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Alicia Spinnet-Pucey (_alicia_) wrote in finnigans_rpg,

For a moment Alicia thought that Adrian was going to be sick. Or maybe that was it? Maybe he was sick? Something his Potions couldn’t Heal. Why else would need this kind of preparation to get started?

Only, when he began talking about his family history, she felt a bit at a loss. She knew that Puceys were an old family – you didn’t marry into one of the Sacred 28 families without gaining a little knowledge about that, nor did you start dating someone like Adrian afterwards, without being sat down and reminded of responsibilities, legacies and traditions. But try as she might, she couldn’t help the sharp intake of breath or the tug on her hands when he talked about his grandfather’s prejudices. She was the child of a Muggleborn and a Muggle. How could she not balk at a notion like that? Said tug, though, she managed to keep down to just that, without letting go, because there had to be a reason for this, and her love for him didn’t allow her to not hear him out.

And she listened intently, taking in every word he said, every pause, every breath, every twitch of his fingers and blink of his eyes, even when she could feel the tears stinging in her eyes and her fear of where this was leading making her stomach turn. It felt like a slap in the face when he told her that the Death Eaters had wanted him and that was when the first tears started rolling, though she was still looking at him. Her head was spinning, but she listened, trying to make heads and tails of it, even hearing what he said about being overjoyed when Harry had won and that she was the most incredible thing that had ever happened to him. Still, her mind kept coming back to the part about his father making a deal with the Death Eaters.

For a long while, she just stared at him, her thoughts churning as a voice she hadn’t heard in nearly seven years, a voice she only heard in her mind during emotional times, spoke to her; ”His father made the deal, not him. What would you have done? And don’t tell me you would have refused. I know you, Lish, you’d do anything to keep your family safe, too.” When she had met Daniel all those years ago, she hadn’t imagined that this man with too much charm, money, and business sense would one day become her voice of reason… then again, when she had first met Adrian, she hadn’t imagine that he would become the love of her life, but there it was.

“He did it to keep you safe,” she whispered. A thousand things came to mind, things she wanted to say, things they needed to talk about, but she couldn’t put words to any of it right now. “Would you..?” she tried, her lips quivering before she bit them to keep them still. There was so much she wanted to know, so many things his tale had stirred that she just wasn’t sure about right now, other than she loved him. “Thank you,” she said, “for telling me. I promise you I won’t tell.”