- Messages
- 482
- OOC First Name
- Clairey
- Blood Status
- Half Blood
- Relationship Status
- Too Young to Care
- Wand
- Curly 12 1/2 Inch Rigid Willow Wand with Fairy Wing Core
- Age
- 11
Freddie strolled across the sunny lawn, hands loose in his pockets. His first flying lesson had gone all right, he thought. All his worrying had, as usual, been for nothing. There was still the issue of what he was going to do next week, when Professor Alcott inevitably wanted the whole class in the air, but that was a whole seven days away. Right now, Freddie was celebrating small victories. He’d commanded his broom, and he’d talked to some boys, and he hadn’t got mad at anybody and he wasn’t in detention. Sheesh. If he wasn’t careful, he’d start earning house points. Imagine that! Freddie Lagowski, a good kid. His aunt would keel over from shock.
He was looking down, watching the grass pass under his feet, when in the corner of his vision something sparkled. Head tilted, he leaned over. Happy Birthday. Confetti? Someone had obviously had a party on the lawn, because there was confetti everywhere, amongst other scraps of litter. Ew. It was the plastic sort. What happened to wizards’ trash, he wondered? Did it end up in a landfill? Or was there some big magical incinerator somewhere that just deleted everything? Either way, he couldn’t help but imagine bits of confetti floating about in the sea, getting eaten up by fish. He stooped and picked a few pieces up. It was going to take him ages to collect them all, but he didn’t have anywhere better to be, and anyway, it made him feel useful. He was making the place look nice for the next person who walked past. He’d figure out what to do with the confetti later.
He was looking down, watching the grass pass under his feet, when in the corner of his vision something sparkled. Head tilted, he leaned over. Happy Birthday. Confetti? Someone had obviously had a party on the lawn, because there was confetti everywhere, amongst other scraps of litter. Ew. It was the plastic sort. What happened to wizards’ trash, he wondered? Did it end up in a landfill? Or was there some big magical incinerator somewhere that just deleted everything? Either way, he couldn’t help but imagine bits of confetti floating about in the sea, getting eaten up by fish. He stooped and picked a few pieces up. It was going to take him ages to collect them all, but he didn’t have anywhere better to be, and anyway, it made him feel useful. He was making the place look nice for the next person who walked past. He’d figure out what to do with the confetti later.