RADFORD, alice ophelia

[aliceradford]

• ALICE OPHELIA RADFORD •
reach into a pocketful of dreams
now before they fall out of the seams.

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I KNOW THAT I'M ALIVE
the basics
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full name, alice ophelia radford
1990's or 1970's? seventies
nicknames, al, ali, radford, etc.
age, seventeen
birthday, june twenty-eight, ninteen sixty
year, seventh
house, gryffindor
blood status, pureblood
wand, seven and a half inches, ebony, essense of phoenix talon (powerful, excellent for channelling magic)
broom, nimbus 1700

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WHEN YOU CALL ON ME
the appearance
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hair color, Alice's hair replicates her father's, all except the length. Like him, her hair is a dark, beautiful shade of brown, almost black, it really depends on the light and the season. During the winter her hair becomes almost black, but during the summer when she gets more sun, it lightens to an average shade of brown. Her hair holds a nice curl when the proper effort is put to tame it, but it seems to favour tangles more than anything. She keeps her hair long, cascading down her shoulders and to the end of shoulder blades. During class hours and quidditch games, she pulls it back from her face to get it out of the way. She has contemplated cutting her hair short quite a few times, but has yet to make the decision to do so. She hasn’t decided if it would be a bigger problem than what it is now, or if it would simplify things.
eye color, When Alice was born, her parents had been sure that her eyes would take the magnificent green of her mother, but sadly, they had no idea what they wanted to do. Since she was about four, Ali's eyes have stayed in a constant state of change, though they're mostly this odd mixture of yellow, brown and green, they sometimes appear to favour one color more than most. Most of the time, they appear to be a pale shade of green, a green-ish yellow, or a honey-like shade of brown. Her eyes are smaller than normal, almost exotic, with a slight almond-shape to them, and a little deeper set than normal, overshadowed by her prominent cheekbones, and are set a little farther apart than the average.
height, five feet
weight, ninety eight pounds
general appearance Alice has a very childlike, innocence to her. One of the most noticeable things about Alice is her full, round face, it has an almost angelic quality to it. Her face is softly boned, with high and prominent cheek bones that really come out when she smiles, a hereditary trait from her mother’s side. Her facial features are small and pixie-like, including her small button nose which doesn’t come out as far as the average but seems a little longer lengthwise. Her forehead is a little bigger than average, and extends the round shape of her face. Her lips are impeccably full lips to compliment her full face and weak chin. Her eyebrows are thin and her eyelashes dark and long but also thin. Her soft-features, porcelain skin, and round face give her an angelic, doll-like look to her.

Alice's a small girl all around, just above five feet, possibly under, she never gives a straight answer when asked, and anyone who tries to measure her gets a swift kick in the shin. Her height is something she inherited from her mother's side of the family, and she doesn't take much pride in the fact that she's under the average height. She does, however, maintain her pride, and will never let anyone demean her with her height, and will not tolerate any jokes or names based on it. She's a little less shy about her weight. She doesn't work out, and she eats like a pig, but she's thin, hovering around ninety pounds. She isn't really preoccupied with it, she could afford to lose or gain a few pounds here and there, especially when she's at home, her grandmother likes to stuff food down her throat, claiming that she's "far too thin!" Despite her large apetite, running around all the time and keeping up with everything that’s happening, accompanied by her fast metabolism keep her fit. Alice's over all build is the epitome of petite. She's small, but has filled out in all the right places, with visible curves and a slim waist. Her body is soft, with no real definition of muscles, no sharp edges or sickly bones poking out either. The bottom half of her body is slightly longer than her top half, making her legs appear much longer than they are, a feature that doesn’t go unnoticed. Over all, she's just soft and petite, very petite, making her very agile, graceful, and able for her position of seeker. She doesn’t look like much, but she is a force to be reckoned with, and shouldn’t be judged based on her size.

Aside from the distinguishing factors of her face shape, lips, and body type, Alice has few noticeable things about her. Her skin is smooth, and pale, gaining the slightest tan in the summer and giving her a few freckles also. She has a few beauty marks here and there, but her skin remains otherwise unblemished, by natural or other means. Her aptitude at dueling and flying has kept her from receiving too battle scars so far, though she'd like to cover the ones she has with tattoos, either magical or muggle. Both of her ears are pierced once, but she rarely accessorizes them as she finds it a hindrance, she had only peirced them in the beginning to get her mother to stop nagging her. She only wears her specs when reading or doing homework, though her quidditch goggles have a perscription. Her way of moving is also something to note. When walking, running or otherwise, she holds a confidence in herself that most people notice almost instantly. And also, when dueling, her movements are graceful and easy, almost lazy in a sense, because she essentially is. But her movements, during a duel or just normal, are almost cat-like in their own way. She isn’t that much of a noticeable person, she generally blends into the crowd without much particular notice, though members of the opposite sex do find her posterior to be an interesting creation.

