Who: Adrian Pucey and Alicia Spinnet What: Who knows? Where: a dark corner of the Leaky When: Tuesday evening, late, after work Rating: SFW, I think. Status: Incomplete
Adrian had expected that after the Gala it would be another year or several before he saw Alicia again, but it seemed that the world had other plans. After the breakout from Azkaban, they'd been paired together on patrols, assigned to work together, and Adrian wasn't sure if he should be pleased or horrified by this development.
It was difficult, working with her so closely. It stirred up memories and feelings that were better left buried if the abrupt end to their dance was any indication. Adrian wasn't a glutton for punishment and he hadn't been about to make any further advances on her when she'd made it clear she didn't want that.
He very much did want that, though. He wanted her. After all this bloody time, he couldn't shake the memory of how they'd felt together. Working so closely with her again certainly didn't help any, especially when they easily fell into old patterns, bickering about this or that as though no time had passed at all.
That was why the end of his shift had found him apparating here, to the Leaky. Adrian needed a drink. In fact, he felt he needed several. He'd gone through a good few and was nursing his fourth glass of whiskey as he sat in the corner, quietly brooding, hating himself for still feeling some pathetic attachment to a woman who plainly wanted nothing to do with him.