Memory loss could be very convenient. According to her mum, it was the reason women kept having children, since they tended to forget the horrors of pregnancy and child birth and voluntarily did it again. Or maybe it was denial. Whatever it was, Alicia was certain she had been living under the same sort of delusion the past couple of years, as she didn’t recall ever having felt hindered by not being allowed to use magic on her holidays at home from Hogwarts. It had been annoying, yes, especially when a professor had saddled you with a ton of homework and you could only do the theoretic parts, but a hindrance? No, not really.
Then her magic had disappeared here, right in the middle of levitating a jar of pickled beets from the uppermost shelf. If it hadn’t been for Sasha, the stains would still have been shining bright on the kitchen floor and bottom cabinets, but the house elf had simply ushered her out and started snapping her fingers and in a few minutes flat, the kitchen was clean again… almost sparkling. At work she had next to useless, and had dreaded the scars her patients would be left with due to her suturing being nowhere near as neat as her Healing Charms. She had improved, though, but there would still be some massive scarring that she would be looking into reducing when her magic returned. If it returned. No, when. She kept forcing herself to look at it that way.
Maybe her reaction to having lost her magic had been stronger since her mum’s arrival through the portal had already left her feeling unsteady about a lot of things. Sure, they had talked and her mum had assured Alicia that her fears of her reasons for coming through were unfounded, and that this was the first time she was even hearing about the unscheduled arrivals, but Alicia was still getting used to it all.
With her mum back in her life, though, and having no magic, Alicia was feeling a bit like a teenager home for the holiday, except, of course, for the fact that she was head over heels in love with Viktor – something she had sworn would never happen when her friends had gushed about him at school – and being only months away from getting married. Their upcoming marriage was a whole different can of worms, which at first had made her mum question Viktor about his intentions and his reasons for marrying Alicia at such a young age, and then switch tack – after she had seen just what a wonderful specimen of man he really was – and almost demand grandchildren within the following week.
Tonight, though, Viktor had a meeting, probably about the Quidditch League, but Alicia wasn’t sure, and her mum was spending the evening with Sam. So Alicia had headed down to the pub for some company, and if she was lucky, she figured, somebody else would be feeling like a teenager and Lisa would have put out the karaoke machine.
Making her way through the crowd, looking for a place to sit, she spotted an empty chair, and at the same table Ginny, with… was that Professor Lupin? Chuckling to herself, and pushing down the urge to giggle and jump excitedly at meeting people she knew in a pub – not to mention the fact that she suddenly felt too young to even be in a pub – she maneuvered her way to the table and put her hand on the back of the chair. “Is this seat taken?” she asked hopefully.
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Date: 2013-04-19 03:28 pm (UTC)Then her magic had disappeared here, right in the middle of levitating a jar of pickled beets from the uppermost shelf. If it hadn’t been for Sasha, the stains would still have been shining bright on the kitchen floor and bottom cabinets, but the house elf had simply ushered her out and started snapping her fingers and in a few minutes flat, the kitchen was clean again… almost sparkling. At work she had next to useless, and had dreaded the scars her patients would be left with due to her suturing being nowhere near as neat as her Healing Charms. She had improved, though, but there would still be some massive scarring that she would be looking into reducing when her magic returned. If it returned. No, when. She kept forcing herself to look at it that way.
Maybe her reaction to having lost her magic had been stronger since her mum’s arrival through the portal had already left her feeling unsteady about a lot of things. Sure, they had talked and her mum had assured Alicia that her fears of her reasons for coming through were unfounded, and that this was the first time she was even hearing about the unscheduled arrivals, but Alicia was still getting used to it all.
With her mum back in her life, though, and having no magic, Alicia was feeling a bit like a teenager home for the holiday, except, of course, for the fact that she was head over heels in love with Viktor – something she had sworn would never happen when her friends had gushed about him at school – and being only months away from getting married. Their upcoming marriage was a whole different can of worms, which at first had made her mum question Viktor about his intentions and his reasons for marrying Alicia at such a young age, and then switch tack – after she had seen just what a wonderful specimen of man he really was – and almost demand grandchildren within the following week.
Tonight, though, Viktor had a meeting, probably about the Quidditch League, but Alicia wasn’t sure, and her mum was spending the evening with Sam. So Alicia had headed down to the pub for some company, and if she was lucky, she figured, somebody else would be feeling like a teenager and Lisa would have put out the karaoke machine.
Making her way through the crowd, looking for a place to sit, she spotted an empty chair, and at the same table Ginny, with… was that Professor Lupin? Chuckling to herself, and pushing down the urge to giggle and jump excitedly at meeting people she knew in a pub – not to mention the fact that she suddenly felt too young to even be in a pub – she maneuvered her way to the table and put her hand on the back of the chair. “Is this seat taken?” she asked hopefully.