RP: So where are we going? And why?
Date: December 1st, 2004.
Characters: Alicia Spinnet, Seamus Finnigan.
Location: River Place/Exeter.
Status: Private.
Summary: Alicia decides to see if Seamus wants company.
Completion: Complete.
Alicia had enjoyed her little chat with Cedric earlier at the pub. It once again made her realise how much she'd missed her friends and how bloody fab it was to see them all again, making something of themselves. What with Katie's decorating and Cedric's museum-art-thingy job, everyone seemed to be successful.
She had to owl Angelina about Quidditch. She felt like a complete faliure in comparison to some of her more high-flying friends.
Walking into the lift and pressing the buttons, she stared at the walls as it began its slow ascent. She didn't like confined spaces at all and lifts only served to make her feel scared. She covered it up quite well usually - although usually when she was with Seamus she was far too busy to take notice - but when she was on her own, she got a bit twitchy about it.
When the lift door opened, she walked down the hallway and went to unward the door. She frowned when it didn't open. Then she looked up.
4A.
Bugger. This was the second time she'd done this in a week. She'd paid no attention in the lift to where she was going and this was her reward for such idiocy. Seriously, she needed to start thinking or writing a list or just something to stop her from looking like such a ditz. People were going to talk.
Deciding that she had nothing else to do, she knocked on the door and lounged on the wall next to it whilst waiting for Seamus to reply.
Characters: Alicia Spinnet, Seamus Finnigan.
Location: River Place/Exeter.
Status: Private.
Summary: Alicia decides to see if Seamus wants company.
Completion: Complete.
Alicia had enjoyed her little chat with Cedric earlier at the pub. It once again made her realise how much she'd missed her friends and how bloody fab it was to see them all again, making something of themselves. What with Katie's decorating and Cedric's museum-art-thingy job, everyone seemed to be successful.
She had to owl Angelina about Quidditch. She felt like a complete faliure in comparison to some of her more high-flying friends.
Walking into the lift and pressing the buttons, she stared at the walls as it began its slow ascent. She didn't like confined spaces at all and lifts only served to make her feel scared. She covered it up quite well usually - although usually when she was with Seamus she was far too busy to take notice - but when she was on her own, she got a bit twitchy about it.
When the lift door opened, she walked down the hallway and went to unward the door. She frowned when it didn't open. Then she looked up.
4A.
Bugger. This was the second time she'd done this in a week. She'd paid no attention in the lift to where she was going and this was her reward for such idiocy. Seriously, she needed to start thinking or writing a list or just something to stop her from looking like such a ditz. People were going to talk.
Deciding that she had nothing else to do, she knocked on the door and lounged on the wall next to it whilst waiting for Seamus to reply.