Title: Silk and Iron
Author: Stranger
Summary: After graduation, Alicia gets a surprise in her apartment and stays at the Burrow to "restore her piece of mind".
Contains: F/F slash, a bit of nonconsensual action.
Disclaimer: I don't own anything in this story except the plot.
Timeline: It's a bit after "Tip of the Iceberg" and "Something Wicked".
Alicia needed a diversion from her life.
It was Tuesday, the day of Thanksgiving Eve (according to a cheery letter from Katie Bell in America) and her little apartment was totally devoid of any life but her.
Katie Bell, a friend from Hogwarts and fellow Quidditch player whom Alicia was deeply enamored of, had sent Alicia a flurry of letters describing the festivities of the holiday, but other than that, there was nothing in the room that would cheer her up.
She could go look through her Hogwart's album. (The Weasley twins were always up to some mischief in their pictorial worlds.) She could reread the newspaper, latest headline being, "Gringott's Goblin Arrested for Sex Offense".
Or she could sleep.
However, fifty minutes later, Alicia decided sleep was not a viable option.
There was simply nothing to be done, and Alicia was not in the mood to vegetate. She was a woman of action, she would think of-
And that was when Angelina Johnson staggered into the apartment.
***
Angelina Johnson, best friend of Alicia Spinnet since their Hogwarts years and current roommate, was squiffed. As in totally drunk.
Alicia never had been drunk, but had experienced enough of the Weasley's post-kitchen-raid parties to know when squiffed was squiffed.
"Hello, Alicia. Ish that a pocket in your banana?" Angelina slurred, beaming.
"God, 'Lina, you're stinking drunk!" Exclaimed Alicia, "And I mean stinking." She added, catching a whiff of Angelina's breath.
"Yesh, sir." Angelina, attempting to salute her, had tripped over the leg of a chair.
Alicia sighed. "Come on. We can't have you mucking around in this state-I just cleaned the carpet yesterday. Get into the bathroom."
Angelina slowly followed, haphazardly navigating the path to the bathroom.
Upon entering, Alicia filled the sink with very cold water and proceeded to submerge Angelina's head in it.
But Angelina was no more sober after ten submergences than after the first dunking.
"Goddamnit, Angelina, not the firewhiskey." Alicia groaned. Firewhiskey was notorious for two things: burning on the way down, and continuing to inflame the drinker's sense long after drinking, rendering any method of sobering someone useless.
Alicia didn't like the idea of being in the apartment with a drunken Angelina. She was well known for doing things she regretted later (or maybe not, you never could tell with Angelina) when drunk.
"Well," Alicia reflected, "I could lock her in the bathroom for the next twenty-four hours."
But Alicia's thoughts were interrupted by a pair of wet lips and the stench of firewhiskey.
Stranger Says: Please review. I would appreciate it greatly and it would definitely help mold the story's future. Thank you.
Author: Stranger
Summary: After graduation, Alicia gets a surprise in her apartment and stays at the Burrow to "restore her piece of mind".
Contains: F/F slash, a bit of nonconsensual action.
Disclaimer: I don't own anything in this story except the plot.
Timeline: It's a bit after "Tip of the Iceberg" and "Something Wicked".
Alicia needed a diversion from her life.
It was Tuesday, the day of Thanksgiving Eve (according to a cheery letter from Katie Bell in America) and her little apartment was totally devoid of any life but her.
Katie Bell, a friend from Hogwarts and fellow Quidditch player whom Alicia was deeply enamored of, had sent Alicia a flurry of letters describing the festivities of the holiday, but other than that, there was nothing in the room that would cheer her up.
She could go look through her Hogwart's album. (The Weasley twins were always up to some mischief in their pictorial worlds.) She could reread the newspaper, latest headline being, "Gringott's Goblin Arrested for Sex Offense".
Or she could sleep.
However, fifty minutes later, Alicia decided sleep was not a viable option.
There was simply nothing to be done, and Alicia was not in the mood to vegetate. She was a woman of action, she would think of-
And that was when Angelina Johnson staggered into the apartment.
***
Angelina Johnson, best friend of Alicia Spinnet since their Hogwarts years and current roommate, was squiffed. As in totally drunk.
Alicia never had been drunk, but had experienced enough of the Weasley's post-kitchen-raid parties to know when squiffed was squiffed.
"Hello, Alicia. Ish that a pocket in your banana?" Angelina slurred, beaming.
"God, 'Lina, you're stinking drunk!" Exclaimed Alicia, "And I mean stinking." She added, catching a whiff of Angelina's breath.
"Yesh, sir." Angelina, attempting to salute her, had tripped over the leg of a chair.
Alicia sighed. "Come on. We can't have you mucking around in this state-I just cleaned the carpet yesterday. Get into the bathroom."
Angelina slowly followed, haphazardly navigating the path to the bathroom.
Upon entering, Alicia filled the sink with very cold water and proceeded to submerge Angelina's head in it.
But Angelina was no more sober after ten submergences than after the first dunking.
"Goddamnit, Angelina, not the firewhiskey." Alicia groaned. Firewhiskey was notorious for two things: burning on the way down, and continuing to inflame the drinker's sense long after drinking, rendering any method of sobering someone useless.
Alicia didn't like the idea of being in the apartment with a drunken Angelina. She was well known for doing things she regretted later (or maybe not, you never could tell with Angelina) when drunk.
"Well," Alicia reflected, "I could lock her in the bathroom for the next twenty-four hours."
But Alicia's thoughts were interrupted by a pair of wet lips and the stench of firewhiskey.
Stranger Says: Please review. I would appreciate it greatly and it would definitely help mold the story's future. Thank you.
