Comments | road_ahead: RP: Here we are now.

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RP: Here we are now.

Jul 31, 2008 23:03

Date: Thursday
Characters: Katie Bell, Alicia Spinnet
Location: 12 Hornbeam Court
Status: Private
Summary: Alicia comes to call.
Completion: Incomplete

( Entertain us! )

katie bell, february 1999, place: private residence, alicia spinnet

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rar_alicia August 1 2008, 03:18:30 UTC

"Katie!" Alicia replied, mimicking Katie's intonation and throwing her arms up in greeting. The box of chocolates flew from her grasp and she frowned a bit as it fell to the floor. She was glad she'd told the lady at Honeydukes to secure it with a ribbon.

"How are you feeling? Can I kick Flint's arse yet? I brought you chocolates," she said, bending to pick them up. She let herself in. "You look like you're getting around okay. How much longer are you house-bound?"

rar_katie August 1 2008, 03:23:50 UTC

Katie looked mournfully at the box of sweets as they flew to the floor. "I hope you didn't break those," she said petulantly.

"I'm feeling okay. I've got cabin fever, though. Sick of laying about all day. Dean didn't have to work today, so that was good. I let him go home. Figure we'd kill each other if he was stuck with me all the time. And yes, you can kick Flint's arse yet. I can't. I think that qualifies as exercise." She took the chocolates from Al and closed the door behind her. "Want some soda? Let's sit down here, I'm getting sick of my bedroom," she added, gesturing to the couch.

rar_alicia August 1 2008, 03:48:01 UTC

"Hey. Broken sweets are better than no sweets," Alicia admonished.

"I'll take some soda," Alicia said, after making the appropriate sympathetic noises. "I'm glad you're feeling okay. Are you sure you don't want to sit outside or something? It's a bit cold but might even be a step up from sitting down here if you're sick of the house. We'll even bundle you up tight."

rar_katie August 1 2008, 04:00:47 UTC

"I suppose," Katie said with a mournful sigh. She padded into the kitchen to get a soda for Al.

"Nah, I don't want to catch a cold. I start at Quality Quidditch Supplies on Monday. That's going to be fun," she added sardonically. "Hi, I fell off the prototype broom your other employee stole from you. Should I straighten these books?" She flopped down on the sofa. "I don't know what I'll do about training. I might get headaches for weeks or months afterwards. I'm not supposed to push myself physically, so how can I get ready for tryouts? Bloody Flint. If he cost me my shot at the pros, I'm going to make him impotent."

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