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adipucey ([info]adipucey) wrote in [info]finnigans_rpg,
@ 2015-04-13 01:47:00

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Entry tags:character: adrian pucey, character: alicia spinnet

RP: family history
Who: Adrian & Alicia
What: A conversation that is overdue
Where: Adrian’s flat in Monument
When: Monday, 4/13/02, evening
Rating: Discussion of dark matters.

Adrian hadn’t been able to concentrate on even the smallest of potions matters today, so he’d set to work cleaning his workspace, instead. He’d organized his herbs and plants, cleaned all their jars and bottles, and swept his potions room, opting for using his hands instead of his wand (better to keep his mind occupied). He’d washed the walls and the ceiling, dingy from fog and smoke despite his best ventilation spells while working (thanks to Alicia), and mopped the floor when he’d finished those. His cauldrons were next - scrubbing them with potions he’d made himself, all while just waiting for Alicia to floo over. He'd known for weeks - since asking that they make time for this conversation - that he'd be nervous, but as more time had passed than he'd planned, the anxiety had only gotten worse.

Knowing he’d have no appetite but figuring it only polite, he’d ordered take away from Finnigan’s of fish and chips and a warming beef stew. He’d taken out a bottle of red wine to decant and hoped she didn’t use the bottle as a weapon against him (all this time and he knew he had no idea what her Gryffindor temper might be capable of).

When he heard the floo, he made himself set aside his cleaning and made his way to the living room, glad for the comforting smells from the kitchen, hoping they’d calm him enough to make it through this.



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[info]adipucey
2015-04-18 11:27 pm UTC (link)
When she didn't leave in the middle of his story or get up and storm off the moment he'd finished, Adrian felt a strange combination of relief, curiosity, and terror as he waited for her response. He tried to watch her as she thought but the overwhelming feeling of nausea came back and he looked down at their hands again. He nodded eagerly when she finally spoke but stopped when she began to ask a question.

Pursing his lips, he sighed. "Thank you, for keeping our secret. I thought that was the part that had me so scared, but honestly..." He struggled for what he was looking for. "Honestly, I'm more nervous now than before. 'Would I' what? I understand if you want nothing to do with me or my family I just... I'm praying to Merlin that isn't the case." His breath was shallow and he thought he might pass out by the end of the conversation, but at least she was still here, at least he was still sitting across from her and looking into her face.

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[info]_alicia_
2015-04-19 04:53 pm UTC (link)
“No!” Alicia burst out, shaking her head; the absolute last thing she wanted was to turn her back on what she and Adrian had. There had been a moment when she had thought that he was telling her all of this as a way for him to get out of this, a moment followed by a briefer moment where the doubt caused by his unfinished story had her thinking that he wasn’t the man she thought he was. But no, she wasn’t about to let go of this.

“No,” she repeated quietly. Her eyebrows furrowed as she drew in a deep breath, seeking to calm herself, wanting to comfort Adrian, though not knowing how. She had so many questions, yet she knew that she had no real right to ask them. It was a secret to nobody that they had been on opposite sides of the divide that had been at school. How could she possibly question something she had been so certain that she had put so firmly in the past that it no longer mattered? Well, Adrian had just told her about what had happened during the war, had just made her aware that his father and generations before him had been raised to believe that literally her entire family, save for four people, were someone to avoid. But she had to know, or she knew it would continue to gnaw at her.

“You were in the Inquisitorial Squad,” she said, clearing her throat when her voice threatened to break, knowing that she had to get this out of the way so they could start healing whatever discomfort or injury his confession had caused. “With a lot of people who are still your friends today. Would you have followed them if your father hadn’t… done what he did?”

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