Alicia Spinnet

( Future is Bright Application )

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[Ministry, Gaming Department]
[Anyone]
[Late Afternoon]

*sits at her desk, reading through a sport's magazine*

*co-worker comes in with a stack of files, sets them down on her desk* Look these over, will you? The reports are at the bottom, make sure they're accurate.

*looks up* Yeah, sure.

Oh! The yellow folder has paperwork that needs to be sent down to the Gobstone Division. When you have the time, make sure it gets there. Thanks, Spinnet.

*bored salute* Nooo problem.

*as he leaves, leans back in her chair, finishes reading magazine*

[Open Field]
[Anyone]
[Morning]

She thought about sleeping in. It was tempting. But Alicia knew that if she did, the entire day would be over before she knew it. So she glanced over at the ginger laying beside her and kissed him on the temple before getting out of bed. She showered and changed into some work-out clothes, wrote George a note letting him know where she'd be, and left with a piece of toast and her broom in hand. Within a few seconds, she was surrounded by grass. Once she set her things down, Alicia started stretching in preparation for her jog.

[Alicia's House]
[Anyone]
[Morning]

Alicia called in today and had Frank go into work for her. She had heard about Hannah and the attack, and had been shaken up since. But that's not why she had taken the day off. She had received an owl from Owyn, asking if she'd be willing to let her house be the venue for Angelina's engagement party. Pff, as if she would say no! So, she responded back, and along with the letter, sent a bouquet of Get Well flowers for Hannah.

"Alright...we'll start with the backyard," she said to herself, slipping on her garden gloves. She wanted this to be perfect. It was the least she could do, so far she was a really sucky Maid of Honor and even though she wanted to blame work, she knew she should take some sort of blame for her failures. Pulling her hair up, she started with the rose bushes, pulling out the withered ones that were getting in the way of the new buds.

[Work]
[Angelina]
[Afternoon]

( An envelope with the Department of Magical Games and Sports official seal is addressed to Miss Angelina Hallow Johnson )

[Alicia's House]
[Early Evening]
[Anyone]

Alicia hopped off her broom and made her way to the giant trampeline that still remained in her backyard. With her broomstick in her lap, she sat right in the middle of it, looking like a lost, sulky pup. Five days. It'd been nearly five days since she and George had spoken to each other. And if that wasn't difficult enough, she hardly saw him anymore. "Guess he really is trying to give me my space," she mumbled sadly. Sure, she wanted space, but not five days worth of it! And especially not under these circumstances. She supposed that's what she got for being honest. And for getting in a fight with him about her blasted colleague. With a sigh, she moved her broom off to the side of her and laid down, curling up and closing her eyes.

Well, this sucked.

[Streets near St. Mungo's to...well, wherever they go to celebrate!]
[Anyone; LINA]
[Noon]


"Are you serious. No. No really, don't play with me, that's not funny!"

"Since when do I ever say things to mess with you. It's been over a year now, and the x-rays show that your spine has healed accordingly. With a minor surgery, just as a precaution, we should get it back to rights 100%."

"Which means...?"

"You should consider getting reunited with your broom."

"I'll be able to fly again!?!!"

"Yup."

"Oh...oh my...oh my god, I...I..."

"Stunned?"

"!!!"

"I told you if you were patient, it'd pay off in the end."

"T-thank you! Thank you so much, thank you, you're the best bloody physical trainer I've ever met!! I love you, I really do!"

"You're not so bad yourself, Spinnet. Now go on, go celebrate. Something! I'll get in touch with you soon. And stop crying like you've got no sense."

"I'm sorry! Sorry! Okay...okay, I'm going...Okay. Oh my..."

Alicia stepped out of St. Mungo's, entirely overwhelmed by tears. She would be able to fly again! She had to take about five minutes to recollect herself before she started walking again, though no in the direction of work. No, she was going to celebrate! But first, she needed to find someone to celebrate with.

