Alicia Brianne Spinnet (ohalicia) wrote in thefinalhorcrux,
Alicia Brianne Spinnet

Who: Alicia and George
When: December 20, evening
Where: The Burrow
Why: Needed to get some things sorted out

Alicia walked up the walk towards the Burrow's front door. Ever since she had been released from St. Mungo's, things had been running through her head, things she hadn't the courage to talk about until tonight. She found the door and gave it a few knocks.

George was whistling to himself as he busied himself about a pot of water on the stove.  Hot chocolate seemed the order of the evening, just curling up with it and a book.  Sure, that made him feel slightly girly, but whatever.  No one would see but Colin, who was sound asleep.  So he was quite surprised when there was a knock at the door.  He turned off the stove and went to the door.  "Alicia!  Didn't expect you out so soon."

She shrugged and smiled. "Well, I pleaded my way out yesterday and thought I'd come see how things are going around here.." It was an unconvincing sort of story, but that wasn't important.

He wasn't sure how much he believed her, but he didn't care, company was nice as Katie was out, working out arrangements to get her parents for a visit.  "Things are fine, come on in.  I was just about to do a thing of hot chocolate.  Interested?"

Being quite chilled from the outdoors, she nodded. "That would be great, thanks." She stepped in and took off her coat, hanging it with the others, and walked into the kitchen. "How've you and Katie been?"

He shrugged.  To be honest, life had grown slightly dull as far as Katie was concerned.  He loved her as much as ever, worshiped and adored her, didn't want to ever lose her, but there was a routine, now..... no, don't worry about it, not now, not ever.  Be happy.  He was happy, perhaps it just needed some getting used-to.  "Oh, fine.  Colin's learned how important sleep is, so we're all getting more of it."  He nodded to the bassinette next to the couch from which faint breathing could be heard.

She smiled absent-mindedly, thinking of her own future children. He placed a steaming cup of cocoa in front of her and she turned back to attention. Once they had both sat down, she wrapped her hands around the mug and looked at George. "So, I really came because I've been thinking about some things and...I don't know if I'm crazy or what, but I just feel like I should tell someone, get another opinion."

He took a long drink of the hot chocolate, ignoring as it scalded him going down.  He wasn't the brightest sometimes, didn't always think logically.  "Oh, like what?"

She blew on her cocoa, watching the steam disappear and reappear for a moment before beginning. "Well..the other day at the hospital, before Fred left, we were talking and...and it was like when we used to talk, before I got pregnant. And I found myself realizing that as much as I want to hate him, I really can't."

He smiled faintly, not looking at her, staring into the depths of his drink.  "Yeah, I know what you mean.  Things happen, people change, people walk out...and you know you should hate them, you know that hating and anger would make the pain less... but it doesn't work that way.  You try and try, and you just can't stop loving them, no matter how much they hurt you."

She looked down at her drink and, assuming it was cooled, took a sip. "Yeah...It's just that now I can't even pretend to hate him. I just know that I love him and that he's gone. Part of me wants to just go and find him, tell him how I feel and bring him back."

He frowned, not sure how he felt about it.  Sure, stand up for your love and whatever, but to travel so far for such a git?  He shook his head.  "Alicia...I... I don't know..." Perhaps he had been about to tell her what a stupid idea that was, but a noise caught his attention.  He sighed and stood, beckoning her to follow him back into the living room.

She stood up, hands still holding her mug and followed him into the living room. Seeing Colin there with his father almost made up her mind for her. She wanted that for her kids, a father figure. "I know it seems crazy, but..." Not really knowing how to finish, she trailed off and sipped her hot chocolate.

He looked up at her briefly as he lifted Colin and cradled him.  He didn't seem hungry, didn't smell funny, but was clearly learning that noises ment attention.  "Crazy?  The wanting to do so?  That's not crazy, it's normal... but I can't say you'd be entirely sane if you actually went."

She shrugged, looking at her hands. "What am I supposed to do about it? I can't just stay here and hope he'll come back. And I couldn't think of just forgetting about him. I don't know..."

He let out a rather large sigh, dropping to sit on the arm of the couch, staring down at Colin.  "I wanted to chase after Katie.  Every moment, I wanted to run away after her.  But that would have made it worse.  It would have scared her off.. I know this is different, but.......hell, I don't know what I'm saying."

She moved around the couch and sat down, indian-style, on the cushion. "I guess I should just forget about it. I mean, my going there probably won't make that much of a difference. He's stubborn."

 "He loves you, I know it.  He's afraid he's going to make things worse... I just don't know.  I don't have the answers."  Colin was squirming, now, clearly this being around people thing wasn't working out.  He was obviously tired, and voices were a bit much.  "Look, I'm going to put him upstairs to bed, I'll be back as soon as I can."  He stood and headed up, contemplating some sort of answer to this problem.

She nodded. As he turned to go, she drained her hot chocolate, but kept the warm mug in her hand. It was comforting, being there on the couch with the fire. Reminded her of the night she and Fred went to the beach for her birthday. They just sat there, drinking cocoa by a fire, all cozied up in eachothers arms. Which is when it hit her. She jumped up quick and quiet and grabbed her jacket. There was a scrap of paper in her pocket on which she wrote. "Had to go. Thanks for everything."

George came downstairs several minutes later, having forced a squalling infant into bed.  Amusingly enough, Colin fell into a deep sleep the moment he was tucked in.  What a little liar.  George returned to the living room to find Alicia gone.  He didn't even need the note to know.  She had gone, he found himself slightly worried for her safty and sanity, but knew it was something she had to do if she was ever going to move on...whatever that meant.
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