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WHEN YOU REACH FOR ME
the personality
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likes,

dislikes,

strengths,

weaknesses,

worst fear, Alice’s worst fear is almost exact replica of herself, only in Death Eater garb, which used to be Slytherin in her schools years. Essentially, her biggest fear is harming the people she loves most and becoming something they hate. Her goal in life is to make everyone happy, and if she were forced to switched sides, it would be one of the greatest disappoints to them. She is extremely loyal, and therefore is afraid of betrayal. She also knows that she has skills that the Death Eaters would like to have, and a power that is tough to rival, and doesn’t wish to use it for bad.
boggart, Being a happy, positive person, brings more pleasant things to her rather than bad ones. She has, though, experienced a few hardships during her life, but one of the worst happened during the summer between third and fourth year. When she arrived on Platform 9 and ¾, it was her grandmother who was waiting for her, not her parents like usual. Her grandma gave her just enough time to put her things at home before taking her to St Mungo’s, where her father had been admitted due to an unknown illness. Alice spent most of her summer in the hospital with her father, going home only to bathe and change her clothes. The healers couldn’t figure out what had made him so sick, and it was the most frightening thing Alice had ever experienced. When the time came for her to go back to school, she refused to go and made a scene in the middle of the hospital. Eventually, her father managed to persuade her to return to school, and she did so only because he wanted it. Her father made it through the winter holidays, but the sickness eventually took him just after Alice returned to school. She was excused from her classes for a few days to attend the funeral, but seemed to remain ultimately unaffected by the death at school, she kept her happy demeanor, knowing that it was what her father would have wanted.
amortenia, gasoline, musk, broom polish, dirt, grass, etc.
sexuality, straight but not afraid to dabble
overall personality, Alice is the kind of girl anyone can like. She’s open and friendly, and just looks welcoming at first sight. She loves meeting people, and can strike up conversation with almost anyone. She enjoys learning about people, and doesn't like leaving people out of groups, she includes everyone, to the best of her abilities. She made a point of knowing everyone who walks the halls of Hogwarts during her years, and knowing them well enough to be able to call them by name and greet them while passing through said halls. She's energetic, and she always likes to stay occupied, whether it be by talking, or doing something with her hands. She will do anything for a friend or family, or even someone who deserves something good to be done for them. She’s a very smiley person, and she loves to make other people happy, and even goes out of her way to do it. She doesn’t think frowns or tears are attractive in anyway, and prefers that people just feel good, and not miserable. She’s like a light shining in dark times. If someone’s sad or hurting, Alice is usually the first one to go and comfort them. She doesn’t like to see people hurting, and carries an aura of soft happiness and sereness around her, always a soft smile on her face and a kind word from her mouth. She is very respectful to her elders, but she doesn’t really like rules and is a bit of a rebel at heart. She understands the necessity of having key rules, but stupid things like curfew, are just waiting for her to break.

She does her very best, at all times, and dislikes when someone gets better than her, this brings us to Al’s competitive side. She can become very aggressive when faced with a challenged, and should never be put in direct competition with another person, for fear of what could happen to them, her certain aptitude at duelling may come into play and threaten their safety. Though she is sweet and kind, she is very competitive and hates being shown up, in anything. She never gives up, and is very persistent when she wants something. She is very stubborn and always stands up for what she believes in, regardless if it’s right or not. She knows that people have very high expectations for her, and she will do her best to attain them. Her main goal is to make everyone happy around her and make the people she loves proud of her. She’s a little bossy and controlling, and should always be listened to or she may go off. She respects other peoples’ opinions, and if they’re better, she’ll go with that, but if her way is the best, you’ll know it, and you should go along with it.

As sweet and kind as she is, Alice is a little stubborn and slightly temperamental. She doesn’t like being told what to do, and doesn’t like having to follow strict guidelines set down for her. She will, however, listen to orders given to her from teachers and carry out what they wish, even if she doesn’t agree with it, but that doesn’t mean that she’ll be happy about it. To her life is beautiful, and life is freedom, you should be able to do whatever you want, and not be ruled or judged by your blood status. Though she does see importance in key rules, and laws, like those against stealing or taking lives, but she really doesn’t see the point in having a curfew, or having to have her room clean. As far a temperance, Alice isn’t really a person to make mad, and it’s really not that hard, she’s got quite the short fuse when she’s in a mood. Quite a few things will set her off, and once she’s in a mood, she’ll stay in her mood for what seems like forever. But usually, after she’s done being prissy and gloomy, she’ll forgive a person right away, she just doesn’t see any gain in holding grudges.