[George's Flat]
[Anyone, George]
[After work]

"Hey George, I'm hom--is that cat food?" Alicia quirked her eyebrows at the elongating path of bits that started from the kitchen and into the living room. Setting down her binder of conference information, she followed the trail. "Which one of you did this..." the cat food trail stopped at the coffee table. Narrowing her eyes in suspicion, Alicia got on her knees and crouched down to find Lacey and Quentin sprawled lazily among the piles of food--or at least, what was left of it. "Oi! Looks like you two had quite a feast while I was gone. You're both a bunch of porkers, you know that?" Quentin burped and Lacey, who was passed out, twitched. Alicia shook her head and stood back up. "Oh boy." Scratching her head, she plopped down on the couch in amazement. "Guess I'll have to lock up the cabinets from now on. Or hide the food under a floorboard. Something."

[Sports and Games Department, her office]
[anyone]
[Mid-Afternoon]

"Spinabella!"

"What is it, Frank?"

"The big boss wants to see us. Come on."

Alicia slipped on her heels and put the folders back in their filing cabinets. "Did he say what he wanted?" she inquired, locking the door to her office.

"Nope. But we'll find out when we get there, aye?" he nudged her in the side with his elbow. "Can't be anything bad, he's been talking very highly of you lately. Says you continue to impress with your work performance."

She grinned proudly, her strides a bit more confident. "Huh."

Chuckling, Frank knocked twice on the door.

( Come in. )

[George's Flat and possibly her house if she makes it that far]
[Anyone; George?]
[Backdated to the day she finds out Pansy's her boss]

Pissed didn't even begin to describe Alicia. She wanted to punch a wall in, she wanted to scream and destroy things and she had half a mind to go to her house and to a little "redecorating" to that spare room she hardly ever used. That sounded like a good idea. Yes. A good plan.

Pansy Parkinson was going to make her time at work hell. She'd already began her devilish tactics and it took the Gryffindor every single nerve cell she had not to act out at work, not to break that disgusting little smile of hers with her fist. She still couldn't even begin to fathom that Pansy was now Co-assistant of the Department. She was above her, and Alicia hadn't known a single lick about it. How did that happen?

Blood boiling under her skin, eyes burning with frustrated tears, Alicia stormed past the doors of the joke shop and fumed up the stairs to the flat. Immediately she pulled off her heels and threw them hard, a screeching hiss followed soon after by a previously sleeping Quentin who'd caught the wind of it as the pair barely missed his head. Alicia didn't even think to apologize.

Slamming the door to George's room harshly behind her (it nearly rattled the whole flat!), Alicia changed into some lounge clothes. If she was gonna take her anger out with a bat, she wanted to be comfortable doing it.

[George's Flat]
[Anyone; ATTN: George]
[Evening]

Alicia sent her boss a note letting him know she'd be absent for a little. Or...at least as long as George needed her. She felt incredibly bad for not being there as much as she should have been and she knew "Well, I didn't want to be in the way." was, without a doubt, a pathetic excuse.

With a slice of his favorite cake in one hand, and a backpack full of clothes and other things in the other, she went upstairs and knocked on his door. "George? Are you there? Georgie-boy, it's Alicia."

[George's Flat]
[Anyone; George]
[Backdated to After the private staff party in Switzerland at like...2 in the morning lastnight (or this morning)]

Oh no, I'm fine enough to walk, I just wis--Ack! *trips over her gown* Ouch. *sits on the ground, pouting and smacking down the puffiness*

*Frank laughs as he tries to help her up* You're a bit more sloshed than you think. Up ya go. *gets her to stand, holding her shoulders to help her balance*

Issa pretty dress, juss too long, ya know? And um, the shoes... *staggers as she moves to lift up her dress just enough to show him her shoes* Stilettos hurt. I plan ta stab Flint with 'em. *chuckles* Bastard.

Yeah...let's get you home. *starts walking her*

No no no, take me ta Georgie's, mmkay? *yawns* I'm tired and I wanna see him.

