Who: Alicia Spinnet, Augustus Pye When: Thursday, September 4th Where: Park, Nearish to St. Mungo's Rating: ?? Warnings: Language (it's Al), talks of injuries Summary: Alicia had done one reckless thing, now she was doing another to fix the previous one. Enter Pye.
Alicia had not been able to sleep a wink the entire night. The adrenaline from the fight kept coursing through her veins and her mind was a whirlwind of activity. She didn't kill a single one of them. For the first time, in a long time she couldn't. It wasn't because they were younger than her, no they could still and that was all that mattered. She feared what the retaliation would be. What if they killed Michael, Charlie, Ang, Gus, any of her friends because they decided to go muggle hunting and it backfired? She couldn't live with that knowledge. She would go in guns blazing and that wouldn't get anyone any closer to safety. So she didn't play as dirty as her mind was telling her to, she still got some satisfaction feeling bones crunch beneath her fist. Fucking bastards. She couldn't even bring herself to brag about it in the journals, their method of torturing friends to hurt the Order was annoyingly effective.
Four wizards for a muggle. Four fed and prepared wizards and they didn't capture or kill a single starved rebel. That part slightly cheered her up. Alicia was still a bit pissed about getting injured at all but battle scars weren't the worse thing. Her dad's house had been destroyed and what remained of her childhood memories she had left behind with it. There was no point in keeping any pictures or anything else. She was on the run and really, it's not like she knew either of her parents to begin with. It was emotional clutter that she didn't have time for. Not when her shoulder felt like it was on fire.
She should have seen a healer right away but she was too pissed and too stubborn to do anything. She got Dean's sisters transferred to a new hospital under a different name so they couldn't be tracked and got her leg fixed while she was there. 43 stitches, 43 stitches and she had already ripped two. She didn't have them bother with the burn, it was a hex and muggle medicine wouldn't be able to help it. She was seeing Augustus the next day anyway, and while painful her injuries weren't going to kill her. She didn't care to waste the energy to fix the bruises, those would fade. The burn on her shoulder was really the worst of it, it looked like melted plastic and the smell made her want to gag. She was so afraid to make it worse she didn't even touch it, just kept the same shirt on.
Now here she was, laying in wait at a park with an over sized robes as her only camouflage. She had lost so much weight, her face was bruised in places and for once she was wearing wizarding clothes. Friends who hadn't seen her would be hard pressed to recognize her not to mention enemies. She would hide out in the open, she didn't have the energy for anything else. "Oi, good looking, want to play doctor?" .