Alicia Spinnet (alicia_way) wrote in witchway, @ 2008-02-13 11:51:00 |
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Entry tags: | alicia, george |
Log: Alicia and George
Who: Alicia Spinnet and George Weasley
When: February 7, 1999; early afternoon
Where: Mungo's Entrance way and Ali's flat
What: Ali goes to drop off her dad's medical journals to Mungo's, when she has a run in with George who, in turn, offers to take the journals to look over and possibly keep. Ali then offers to let George burn things, which takes them back to Alicia's flat and they continue the day burning some written letters to Ali's Mum after folding them into paper airplanes.
It had been a long morning, but everything was done and she had accomplished quite a bit. The earlier hours of the day had been spent packing up boxes and cleaning out numerous drawers and a closet or two. She had stored letters, both old and new, that she had written to her mother and father that would never get sent or read. She had gathered all the clothing her aunt had given her and set it aside to give away. She'd even gathered both the finished and unfinished medical journals that belonged to her father, packed them tightly in a box, and was currently on her way to St. Mungo's to drop them off for donations.
She wasn't sure if they would even taken them, but it was worth a shot. At least donating them to Mungo's would ensure they would get put to good use.
She had two boxes piled on top of each other and, while they weren't necessarily heavy, they did slightly impare her vision. Had she been able to fully see over them or around them, she would have never run smack in to another person as she came rounding the corner.
"Oops! So sorry!" George Weasley said in a tone that implied he wasn't sorry at all. Running into her had been on purpose, of course. "Didn't see you there with those big boxes in the way."
Alicia took a step back, regained her balance and set the boxes down, letting out a breath. "I didn't see you either. So sorry." Though she grinned and shook her head. "Well, now that I've found you, since we were clearly looking for each other, mind helping me with these?"
"I do mind actually," he said even as he helped her lift them. "So, I've got a newsflash for you, little lady."
"Do you?" She took the other box and turned her head a bit to glance up at him. "And what would that be? Other than the fact that George Weasley is the nicest bloke in the world?"
"You're a witch! Use magic!"
"That would be boring, though. Besides, I need the extra weight training if I want to play Quidditch again. It's not that far, though. Another block. Maybe two." She set the box down for a minute, mostly to rest her arms before picking hers back up. After a few moments: "See? We're here."
"I guess that wasn't so bad," he said with a wink. "So,what's with the boxes?"
"Dad's medical journals. Donating them to Mungo's," she explained as she pushed the front door of the medical hospital open and pushed her box inside with a slight kick. "They're taking up too much room at home and collecting dust."
Alicia picked her box back up after holding the door open for George and started towards the front desk. "And if they don't take them, then I'm donating them to a book shop of sorts or something."
"How very Gryffindor of you," he said. "Anything interesting in them? If no one takes them, I wouldn't mind looking."
"Really?" Alicia stopped in mid-step, staring over at George. "They just have generic recipes for different potions, draughts and serums. A bit more potent, I suspect, though." She pulled the lid off her box and began rummaging through before handing one over to him. "If you really want them, or think you might want them, I'd much rather them go to a friend rather than a bunch of strangers."
"Maybe not all of them, but you never know when something might be useful for the shop, you know."
"Then take what you think you might want. Once I get rid of them, then that's it." Alicia nodded to the boxes, crossed her arms and leaned back against the wall of the entrance hallway. "When you're done, I'll take care of the rest."
"Brill! Let's take em to the joke shop!" he said, grinning. "Katie will have to help me sort out these boxes. It'll take weeks, don't you think?"
"I'm she'll be thrilled," she joked and glanced down at the boxes. She wasn't about to carry those boxes all the way back to the joke shop. Pulling her wand from her back pocket, she quickly shrunk them down to a small enough size to fit in one's pocket.
Picking them both up from the floor, she held them out to George with a grin. "Figured I'd use that magic stuff since I'm a witch and all."
Tucking her wand away again, she shrugged. "Well, that was easy and frees up a good portion of the day." She paused, turning her atteniont back to George. "So, I've some burning to do. Spark your interest?"
George's eyes lit up at the mention of fire. "Lead the way!"
"Not surprising." Alicia chuckled, and, placing her hand against George's shoulder, apparated them both back to her flat. It was in slight shambles with all the cleaning she had been doing, but she didn't really worry over it. It was just George anyway.
"These boxes," Alicia pointed to the brown boxes sitting in front of her fireplace. "Not the whole box. Just what's in the box." She plopped down on the floor, sitting indian-style, and started plucking out folded up pieces of parchments that were tossed off to the side in the crackling fire.
"You should at least fold them into little airplanes first," George said, grabbing a piece and folding it.
Alicia grinned, tucking some hair behind her ear and shook her head. "Mum never really liked airplanes, but that would make it more fun. You're a genius, George. Nice to know things don't really ever change." She unfolded one of the letters and folded it into a neat paper airplane and lightly tossed it in to the fire, watching the parchment begin to crackle and burn up.