If anything, Alice the artsy type. She loves the original and the beautiful, and finds the most wonderful things in the simplest things in life. She’s not an extravagant person, and isn’t exactly hyper, but she has this ‘bohemian fun’ and ‘different is good’ feel to her. She accepts everything and everyone, and really isn’t a person to discriminate based on blood or skin. She isn’t blind though, and she respects other peoples’ beliefs, and is quite interested in them. She’s quite curious and asks about a million and a half questions when meeting someone new. She isn’t exactly the most organised person, and most of the time her room is a more ‘organised chaos’ simply because she can’t stand solid lines and likes fluidity much more. She's hardly ever on time for anything, and likes sleeping in a being lazy, but she always did her her schoolwork done, and does rather well, though she's no Lily. She doesn’t really take time to study, but things just seem to come to her naturally.

Most of all, Alice is a sweet girl, who hardly ever speaks badly about others without being provoked. She's got the trademark Gryffindor courage, and likes adventures and challenges. She doesn't like being bored, and doesn't sit still. She's passionate with everything she does and always does her best. She's ultimately one of the boys, and has a great sense of humour, and doesn't squeal or whine at a bit of dirt on her jumper, and would prefer a wrestling match in the dirt over a day shopping anytime. She’s actually quite observant, and given that she’s a fast thinker, she can process a situation and look at it from all sides quicker than most. She’s often the person that people come and ask for advice, and she loves to help and give her opinion on things. She’s got a talent at reading people, and can often tell what they’re thinking or if something’s wrong just by looking at them.

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WHEN YOU BLESS THE DAY
the history
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mother & family, Alice Branwen Radford (née Andrews) ;; forty-two ;; International Confederation of Wizards

The relationship between Alice and Alice is... complicated. Alice Sr had always wanted children, girls especially, because she herself was a perfect lady and loved everything a girl should. However, when Alice began to grow up, her mother quickly realized that her daughter wasn’t going to be a lady like she intended her to be. She didn’t hate her daughter, she loved her just like Alice loved her mother, but there was always a distance between them as they didn’t connect on many levels. They rarely showed emotion other than anger toward each other, and fought quite a bit. The only time Alice ever saw, and sees, the love her mother has for her, is when she is sick or hurt and her mother takes care of her. She loves her mother, she does, but they just don’t see eye to eye on most things.
father & family, Neville Percival Radford ;; forty-five ;; deceased ;; Interrogator in the Wizengamot

Alice grew up under the watchful eyes of her father, and grew very close to him. She's quite the daddy's girl, and loved her father more than anything else in the world. To her, her father represented everything a person should be, kind, patient, caring, and everything that she believes she isn't. He was a fair, just man who regularly mediated the quarrels between his daughter and wife. Alice’s father taught her everything she knows, and she wished that he could see how she was doing now. Her goal was always to make him happy and proud of her. Her father was always there for Alice, even when he was busy and didn't have much time, he made time for her, like she did for him. When Alice started growing her circle of friends, she didn't forget her father, and spent their regular traditions of going to Honeydukes together, and building a snowman during the first snow.
siblings, Alice is an only child.
overall history, It was in April of 1958 that the pureblood wizard Neville Radford married one woman of the name Alice Andrews, as set up by their parents when they were both only children. The ceremony had been large and extravagant, Alice had always been a more ostentatious woman than her husband, just like the rest of the Andrews females she liked everything bigger and better, seeing as they weren’t known for their large stature. The wedding was held in a large clearing, bordered by flowers on every side, and the guests were served only the best Goblin-made wines and exquisite foods from other lands. Alice spent most of the night entertaining her guests and making them happy, a trait that she would pass down to her daughter, born the year after. Before the birth of their daughter in the following June, Alice and Percival had attempted to conceive another child, only to miscarry a few months into the pregnancy. Alice longed for a child; perhaps it was the pressure from her family, society, or just her own will. She just knew that it was the thing that would make her life complete. She wanted a beautiful baby girl that she could dress up in beautiful gowns, play dolls with, do her hair. She knew that her husband didn’t care whether it was a boy or a girl, but they both wanted a child with almost the same longing.

