WHO: Alicia Spinnet and Marcus Flint. WHAT: A fun night out. WHERE: The Queen Vic. WHEN: Friday evening. RATING/STATUS: TBD.
What a helluva a week. Not that it wasn't a great week, but a busy one. Alicia had been busting her bum for matches that she wasn't playing in, but that didn't get her down at all. She enjoyed watching her teammates kick arse and felt a since of pride in supporting them to the best of her abilities. What was getting to Alicia was the lack of sleep. The dreams were still vivid and his laughs were so clear that it sent chills down her spine. She had been trying to keep herself away from sleeping potions but she found herself breaking down to its need.
To get away from all the madness and celebrations, she decided to go out. Its the person she decided to go out with that caught herself off guard. For so many years Alicia had hated Flint, mainly because they were on rival Quidditch teams (and still were). He was her complete opposite and she often found herself shouting out rude names to him or trying to make him seem like an idiot. However, Flint showed a side of him that she had never seen before. She actually received a compliment from him. He told her she was a better Seeker. She, herself, had doubts about that but it was the fact those words came from Flint's quill. It sparked a curiosity and even more so, it hit a core.
Ever since upon returning back home from her nightmare, she swore she'd be happier and nicer to those who deserved it. Flint, besides being annoyingly obnoxious, arrogant, and cruel on the pitch, had done nothing intentionally cruel to her, off the pitch. She decided to stick to her morals and values and give him a second chance.
Alicia stood outside the Queen Vic, standing in a cute little black dress that could never go wrong. Her hair was down, which at the moment was annoying her. She paced a bit, back and forth, wondering if he was going to show. He might or might not...and at this particular moment, she didn't think he was going to show.