date: july 28th, 1979, afternoon location: ministry of magic, meeting room status: closed to @blxckhound
There’s not much she can do to fight to prove her innocence when cooped up with another of the accused ( one whom she’s certain is just as innocent as she is ). It’s the inability to rise into action that’s driving her absolutely bonkers. Alice is a nervous sort -- anxiety a constant presence in her day-to-day activities. With the sort of pressure placed upon her shoulders ( some self-imposed, but plenty of weight laid upon her by others as well ), it’d be odd if she didn’t experience the feeling. But now ? Her stress level was OFF THE CHARTS. It’d be a miracle put into place by Merlin himself if she managed to make it through the day without a premature heart attack.
She’s taken to pacing the room -- irritating, she knows -- but she can’t bring herself to stop. At least she’s moving rather than sitting idly bye while her fate gets taken out of her own hands. That’s the part that bothers her most -- not that she’s been accused ( which, sure, is awful in it’s own right ), but that she’s not in control of the situation. Alice is accustomed to making her own fate, rather than leaving it in the hands of the unknown.
“ --- they can’t keep us here forever,” she says aloud, more to herself, than her companion. It helps -- reasoning with herself -- or at least, she hopes it will. “ . . . can they ?”
