Who: Harry and Alicia Where: Alicia's. When: Whenever he left Mandy's What: MORE bad news to spread. (Hey, I know this is a lot of Harry time, but damn it someone has to do it.) Rating: Probably high... for language. It is Alicia after all. Status: Ongoing.
Harry was already kind of exhausted. Telling Mandy had been... well for lack of a better word, difficult. He might be going back later if she felt the need to have someone close by, or something. He'd waited until she fell asleep, of course, and now was on his way to see Alicia who also had every right to know. He'd managed to send a few owls to family members that were farther off, or whose addresses he didn't know. He was growing weary, and had been at work since early yesterday morning and had yet to be home; however, his own trials and tribulations were hardly worth complaint.
Instead he approached Alicia's door, and he wrung his hands together, before knocking heavily on it. He was friends with the former Quidditch teammate, but he also knew her temper, and that she had a way of... acting out. Violently. Yet, she was a good friend, and he wasn't about to let her read the cold story by the Prophet. It always felt so inhuman to read it from the Prophet, he knew from experience. So he wanted to do what he could for his fallen friends' memories, and applied a few swift knocks to her door.
He stepped back, looking into the horizon--the sky was getting a tiny hue to it, meaning the sun was about to approach the horizon, and that meant it was very early in the morning, and suddenly he was very aware he was probably waking the girl up. He swallowed, and looked back towards the door as he waited.