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Alicia Spinnet-Pucey (_alicia_) wrote in finnigans_rpg,

“I’m a little ashamed to admit that I didn’t realise the value of that until seventh year,” Alicia admitted with a small smirk, though she didn’t elaborate on why that was. Back then, she and Adrian had been on opposing sides and not just on the Quidditch Pitch. The Inquisitorial Squad that he had been part of, had made it harder than she believed it ought to have been, to make up for the abysmal alternative to a proper education that Umbridge had set. Of course, that was what had sent her to the library where she had ended up with an unlikely study-buddy in Eddie, who had introduced her to some of the ancient books to fully understand the magic they were working with.

As a second generation Wizarding World inhabitant, Adrian’s long family history fascinated her. The fact that the same skills and professions had lasted through centuries was astounding. Even more so when she realised that while she didn’t have that, her children did. Of course, at this point it didn’t seem likely that either of them would go into the investment business, but still. More importantly, though, the excited look in Adrian’s eyes as he spoke and explained and the set of his lips when it made him smile was what truly made Alicia an interested listener, and she easily asked questions to have him elaborate on things she didn’t fully understand.

Alicia smiled at him and shook her head. “No, you’re not. It’s just a… you have a long family history,” she chuckled, then cleared her throat when he asked why she was there. For a second she considered telling him the truth; that though she knew it wasn’t his way, she felt more for him than just friendship, that he was the reason she was feeling like that again. But tonight had been good, and though she had felt confident when she had left Oliver, now just wasn’t the time, and she wasn’t sure there ever would be a time. “I was just in the area,” she told him instead, which wasn’t untrue either. “Wanted to make sure you were still alive.” It had been a week, after all.