Alice Hills
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Wandering the halls of Beauxbatons had become a past-time for Alice. At Hogwarts it had been drawing, but here, she found it was relaxing and freeing to wander. The halls didn't work in the ordered fashion of the Hogwarts' halls, but instead twisted and wound around, to make it a rabbit's hole to work through. This had annoyed, confused and angered Alice when she had first arrived, for reasons she didn't understand. It seemed that she had been late to every lesson, and none of her professors allowed this after the first week. A mountain sized pile of homework to catch up on greeted her every evening after her short detention. This rebellious streak had surprised herself, having received no detentions at Hogwarts. In fact, it had only put her off the school to a greater extent. However, it had taught her the lesson, and having quickly aquired a hand-scribbled map by a friendly 2nd year, she made it her mission to discover her way around. Things had a tendancy to work differently here, such as standing up when a professor entered a room or before they sat, the French greeting of a small kiss on either cheek that still made Alice blush, and taking her OWLs a year later than she had planned to. In fact, for her, it had originally been 2 years later. Being made to resit her 5th year at the school was a small embarrassment for the Ravenclaw and she desired to be back at her home even more, until the Professors had recently decided to change her back to the 6th year. She would be sitting her exams at the end of the next semester, but she needed to catch up more. Beauxbatons made them take half the subjects to NEWT level and Alice was a little behind. Things had been different back at Hogwarts, back at home. The topic of home seemed to regularly appear in Alice's thoughts, and she found that the title wasn't given to the house where her family were living in the South of France, but instead to the halls, the rooms and the castle that others called Hogwarts New Zealand. It was her home. It was the place where she felt most comfortable, where she would drift to whilst daydreaming, and where her heart lay.
It was a crisp morning at the beginning of the 2nd semester and Alice had moved into the 6th year suddenly. She had made few friends last year, but the 5 people she knew were sound friends and very good allies in the scheme of the school. They understood her and she felt free to talk to them, free to express herself, free to relax with them. It was a lovely environment her room, which she shared with Meera and Charlotte. The large spacious area filled with comfy sofas and cushions was a sanctuary in this turmoil of a life. Her books were sprawled lovingly upon the shared bookcase and her bed had luxurious bedsheets on. Her whole existence at Beaux had seemed to have improved since meeting friends who made brilliant impressions upon her. Her life was beginning to grow back together. Beginning to. She knew deep down, in a part of her being that she couldn't describe, that she would only learn to love the castle when she let go of Hogwarts. It had been a huge part of her life, and she sincerely wished to return as soon as her education was over, but for now, this was her school. Letting the thoughts chase each other around her mind, Alice carried on wandering, unsure where her feet were taking her. Arriving in an empty classroom, Alice whipped out her wand. Flicking it, she made a comfy armchair appear - a recent spell that she had been working on. Curling up on it, she shut the door and opened the book she was carrying. It was a book on Wandlore, the subject that thrilled the young lady most, but a subject that wasn't taught in great detail until full NEWT level. It was time for her to begin to catch up though. Keira Potter had offered her some work again in Ollivander's and Alice was delighted, feeling that this could be an amazing opportunity for her in this area of work that so intrigued her.
It was a crisp morning at the beginning of the 2nd semester and Alice had moved into the 6th year suddenly. She had made few friends last year, but the 5 people she knew were sound friends and very good allies in the scheme of the school. They understood her and she felt free to talk to them, free to express herself, free to relax with them. It was a lovely environment her room, which she shared with Meera and Charlotte. The large spacious area filled with comfy sofas and cushions was a sanctuary in this turmoil of a life. Her books were sprawled lovingly upon the shared bookcase and her bed had luxurious bedsheets on. Her whole existence at Beaux had seemed to have improved since meeting friends who made brilliant impressions upon her. Her life was beginning to grow back together. Beginning to. She knew deep down, in a part of her being that she couldn't describe, that she would only learn to love the castle when she let go of Hogwarts. It had been a huge part of her life, and she sincerely wished to return as soon as her education was over, but for now, this was her school. Letting the thoughts chase each other around her mind, Alice carried on wandering, unsure where her feet were taking her. Arriving in an empty classroom, Alice whipped out her wand. Flicking it, she made a comfy armchair appear - a recent spell that she had been working on. Curling up on it, she shut the door and opened the book she was carrying. It was a book on Wandlore, the subject that thrilled the young lady most, but a subject that wasn't taught in great detail until full NEWT level. It was time for her to begin to catch up though. Keira Potter had offered her some work again in Ollivander's and Alice was delighted, feeling that this could be an amazing opportunity for her in this area of work that so intrigued her.