The Radfords’ Christmas present came early, just a few weeks before the holiday itself, when they found out that Alice was a few months along in a new pregnancy. This time, she wasn’t going to lose the baby. She did absolutely everything the healers told her to do; took the potions, went to the classes, ate what was proper, she let nothing escape her this time. She progressed through the months like any regular pregnant woman, craving this and that and demanding it from her husband, going through more mood swings than usual, feeling stressed and tired. She finally went into labour on the twenty-seventh of June, and spent over twenty-four hours in the hospital, in pain and waiting to have her child. The couple had known for a while that they were going to have a girl, and had spent weeks preparing a nursery, decorating it with pinks and gold, perfect for a little lady. What Alice didn’t count on, however, was the excruciating pain that came with giving birth to her daughter. She had always been more sensitive to pain than most, and in her agony decided that she was going to punish her daughter, to remind her and keep her in debt forever what she was doing to her.

And thus the name Ophelia came to mind. Alice didn’t like the name, she found it too blatantly showy and somewhat gaudy, and if she raised her daughter the right way, she too would come do dislike it. So, when the witch from the Ministry came to register their daughter into the files, it was the name she gave her husband. He, of course, knowing his wife and the way she would slip once she realized what she had done, put it upon himself to give her a reasonable name, but for the life of him couldn’t think of anything and just settled with Alice. Once his wife came to her sense, she was actually quite thankful, for the name change and for her baby. She was a small baby, weighing less than she should have, but was otherwise healthy and just an average miracle. She was a sweet-looking child, with big, wide green eyes, a sweet face and a large smile. She gave a mighty screech, and her parents both knew that she was going to be a big talker.

Alice’s first toddler years were prosperous, she was a curious child an learned very quickly, picking up on things almost instantly. The Radfords soon realized that their daughter had a love for everything, especially crying and gurgling. She was naturally curious, and always looking around every new place they brought her. She learned to speak quickly and began talking incessantly. It didn’t take long for Alice to realize that she and her mother wouldn’t get along very well. Since she began to talk, Alice verbally opposed things her mother said and would refuse her orders. Alice was only three when her father had to officiate the first official quarrel, which ended in her mother’s obvious win. A three-year-old just couldn’t compare to her mother in terms of knowledge and persuasion. That wouldn’t be the last time that the Radford females would go head to head, and it was the beginning of a long series of verbal quarrels about anything and everything. They would pick at each other, yell at each other, and demean the other for the next eight years, with Percival as the mediator, until Alice went off to school.

While growing up, Alice remained much closer to her father, doing more things with him than her mother. Her father introduced her to many things in the Wizarding world, and one of her favourite things in the entire world; Drooble’s Best Blowing Gum. She was turning eight that week when her father brought her to Hogsmeade and foremost to Honeydukes, something that he later explained that his father had done, and his father before him. It seemed that the Radford family had always held a certain sweet tooth, from the way her father explained it, it was as if her family had single-handedly financed the store. She had always noticed the box of Bertie Botts that were permanently placed all around her house. Her father let her pick anything she wanted, and she selected a few things, but chose a packet of Drooble’s Best Blowing Gum first. Later that day, she and her father were huddled up on her bed, chewing on the gum and filling her room with pale blue, shiny bubbles, that she later found out wouldn’t pop for days. When they were ready to pop, her father joined her, and they spent a few hours laughing and popping them with pins they took from her mother’s sewing basket. This is what began Alice’s great love for bubble gum, and why she constantly keeps it near; it reminds her of her father and family traditions.

When she turned eleven, she once again returned to Hogsmeade with her father, like she had many times since her eighth birthday, but this time it was with her mother. And not just for fun. Oh no, the Radfords meant business. Alice had gotten her letter of acceptance into Hogwarts, and the family was going together, a rare thing, to get her school supplies. It was then that Alice sought out her wand, which took much longer than her mother would have liked. They had been in Ollivander’s shop for over two hours when Mister Ollivander himself decided that drastic measures needed to be taken. Ebony was not a common wand wood, but it was highly regarded as one of the most powerful, and dangerous in the wrong hands. Mister Ollivander didn’t put these wands into just anyone’s hands, but he did so with Alice. It was one of a smaller, thinner size, complete with the enchantment with phoenix talon, a powerful core with a particular affinity for channelling the magic of the user exceptionally well. Needless to say, this wand was the perfect fit.