...Alright, to Georgie's it is, then. *smiles and leads her there*

*and this is where we timewarp to the shop!*

*at this point, Frank's holding Alicia, who is half-way knocked out with her shoes dangling in her hand* Bloody hell, Spinnet... *swipes the puffiness of her dress that's in the way to knock on the door*

[Alicia's House]
[Anyone]
[After work]

*is sitting on the floor, food, papers, ribbons, pretty envelopes and various other decorative stationary crap sprawled everywhere*

I just don't understand why of aaaaaall people, you come to my house and harass me with this rubbish! Pass me the beef and brocolli, please. *says this as she's reaching over Frank to grab the container*

Everyone else said no! And I knew you had nothing else to do, so why not!

Excuse me! I had plenty to do!

Oh yeah? What.

I...had very important telly shows to watch! I also...needed to spend some quality time with Quentin and Lacey...oh! And I needed to have a conversation with Spudnick because he's been incredibly rowdy the past few nights...

...Like I said. You had nothing to do!

*huffs* You're cutting into "me" time!

Right. Hand over the fried rice, thanks. *starts eating out of it with his chopsticks* It's not even my fault that I'm doing these Christmas cards, my grandmum's making me.

And, yet, here you are making me do them!

I'm...helping you! Kinda. *GRIN*

*rolls eyes* Oh yeah, I can tell. *gestures to the pile of cards he should have had finished* Give them here. *Frank hands them over*

What would I do without you?

Be an even bigger lazy arse. *grumbles as she starts putting cards in envelopes* I need to see less of you and more of my boyfriend. *sighs*

[Department of Magical Games and Sports, and then Diagon Alley]
[Anyone]
[Evening]

Spitfire Spinnet, get yer arse over here!

*Alicia goes to Frank's office with a stack of papers* Yeah?

*Frank spins around in his chair* What are you doing?

...What do you mean "What am I doing?". I'm doing doing exactly what you told me to do.

Which is what?

*blinkblink* ...Well you told me to go over all the blueprints with Kregan, and to send out those private enclosed letters to the Irish Head of MGS, and I just received a response from Niamby Riverstine, who told me that she could set up the conference at the Irish Headquarters at the end of this week, but she needed to have those outlines by tomorrow, so I went to Luther for those and we went over for any changes that might have been made before I sent those off, too--and then after that, I had a brief meeting with a guy named Friz? I don't know, he wouldn't give me his full name, but he brought forth a new game idea involving wild pixies and net buckets. I, actually, scheduled him in for a meeting with you for nine o'clock tomorrow, and I jotted it down in your planner, so be sure to check that out; Oh! And he's bringing his "team" to give you a demo presentation of how the game is played, I advise you be ready for that, I don't know how many wild pixies they're bringing. And now, I'm sending out those notices to all the MGS Staff in regards to the private event taking place on the 6th of December at the Madame's Grand Ball in Switzerland. *FINALLY BREATHES*

*Frank just stares at her* ...

What?

I...didn't need your whole life story.

*!!!* But you just asked me what I was doing!

Well yeah, but I forgot I had you doing all of that, I just needed to see if you were busy because I wanted you to go get me a cup of coffee.

*staaaaaaaare* You want me to go get you coffee. And you...couldn't get one of the new interns to do that?

You're the only one who knows how I like it. *charming grin*

I don't have time to be getting you your bloody coffee!!!

I'll make it up to you...

Oh yeah? How? *crosses arms*

...I'll give you money to buy yourself a little treat.

Look, Frank, ever since you were promoted, you've been a complete arse!!!

Okay, but...can you get me coffee? Pretty please?

UGH!!! Fine! Then while I'm off doing that, make your lazy arse useful and send these OUT! *throws the stack of papers at him and storms off*

*Frank watches her as paper flies everywhere* I wuv you wittle Spinnet! *snickers*

*calls out* Bite one! *heads out to Diagon Alley*

[The backyard]
[Anyone]
[Early afternoon]

"These things are impossible, I don't know how Mama ever had the patience for them," she grumbled, cutting through a ridiculously thick rose branch. Pausing, she blew a strand of loose hair from her face, eventually getting irritated enough to stop entirely to redo her ponytail. It was kind of her fault that the rose bushes had grown out to be a big cluster of tangled and thorny branches--Alicia hadn't been tending to them like she should have been, and it wasn't until she happened to go outside and saw a small bird practiclly caged in one them that she figured that she'd better start cutting. So that's what she had been doing the past hour; and she had the small cuts on her hands and legs to prove it...since she couldn't find her gloves. Letting out a deep sigh, Alicia dropped the shears to the ground and glanced down at the new pile. "Meh...alright," with a small grunt, she carefully hoisted up the bundle and tossed them into the even bigger pile. Hey, at least she was getting her exercise.

