Post by Deleted on Jul 31, 2014 17:12:18 GMT -7
Alice was late. There was no other way to describe it. She had woken up late, got dressed late, and even couldn't find her wand (it ended up being under her pillow.) Alice was normally a morning person, oddly enough. Many people would find that hard to believe, but she loved waking up most mornings and going to class to see her friends. Particularly her best friend, James Potter. However, she would never let on about that being the highlight of her day. She had not told anyone. Not a soul. Well, except her father. He usually knew that to say in times like these. But aside from her dad, Alice had not mentioned her feelings for James to anyone. Not even her best girl friend, Elodie. Elodie, too, was one of James' good friends, and Alice was unsure of how she would take it. Alice knows about she and James' past, and their tendencies to flirt and be extra friendly with one another, but other than that she wasn't sure how Elodie felt about James either. Perhaps it was something they soon needed to discuss. Now if only Alice could pluck of the courage to do so.
Upon entering the Great Hall, Alice found it was mostly empty. Breakfast was basically over, except for a few pastries now. Alice wasn't feeling all that hungry anyway, so with a sigh she made her way to her regular spot. At breakfast, hardly anyone followed the "house" table rule. It was like free range in the mornings, so Alice usually sat with her Gryffindor friends. It was funny how Alice had so badly wanted to be a Ravenclaw all her life but ended up in Hufflepuff, because aside from Carcer, none of her friends were Hufflepuffs. They were all Gryffindors. Sometimes Alice figured she was only sorted into Hufflepuff because of her mother, who was also a Hufflepuff. She knew the Sorting Hat sometimes took that into account. Alice looked around the hall, not seeing any of her friends. Perhaps they had all already eaten, but then again the Gryffindors were late risers.
Alice sat herself down away from anyone else, at the middle of one of the large tables. She felt a wriggle from within her robe pocket and smiled to herself. Fizzio. She reached into her pocket and pulled out her Care of Magical Creatures assignment: a custard colored Pygmy Puff, whom she had named Fizzio. She had fallen in love with Fizzio over the last couple of days. He was quiet and peaceful, so Alice carried him everywhere she went. After all, she kind of had to if she wanted to protect him from the cats of Hogwarts, particularly her own, Oscar, who had shown quite an interest in trying to play with Fizzio in a not so friendly manner. She set the Pygmy Puff down on the table in front of her and she grabbed a cinnamon scone. Alice ripped off a tiny corner piece and gently held it out to the puff, who made a purring sound before accepting the food.
Fizzio nuzzled against Alice's hand and she smiled again. Alice loved animals more than anything, and she was truly falling in love with this little puff. She was actually highly considering asking Professor Bates if she could perhaps keep Fizzio, instead of turning him back in when the assignment was over. Professor Bates should have known that Alice Longbottom would get attached to the poor thing so quickly. Alice pet the puff gently as she began to munch upon the scone herself, taking tiny pieces between every bite and handing one to Fizzio so he could eat as well.
@elodiewood
Upon entering the Great Hall, Alice found it was mostly empty. Breakfast was basically over, except for a few pastries now. Alice wasn't feeling all that hungry anyway, so with a sigh she made her way to her regular spot. At breakfast, hardly anyone followed the "house" table rule. It was like free range in the mornings, so Alice usually sat with her Gryffindor friends. It was funny how Alice had so badly wanted to be a Ravenclaw all her life but ended up in Hufflepuff, because aside from Carcer, none of her friends were Hufflepuffs. They were all Gryffindors. Sometimes Alice figured she was only sorted into Hufflepuff because of her mother, who was also a Hufflepuff. She knew the Sorting Hat sometimes took that into account. Alice looked around the hall, not seeing any of her friends. Perhaps they had all already eaten, but then again the Gryffindors were late risers.
Alice sat herself down away from anyone else, at the middle of one of the large tables. She felt a wriggle from within her robe pocket and smiled to herself. Fizzio. She reached into her pocket and pulled out her Care of Magical Creatures assignment: a custard colored Pygmy Puff, whom she had named Fizzio. She had fallen in love with Fizzio over the last couple of days. He was quiet and peaceful, so Alice carried him everywhere she went. After all, she kind of had to if she wanted to protect him from the cats of Hogwarts, particularly her own, Oscar, who had shown quite an interest in trying to play with Fizzio in a not so friendly manner. She set the Pygmy Puff down on the table in front of her and she grabbed a cinnamon scone. Alice ripped off a tiny corner piece and gently held it out to the puff, who made a purring sound before accepting the food.
Fizzio nuzzled against Alice's hand and she smiled again. Alice loved animals more than anything, and she was truly falling in love with this little puff. She was actually highly considering asking Professor Bates if she could perhaps keep Fizzio, instead of turning him back in when the assignment was over. Professor Bates should have known that Alice Longbottom would get attached to the poor thing so quickly. Alice pet the puff gently as she began to munch upon the scone herself, taking tiny pieces between every bite and handing one to Fizzio so he could eat as well.
@elodiewood