Alice Hills
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For Alice, the boring sense of the first few weeks without lessons was beyond frustrating. She wanted to learn, to get stuck into a book where she could lose herself to the work she loved. Already she had read the book given to the second years, and sighing as she pushed it back into her bag for the hundredth time, she scuffed her feet up the grand staircase. It had been ages since she had been down all the corridors, and feeling in 'one of those moods' she pushed open the door to the Fifth floor corridor quietly and slipped inside. It was the middle of the day, and many people were outside, the first years looking around the grounds and the older students meeting up. Looking idly out of the window to where the sun streamed across the great lawn like a corridor of light, she smiled at the scene that greeted her eyes. Couples greeting and kissing, young kids chasing each other around and others looking suspiciously into the forbidden forests, its mysterious shadows luring them in. Raising her eyebrows into a smirk, she pushed her long dark hair behind her ear and twirled a curl around her finger absentmindedly. Twisting it into another bigger curl, she let them both go and leaned her head against the cool frame of the window. Smiling as she continued to watch the ongoing scenes, she began to think of her own 'relationship'. It was a friendship really, and however nice George was as a character, she felt that it wasn't working and that it was a 'young love' where they had just believed in it. The idea was starting to become uncomfortable for Alice, and wondering how she was going to talk to George about this, she sighed to herself, she small sound escaping her rose-bud lips and whispering around the corridor.
There was no one else at all in sight and greeting this fact with another smile, she stepped on her tiptoes and sat on the ledge that was next to the stained-glass window. Shuffling around until she was completely comfortable, she smiled to herself and drew her feet up, putting them to rest on the other side of the wall. If there was anything good about being small, it was that she could slip into small places, unseen and unneeded else-where. Yes, it was incredibly awkward sometimes, especially when she needed to get things from high shelves as her job demanded, but it was fine most of the time with the use of magic and ladders. Laughing to herself out-loud as the thought occurred to herself, she began to muse on the fact of her job. The chance had arisen, and finding a streak of almost arrogant confidence, she had gone into Ollivanders and approached the shopkeeper, asking for a job. She had filled out an application, unsure whether to be humiliated or proud of her muggle job that she labeled on it, but she had received the job and was being paid well. She was incredibly young to have a job, but the shop was busy all the time, she was efficient and picked up the way quickly and the shopkeeper didn't mind so it was settled. This would restrain the pressure from her parents to stop sending it to her, and happy with everything that her life was bringing now, she returned to the window scene. Watching it quietly, she returned to twirling her hair, her thoughts wandering and wandering, getting lost in imaginations and dreams, unsure what was reality and what was only a hopeful thought.
There was no one else at all in sight and greeting this fact with another smile, she stepped on her tiptoes and sat on the ledge that was next to the stained-glass window. Shuffling around until she was completely comfortable, she smiled to herself and drew her feet up, putting them to rest on the other side of the wall. If there was anything good about being small, it was that she could slip into small places, unseen and unneeded else-where. Yes, it was incredibly awkward sometimes, especially when she needed to get things from high shelves as her job demanded, but it was fine most of the time with the use of magic and ladders. Laughing to herself out-loud as the thought occurred to herself, she began to muse on the fact of her job. The chance had arisen, and finding a streak of almost arrogant confidence, she had gone into Ollivanders and approached the shopkeeper, asking for a job. She had filled out an application, unsure whether to be humiliated or proud of her muggle job that she labeled on it, but she had received the job and was being paid well. She was incredibly young to have a job, but the shop was busy all the time, she was efficient and picked up the way quickly and the shopkeeper didn't mind so it was settled. This would restrain the pressure from her parents to stop sending it to her, and happy with everything that her life was bringing now, she returned to the window scene. Watching it quietly, she returned to twirling her hair, her thoughts wandering and wandering, getting lost in imaginations and dreams, unsure what was reality and what was only a hopeful thought.