Alice was still wearing the black dress she had worn that morning under her school robes. She sat in the common room attempting to do the potions work she had missed the day before, even though Slughorn had told her it didn't have to be done. She didn't want pity, it wasn't her style. Niether was staying home and grieving. Her father had been ( Read more... )

Alice had been waiting at 8am sharp in infirmary for her father. She had packed a small bag and a a few books, figuring she would, if nothing else need the distraction. He had arrived shortly before nine, his greying hair looking worse for wear, and his eyes hauntingly hollow. He hadn't said much to her on the trip to St. Mungos but that wasn't ( Read more... )

Alice watched the sun set from the small hill on the west lawn. Her arms wrapped around herself, she smiled as the first stars began to make themselves visable in the fading light ( Read more... )

One more afternoon of potions and I am going to hex myself. Alice drug herslef toward the class with certain dread. She could hear the clanking of caldrons and the soft tinkering of the vials as students began gathering supplies for whatever potion must have been written on the board. She meandered around the doorway, walking into the almost full

Alice entered the great hall timidly. The towering pillars and high ceilings had always made her feel so small. She sat down at a Gryffindor table several seats down from the nearest student. She had planned to study but she found herself unable to concentrate on anything other than the quidditch game coming up. She grabbed her play book and began ( Read more... )

But for a day of gentle cold,
less harsh than this icy death which hold up captive.
I miss the green; replaced with endless gray.
Mourning Summer's passing, as the snow falls today.Alice put her quill down and stared out the window melancholy as ever. She had never much enjoyed winter, and now that she had become more and more interested in ( Read more... )