"I am! I mean... I'm not. I don't." She managed to get the words out as flustered as could possibly be. Clearly she wasn't used to being in this situation and now that she actually was she didn't know what to do. It was like she had been caught with her hand in the cookie jar. Alicia's urgings fell on deaf ears as Amelie was all too quick to push back. "I said I'm not interested. I don't like him. Are you listening at all?" Her voice raised dangerously loud during this rambling and she found herself hushing back down to a whisper by the end of it so not to attract any attention from the Gryffindor common room just a flight of stairs below.
"Spinnet. Listen to me." The Keeper demanded stepping right up to her bed seriously. "I said I don't like him like that. I'm telling you that right now. So that's that." If she was younger she would have stomped her foot to emphasize her point. "You can ask Fred all you like. Have a blast." She shrugged breaking away from her friend and making her way back to her bed. "Wood already asked me so I'll be there and I don't expect you to be blabbering on about this then either." Who was she kidding? Asking Alicia not to gossip or meddle was like asking the sun not to shine. Only accomplished by magic and it was magic Amelia did not have access to.
"You can do whatever you want with, Lucas... Er... Hart. I don't care." She laid back and pulled one of her pillows over her face resisting the urge to scream into it. "Don't you even listen? We fight all of the time. How can I like somebody I fight with all of the time?" She insisted peeking out from behind the pillow. Her fighting with Lucas was different than with Wood. Wood was mean. Lucas and Amelia bantered. There was a difference. One was far more enjoyable than the other. "Can we just drop it 'lish?" The keeper practically begged.
Post by Alicia Spinnet on Jan 17, 2018 20:36:36 GMT
Alicia snorted lightly, "I'm listening all right, it just seems like I've turned the subtitles on." There was obviously something going on between Amelia and Lucas that she wasn't telling Alicia, and Alicia definitely wanted to get to the bottom of it. Especially if it meant she could knock a bit of sense into her friend, get her to admit the feelings she obviously had, and shove her at Lucas. Alicia only wanted the best for Amelia, since it seemed she was so unhappy thinking of anyone else with Lucas. If Alicia wasn't going to be having any romantic liaisons of her own, the least she could do was offer a bit of help for her friend. Something that looked like it was going to be more of a challenge than Alicia had originally thought.
"Alright, whatever." She was just a bit defiant, tilting her head back to meet Amelia's gaze and arching an eyebrow. "That doesn't mean I won't be paying attention, or that I won't keep throwing you in his direction." Not now that she knew that it seemed like it was so upsetting for Amelia to so much as think of Lucas with another girl. "I just want you to be happy you know, and Hart isn't that bad of a guy either." Alicia shrugged, there were certainly worse people that she could imagine her friend ending up with. Alicia's eyebrows drew together in surprise, "Wood?" Yeah, that was more than confusing. As nice as the keeper could be, she couldn't really see them together herself. "Well, have you given Wood your answer yet? Because I might suggest Hart, just saying." There was obviously some deep, dark reason that Amelia hadn't pointed out that she had said yes, right? Maybe she hadn't. Alicia just might have to get the other girls on the team to help her out, and give them a good, strong shove at each other.
"Alright, then. Whatever I want." Which was never going to be anything, that much was clear. At this point she was more interested in shoving Amelia at him, since it seemed like she liked him even more than Alicia had and all. "Your fighting can't be all that bad, I've never seen you outright hex him, after all." Whenever Alicia had caught them together, in their war of words, their bickering hadn't seemed all that serious. "Wood has always been more of a drill sergeant." Something that had never been at all enjoyable, or appealing, to Alicia. "I guess we can drop it, just stop lying to yourself. It'll just get worse the more you deny it." Even if that meant Amelia wasn't admitting it to Alicia, it wasn't like she didn't already know. It was, after all, one of the things besides Quidditch that she was good at.
"You can pay attention all you like. Nothing has happened and nothing is going to happen because there is nothing there." Amelia announced with a pointed frown, crossing her arms over her chest protectively as she looked at her friend who seemed to be taking these accusations far more lightly than she was. "Ok sure, he isn't god awful. But we're just friends and some days I wonder if he even thinks we're that." They had a weird friendship to be sure and sometimes Amelia wondered if he was ok with it or just dealt with her because they were locked in the same high school together and had no choice but to deal.
She sighed, relenting that much as she sat on her bed crossing her legs. "But not in that way. I'm dating Oliver. I'm happy with Oliver." Sometimes. Other times he was a massive a**hole but Amelia didn't think she deserved wonderful. She saw herself as an ugly, stupid girl who nobody could possibly love in that special way. She was a Quidditch player. Nothing special about her other than that and certainly nothing about her that any man would love. "And I'm going with Wood to the BBQ. I already told him yes. That's what boyfriends and girlfriends do, right? Go to things together or whatever." Honestly she didn't know. Other than Quidditch there had never been another in her life until Oliver came round and decided to woo her. In some ways she was his first in that regard too. At least there they were evenly matched.
"Only because if I tried to hex him I'd probably end up turning myself into a toad or something." Ironically she wasn't very good at magic. It was her Quidditch prowess and skill with a broom that got her by. "Well, that's good. Because I'm not lying to myself." She got up and moved toward the door. "I'm going to go...." Where? "Out." Just out. Get some air. "See you later?"
Post by Alicia Spinnet on Jan 17, 2018 21:46:38 GMT
"Yeah, ok. Just come back in a couple years when you figure it out?" Alicia replied with a smirk, "Just so I can say 'I told you so.' I've been around the block a couple of times, after all. I know things." Well, she didn't have nearly as much experience as she pretended to have, but she just had a bit of a feeling. It didn't take a world-class Auror to see Amelia's feelings, or that there was something brewing between the two of them. It was only a matter of time before the cauldron boiled over, and Alicia was kind of looking forward to the fallout. "You're an amazing person, though. He's lucky to be your friend." Alicia replied firmly. If Lucas had any idea to the contrary, Alicia was more than willing to borrow Weasley's bat and have a go at him. Though, if her feelings were right even that might not be necessary.
Alicia arched an eyebrow skeptically but nodded, giving up for now. "You're happy with Wood." She didn't believe it, but she'd already pushed her luck with Amelia enough tonight. It was probably better to drop it here, before Amelia decided to suffocate Alicia in her sleep. Or anything else that Alicia would be less than pleased to discover when she woke up in the morning. She was a heavy sleeper, after all, and Amelia could be a bit like a cat at night. "Yes, that's what boyfriends and girlfriends do." Alicia was a bit irritated with admitting it, now that she'd made at least a little progress with getting Amelia to admit her feelings. Well, Alicia would drag her back around to eventually. Though, maybe not in so much of an ambush.
"I doubt it, but a good punch might do the trick just as well." Not that Alicia actually thought that Amelia would end up going up against Lucas. "Alright." Alicia shrugged, there wasn't much more that she could do given that it seemed like Amelia just wanted to flee the scene. "I'll see you later. I'll just be here ... doing stuff." Alicia's eyes fell back down to the papers which still cluttered her bed and she sighed. She guessed she'd just have to stop procrastinating now. "Bring me back some brownies from the house elves, please?" Alicia practically begged as she stared after Amelia.
