RP: What are you trying to say?
Date: 23 May 2003
Characters: Alicia Spinnet, Oliver Wood, various NPCs (Oliver’s mum, Elizabeth, at first. More will be added)
Location: Alicia’s Alcove, to start with
Status: Semi-private
Summary: How is it, that mothers just know?
Completion: Incomplete
As spring was ebbing out and summer drawing ever closer, the mid-morning sun in the Courtyard kept growing warmer and warmer, and the last week or so, Alicia hadn’t been sitting alone by the table in the corner that Oliver had made for her. Elizabeth, Oliver’s mum, seemed to have taken a liking to what had by now become a rather punctual ritual: 10 o’clock, give or take ten minutes, Alicia would be wanting milk, so badly that she would cross the Courtyard, pour herself a large glass, and then go sit by the table and enjoy the sun while quenched her thirst. Sometimes Oliver would join them too, and every day, Alicia hoped that was one of them.
She loved Elizabeth, though. The woman had been almost like a second mother to her for years, since she and Oliver had begun spending time together outside of Hogwarts as well, during school holidays. Problem was, that Elizabeth seemed capable of reading Alicia’s desires when it came to food, which meant that Alicia needed barely thinking that a sandwich or a biscuit would be just perfect, Elizabeth would be offering it to her. Normally, Alicia would have gone for something small and light, like an apple or banana, but Elizabeth had a way of making her spill on what she really wanted and within minutes have it served up in front of her… and it was beginning to show.
A reminder for that made itself annoyingly present when Alicia shifted in her chair and the wire in her bra dug into her breast, making her wince, and with her thumb she got it straightened again. She really needed to get that shop open, so she could get back to some sort of routine, before it was just her bras and jeans that were too snug for her to fit into. Besides, who’d want to buy Quidditch gear from somebody who didn’t know how to keep herself fit? She sent Elizabeth a mock glare when the woman sniggered at her discomfort, then over to Oliver to send him a look to let him know to not even begin to think of starting.
Still, the spicy chicken and pickle turkey with a side of lemon curd that was standing in front of her made her mouth water, and she felt as if it was the only thing that could really satisfy that hunger the glass of milk had brought on.
“Have you made arrangements with a Healer, yet?”
Elizabeth’s voice distracted Alicia and with a wondering look she put down the sandwich and looked at her.
“What do you mean?” she asked her, though she still licked off the sticky juice from the chicken that had trickled from the sarnie. “I’m not sick and I had a physical check-up with my doctor before I moved here…”
She looked to Oliver hoping to see some sort of recognition in him, that he might have a clue as for what his mother was talking about.
“When I was pregnant with Oliver, he Healer believed my craving for cheese to be a way for my body to say it needed calcium. I wonder what he will say about your lemon curd and milk.”
Alicia felt her jaw drop as she heard Elizabeth’s word. Was that what she was thinking was going on? It most certainly weren’t. She had simply gotten too used to having easy food within reach and the stress of the anticipation with the shop, that’s what had been giving her odd thoughts about food, not to mention making her gain those dreaded pounds, not many, just enough to make her bras too small and her jeans too tight for comfort.
Still not speaking she looked to Oliver, silently pleading him for help on this one.
Characters: Alicia Spinnet, Oliver Wood, various NPCs (Oliver’s mum, Elizabeth, at first. More will be added)
Location: Alicia’s Alcove, to start with
Status: Semi-private
Summary: How is it, that mothers just know?
Completion: Incomplete
As spring was ebbing out and summer drawing ever closer, the mid-morning sun in the Courtyard kept growing warmer and warmer, and the last week or so, Alicia hadn’t been sitting alone by the table in the corner that Oliver had made for her. Elizabeth, Oliver’s mum, seemed to have taken a liking to what had by now become a rather punctual ritual: 10 o’clock, give or take ten minutes, Alicia would be wanting milk, so badly that she would cross the Courtyard, pour herself a large glass, and then go sit by the table and enjoy the sun while quenched her thirst. Sometimes Oliver would join them too, and every day, Alicia hoped that was one of them.
She loved Elizabeth, though. The woman had been almost like a second mother to her for years, since she and Oliver had begun spending time together outside of Hogwarts as well, during school holidays. Problem was, that Elizabeth seemed capable of reading Alicia’s desires when it came to food, which meant that Alicia needed barely thinking that a sandwich or a biscuit would be just perfect, Elizabeth would be offering it to her. Normally, Alicia would have gone for something small and light, like an apple or banana, but Elizabeth had a way of making her spill on what she really wanted and within minutes have it served up in front of her… and it was beginning to show.
A reminder for that made itself annoyingly present when Alicia shifted in her chair and the wire in her bra dug into her breast, making her wince, and with her thumb she got it straightened again. She really needed to get that shop open, so she could get back to some sort of routine, before it was just her bras and jeans that were too snug for her to fit into. Besides, who’d want to buy Quidditch gear from somebody who didn’t know how to keep herself fit? She sent Elizabeth a mock glare when the woman sniggered at her discomfort, then over to Oliver to send him a look to let him know to not even begin to think of starting.
Still, the spicy chicken and pickle turkey with a side of lemon curd that was standing in front of her made her mouth water, and she felt as if it was the only thing that could really satisfy that hunger the glass of milk had brought on.
“Have you made arrangements with a Healer, yet?”
Elizabeth’s voice distracted Alicia and with a wondering look she put down the sandwich and looked at her.
“What do you mean?” she asked her, though she still licked off the sticky juice from the chicken that had trickled from the sarnie. “I’m not sick and I had a physical check-up with my doctor before I moved here…”
She looked to Oliver hoping to see some sort of recognition in him, that he might have a clue as for what his mother was talking about.
“When I was pregnant with Oliver, he Healer believed my craving for cheese to be a way for my body to say it needed calcium. I wonder what he will say about your lemon curd and milk.”
Alicia felt her jaw drop as she heard Elizabeth’s word. Was that what she was thinking was going on? It most certainly weren’t. She had simply gotten too used to having easy food within reach and the stress of the anticipation with the shop, that’s what had been giving her odd thoughts about food, not to mention making her gain those dreaded pounds, not many, just enough to make her bras too small and her jeans too tight for comfort.
Still not speaking she looked to Oliver, silently pleading him for help on this one.