Who: Alicia Spinnet, Augustus Pye When: 27 October 2000 Where: His flat Rating: TBD, probably swearing Summary: Alicia wants to make sure Gus is alright.
Alicia had been laying low. The fact that people honestly thought the Order would do something like blow up a hospital pissed her off. They had done nothing but help people and while they weren't perfect they sure as fuck weren't enslaving anyone. She hated how easily they were going on with their lives. Sure, they were whinging but they weren't doing anything. But was she? She was trying but she wasn't a leader, she was a solider and she didn't know what to do. People like her were supposed to get her, people who practically begged for it. It wasn't supposed to be bystanders or silent supporters. It didn't make sense.
So she ignored the journals. She looked at it obsessionally to make sure their wasn't an emergency but that was about it. Somehow despite her knowledge of the hospital incident she never even thought Pye might be affected. It wasn't that she didn't think about him but he had to be safe. He was Gus, her constant friend and support. Nothing could happen to him. In all the madness of the world she could count on him to stay out of trouble, only apparently not. His journal entry scared her, scared her more than she thought simple words could.
What if he was injured? What if that Death Eater had messed with him? She was tired of words. She needed to see that he was ok. She needed visual proof. So now she was on her way to his flat, hoping that no one was going to check up on him while she was there. Caesar had to be fine, there was not other alternative that she was willing to accept.