dreds4prez: 'licia?
the_alicia_spinnet: Usually.
dreds4prez: Hello, luv. How are you?
the_alicia_spinnet: Been better. You?
dreds4prez: I'm okay. Recovering from a visit to my parents, but okay.
the_alicia_spinnet: Oh, that good?
dreds4prez: Two parents, three older sisters, and I've just been ill. I
don't want to be doted on in the next few weeks. **grin**
the_alicia_spinnet: ::smiles weakly:: Being doted on too much is the
least of your problems around here.
dreds4prez: **frown** Something wrong?
the_alicia_spinnet: ::too quickly:: No, no.
dreds4prez: 'licia, I know you better than that. If you don't want to
talk to me about it, I understand, but don't lie. **frown**
the_alicia_spinnet: ::unconvincingly:: Would I lie to you?
dreds4prez: I don't know. Would you?
the_alicia_spinnet: That actually fucking hurts, Lee.
dreds4prez: yeah, well, I don't like it when my friends lie to me.
the_alicia_spinnet: And I don't like it when my friends don't have any
faith in me.
dreds4prez: Fine, fine. I believe you. There's absolutely nothing wrong.
the_alicia_spinnet: If you're going to be like that there's no point in
us even having a conversation.
dreds4prez: I ... I'm sorry, 'licia, I just. I'm sorry.
the_alicia_spinnet: Right. ::awkward:: Apology accepted.
dreds4prez: Thanks. **sigh** I seem to be doing a lot of apologising
lately.
the_alicia_spinnet: Oh?
dreds4prez: Yeah, George wasn't too happy about being suspended from
Quidditch.
the_alicia_spinnet: ::sarcastically:: Oh yeah, because that was totally
your fault. 
dreds4prez: **shrug** Partially. I did rat them out.
the_alicia_spinnet: You're right. Probably would've been best if you
hadn't and someone had got killed. Stupid idea.
dreds4prez: You know, you're not really helping me believe there's
nothing wrong, here.
the_alicia_spinnet: Shall we put it this way? There's nothing wrong you
can do anything about, so let's leave it at that.
dreds4prez: All right. You know I'm here if there's anything I can do,
right?
the_alicia_spinnet: ::smiles slightly:: And what would your specialist
area be?
dreds4prez: Um. I can cook?
the_alicia_spinnet: If I ever need a chef in an emergency, I'll be sure
to owl you.
dreds4prez: Just remember to pay me. **grin**
the_alicia_spinnet: ::laughs:: That's how rumours start.
dreds4prez: Hey, nothing necessarily wrong with rumours.
the_alicia_spinnet: What, even if they're not true?
dreds4prez: Sometimes, especially if they're not true. 
the_alicia_spinnet: I beg to differ.
dreds4prez: I did say "sometimes".
the_alicia_spinnet: Yes, you did. How silly of me to overlook that.
dreds4prez: You were just distracted by my charming personality.
the_alicia_spinnet: Was I?
dreds4prez: Trust me, you were. **serious nod**
the_alicia_spinnet: I should watch out for that, huh?
dreds4prez: Yes, you should. **dramatic sigh** I just cannot have a
conversation with a lady without inadvretedly distracting her.
the_alicia_spinnet: ...who told you that?
the_alicia_spinnet: Are you sure they were referring to your
personality?
dreds4prez: Are you implying I'm not charming? My dear, you wound me.
the_alicia_spinnet: Well, I'll have to leave you to lick your wounds,
then, because I have to get going. I'm sure you can find someone to
comfort someone as charming as yourself.
dreds4prez: You know, you never struck me as the hutr 'm and leave 'em
type, 'licia. ;) I'll talk to you later!
the_alicia_spinnet: How little you know of me ::grins:: Bye!