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Alicia Spinnet-Pucey ([info]_alicia_) wrote in [info]finnigans_rpg,
To that question Alicia simply shrugged; she had barely picked the office for herself before Susan had been by and cast more wards than Alicia had thought necessary, though now they had been decreased to a more normal level that would keep her safe and still allow people like Adrian to come and go. She was safe here.

She paused for just a beat when she heard what had kept him up last night, that small hint of a smile only backing it up. No, it wouldn’t be the first time a girl had kept him up at night, right now it just wasn’t something she wanted to think about or be reminded of, especially considering how throwing herself into her work had only worked as a distraction, it hadn’t changed the way she felt about him. But Adrian continued and it was with no small relief she realised that he hadn’t spent the night with anyone… which again made that relief short-lived, because if he hadn’t been with anyone and he hadn’t been working, then something had to be wrong for him to not have slept.

Alicia tilted her head just the tiniest bit, accepting his greeting and savouring the touch of his lips on her cheek. His lips didn’t feel warm, though, and when he held her gaze for just a moment too long, his eyes didn’t hold that shine of someone with a fever. “Adrian, are you alright?” she asked, gently touching the back of her hand to his forehead. “You don’t feel warm,” and moved it down to his temple and finally to his cheek, her concern for him only continuing to grow.


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