"It was a bit of a shock, I admit that," Alicia chuckled. Ginny's spontaneous burst of laugh, however, was infecting, and soon she was laughing, too. "Oh, dear," she groaned, though she was still chuckling. "Uhm... isn't that blackmailing?" She held up her hands, then waved off her last comment. "I uhm... my third day here, second day at work, everything's new, everybody's a stranger, the only familiar face I've seen, except for Sam, was Shacklebolt at his introductory speech, and I only recognized him from the pictures in the Prophet and the Room of Requirement before the final battle. In walks your brother, drops a dead rat-bird-hybrid-something on the front desk, claiming that it's bit him. I look up, and there's the first familiar face in days and he's smiling at me and like that," Alicia gave a snap of her fingers, "I'm Alicia Spinnet, 12 years old, with the biggest crush on the Captain, and though I got the bite treated I've no clue what happened to my professionalism, because all of a sudden I'm rambling his ear off about Sam's inability to ask before buying foods he doesn't know. End of it all; your brother's gone back to the Ark and I'm sitting on the floor, against the door, comfort-eating the yoghurt he was supposed to eat with his antibiotic Potion." Running her hands over her face, Alicia leaned forward resting her elbows on the edge of the table, still keeping her mouth hidden. "I was so embarrassed, you wouldn't believe it."
As if trying to wash away that memory, even though Charlie seemingly had forgiven her less than stellar performance, she took a long sip from her soda. "I wouldn't know about Shacklebolt's humour," she admitted with a shrug. "Like I said, I've never met, but he does seem to be a capable leader, and yes, the vendor he recommended has exceeded said recommendations. My preferred place, by far." Setting her glass back down, she traced her finger through the condensation on the side. "Now, please tell me I'm not the only one who's put my foot in it here."
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Date: 2012-11-24 03:04 am (UTC)As if trying to wash away that memory, even though Charlie seemingly had forgiven her less than stellar performance, she took a long sip from her soda. "I wouldn't know about Shacklebolt's humour," she admitted with a shrug. "Like I said, I've never met, but he does seem to be a capable leader, and yes, the vendor he recommended has exceeded said recommendations. My preferred place, by far." Setting her glass back down, she traced her finger through the condensation on the side. "Now, please tell me I'm not the only one who's put my foot in it here."