[Alicia's House]
[Anyone]
[Evening]

And one...

Mreow

...and two...

Mreow

and three...

Mrrrreow

Stop whining, just fourty-seven more to go. And four...

...MREOW!

*huff* Fine then! *lowers cranky Quentin down, and remains laying flat on the ground* You don't make a very cooperative weight! You and Lacey both! *tugs down on her boxers*

*after a while of silence* I guess I could go take a shower. Meh. *sighs in boredom, then stands up and heads upstairs*

[House]
[Anyone; ATTN: Angelina]
[Early Evening]

*sends off an owl*

So...

I miss my best friend.

- Alicia

*plops on the couch with a bowl of cereal*

[Lina and Ollie's flat]
[Anyone; ATTN: Lina]
[7pm]

She had been stuck in a psychotically long meeting, one of two women in charge of jotting down the important points. That meant that she didn't get to have the luxury of zoning out or dozing off like the rest of them. It was a little unfair.

By the time they were let out, her brain was fried to a crisp. She also felt a little suffocated from being in the conference room with all those people, and her feet were killing her. To be quite frank, she was in dire need of a bubble bath or...an evening fly around the town.

Her vote was on the evening fly around the town.

But Angelina had her broom, didn't she? Alicia pondered, recalling throwing it to the ground after having gotten caught flying and catching an earful. She hadn't seen it since then, she realized, and she knew that Lina must've had it. Right?

Now the trick was to get it from her without making herself obvious. On her way to the flat, she plotted, reaaally hoping that she'd get her broom easily and be off without suspicion. Clearing her throat, she reached the door and knocked. "Lina? It's Alicia! Do you have a minute?"

[Her Office, then the pub]
[Anyone]
[Early Evening]

Hand me those stacks of paper, will you, Frank?

Of course, Spinster. *grabs the stack of paper and hands it to her*

*rolls eyes* Why don't you ever call me by my name? How many bloody nicknames can you possibly have? It's a new one every day... *plops in her seat and starts folding papers and putting them in envelopes*

*eyebrow* ...Does it bother you?

*huffs* No, it does not bother me, I was simply asking a question. Bloody hell. *grumpy gills, someone?*

Well if it bothers you, I'll stop...

It doesn't bother me, Frank.

Then what's wrong?

...Nothing, I guess I'm just tired. Been here since seven this morning. I actually should be leaving soon, but I've got these to finish up, so... *frowns a little*

Well...I'll help you finish, and afterwards, we can hit up a pub for a few rounds, aye? *smirks* Isn't it your birthday?

*small smile* ...Yeah, it is. *shrugs* Not a big deal, though...my boyfriend thinks it's a few months from now.

*chuckles* Well it's settled then. I'm taking you out, lightweight. Let's get this rubbish finished.

*~~~timewarp to an hour into the pub~~~*

*gigglydrunk!Alicia and Frank are having an arm wrestle, and several people have surrounded them to watch, cheering and making bets and what not…course Alicia‘s kinda losing*

Not-Not fair! Not fair, Frankie! *downs a shot and giggles* Your armsh are like...shooo much bigger than mine and I'd have to, to, I'd have to do a loooot of crunches to get armsh like that!

*howls with laughter* Don't ya mean push-ups?

...Push-ups, smush-ups, they're all the shaaame thing! Frankie, I want a cake, Frankie. *pinches his arms* You're very mushcularly. *gigglesnort* Mushcularly.

Aye, well, I could afford to do a few *air quotes* “crunches” meself. Another round, maybe you’ll win this time. *winks*

*grins* You're on! *sets up for another arm wrestling match*