Alicia Spinnet (spinnsteralicia) wrote in impetuousrpg, @ 2011-08-21 21:35:00 |
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Entry tags: | char: alicia spinnet, char: katie bell |
WHO: Katie Bell and Alicia Spinnet
WHAT: IDK. Sad stuff, probably.
WHERE: Mrs. Kirke's residence; Cork, Ireland
WHEN: Sunday, late afternoon/early evening
RATING: Probably high for language
STATUS: In progress
Alicia wasn't even all that sure what day it was anymore. The last few days had gone by in such a drugged and emotional blur, it was really hard to keep track. She preferred it that way, however. What potions Katie and Angelina had been thrusting at her every time she started to break down were brilliant. Alicia would much rather be knocked out than awake. The only reason she wasn't still unconscious at home was because of Drew's funeral. And even that had taken a fair amount of work to get her to. She was pretty sure Katie had made her drink something to calm her down without knocking her out for the event, but Alicia couldn't even be sure of that at the moment.
The funeral had been lovely. Or, it would have been had it been anyone else's. It was much prettier than the funeral her father had gotten. Though she supposed the Ministry had played a large hand in that considering Drew had been on the job when it happened. Alicia still wasn't sure if she'd even accepted what had happened yet. She didn't know anything, really. The few times she hadn't been completely drugged since the news, she'd had a complete breakdown. And the potions seemed to just numb everything. They made it hard to think. Which was actually preferable in this situation. She didn't want to think about how she'd never go to another game with Drew. She didn't want to think about how she should have been honest about her feelings for Geoff. She didn't want to think about any of it.
Somehow she'd made it to the reception and after downing a few quick drinks, she'd managed to get away from the crowd and to where Drew's room used to be. She gently opened the door to it and looked inside, but couldn't make herself cross the threshold. Drew had been her friend for over half her life. A good portion of her childhood had been spent with holidays and summers in Drew's room with Geoff alongside. Sinking to the floor of the doorway until she was sitting with her legs crossed, she continued to look into his room. At least with Geoff, there might still be some hope that he was alive. But with Drew? There wasn't. Not anymore. All she had left of him were memories and Alicia knew that that would never really be enough for her.