He looked up at her now, realizing he was rambling. "Sorry, I'm preaching the choir on this one, aren't I?" American-isms still peppered his language despite having been back in England for months now.

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_alicia_
2015-02-10 01:28 pm UTC (link)

“Oh!” Alicia laughed softly, only too familiar with Christ situation from her own experience. “Yeah, The Fawley’s, they… they don’t waste a lot of time when it comes to things like that.” In her case, she had been recently widowed and six months pregnant with the twins when she had been informed that she was the co-founder of the Foundation and that she would be helping children less fortunate than her own. “And I know that Harry favours his anonymity, which is why I’m bringing it to you, but I’ll get back to the reason for this later.”

She held up her hand to show him that she hadn’t taken offense of his rambling. “It’s good to hear that you care about this,” she assured him and drew in a deep breath. “Because I’ve known the kids we’ve been helping for years, and I care about them a lot, too.” Once again she picked up the children’s file folders, sorting through them until she found the one that she had in mind. “Creating room for the Muggleborns is an initiative that needs to be prioritized, I completely agree, but we need to get the children’s group home up and running as soon as possible, and then we can maybe use that as a base for branching out to the more general Muggleborn population.”

Turning the folder so Chris could see the smiling face of fifteen – almost sixteen – year old Mark Ifans. “This is Mark,” she told him, her smile turning fond at the sight of the young man she had first met when he had been a sad child. “Mark’s mother, Christine, a Muggleborn witch, was orphaned when she was just a toddler, and was raised by her grandmother in the Welsh mountains. She had Mark just a year or so out of Hogwarts, with no indication as to the identity of the father. Christine died during interrogation by the Muggle Commission during the war, leaving Mark to be raised by his only family; his great-grandmother, who also raised Christine.” Alicia cleared her throat before she continued. “It’s worked out well. We’ve helped them financially, taken care of transportation to and from school, and Mark’s really blossomed, but now his great-grandmother is dying, and it’s only a matter of time before he won’t have anywhere to go to. So if we can get the boys’ home up and running as soon as possible, it would be brilliant. And that’s where you come in, because you’re not emotionally attached to the children. Not at this point, at least.”

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