Equipped with her wand, and various other necessities needed for her to complete first year at Hogwarts, Alice was sent off on the Hogwarts Express to fend for herself like the other first years and already established students. Now, Alice had always been small for her age, but that didn’t mean that she couldn’t take care of herself, and anyone else who came along. It didn’t take her long to make friends on the train, gathering quite a few people into her compartment with her naturally attracting personality. She had accumulated a group of almost eight people in the small space when the Trolley went by, sending Alice into a frenzy and everyone else from the compartment in giggles. Her purchase? A packet of Drooble’s and some Bertie Bott’s; she’d need her father with her if she was going to go through the sorting process without having a fit and surviving the rest of the day. The first years were eventually unloaded from the train and into the boats, and brought into the castle. The sight of it wowed Alice, and even though she didn’t have the same tastes as her mother, she instantly fell in love with it.

She was led into the Great Hall with the rest of the first years for sorting and the feast. Her name was fairly high up on the list, but she got to see quite a few people go and be placed into their own house before it was her turn. She sat down on the chair, nervous but not visibly shaken, after all, this was just another adventure, right? The Sorting Hat was placed on her head, and she could feel it sifting through her mind.

“Hmm... Pureblood, excellent candidate for Slytherin,” it grumbled out, years of use having aged the voice. She couldn’t help but feel offended; why should anyone be judged based on their blood? Shouldn’t everyone be equal? Or was the Hat just getting lazy and taking the easy way out.

“Ah, right here... loyal, very much so, and kind... though not good at finding things,” it grumbled out again, and Alice couldn’t help but look over at the Hufflepuff table. They looked nice and welcoming, but somehow boring, and Alice knew she wouldn’t fit in there. She grumbled a little in her mind while the Sorting Hat did its prodding, but otherwise remained silent, a rather unusual thing for her.

Suddenly, the Hat simply shouted “Gryffindor!” without any explanation or warning and a string of wild applause erupted in the Hall, like it did for every other student who was sorted. She could only grin and make her way to the table, where people surrounded her and started endless chatter.

Much of Alice’s school days were spent this way, surrounded by friends and always talking. She quickly became well-loved by most of the students, known for her friendliness and welcoming aura. Her days were average, with better than average grades, but full of laughter and smiles, and running to and from class, and from teachers. She did her best to stay out of trouble, she honestly did, but sometimes the Slytherins were just asking for it; someone needed to put them in their place, and Alice was just the person to do it. Her aptitude at duelling didn’t go unnoticed, and she strived in classes such as Charms and DADA, while others like Arithmancy and Astronomy just didn’t go over well for her. She had actually received a failing grade in the latter during her third year, she had tried, but stars weren’t her thing, and got off the Express at the end of that year expecting a scolding from both of her parents. She waded through the crowd, looking for any signs of either one of her parents, but couldn’t find either. The platform was getting a little deserted when she spotted her grandmother Enid, who called out to her immediately, apparating the both of them to Alice’s house and letting her put her things down, before meeting her grandfather Myrddin on the street and making their way over to St Mungo’s.

During the whole trip, neither of the elders spoke of what was going on, and ignored Alice’s questions by asking their own about school and the like. She did get the scolding over her Astronomy grade, but not from the people she expected. They led her up to the room that her father was in. She still rambled on with her questions, but Alice continued to not receive any answers, and it was infuriating. She came to learn the Healers didn’t know what was wrong with her father, and couldn’t do anything to help him. She hardly left the hospital that summer, leaving only when she was forced to for the necessities of living. Both she and her mother stayed by her father the whole time, making sure one of them was with him at all times. The summer drew to a close, and Alice put up a fight with going back, saying that she’d rather be with her family and her father than away from them at school. Even though her father was sick, he still mediated the fight between she and her mother, making sure it didn’t get out of hand. She only decided to return once her father told her that he’d rather have her there than stuck in the hospital with him, and assured her that he’d still be there when she came to visit during the Christmas holidays.

He held true to his promise, he was still alive and breathing when she came for the holidays, and when she left to return to school. However, it was just a few weeks later that she was pulled from classes at the request of her mother to attend the funeral of her father who died while she was in class. She didn’t mind having to catch up after she returned, but she was scared to face her mother. It was at the funeral that she saw her mother cry for the first and last time, the one time they saw eye to eye on anything, and had actually acted like mother and daughter, holding each other while close friends and family members poured Bertie Bott’s Every Flavoured Beans over his coffin. She hadn’t expected her mother to be affected like she was; their marriage was arranged after all, but apparently her mother had grown quite fond of her father during their many years of marriage together. Alice spent her last night at home blowing blue bubbles and crying.

When she returned to Hogwarts, her happy demeanor wasn’t phased. She knew her father, and the worst thing to honour his memory was to be depressed and sad about it constantly. No, the proper way to keep him alive was by quietly mourning, her father had never made a big show of anything. Since that night when she blew the bubbles by herself in her room, Alice has kept gum with her at all times, and chews it at least one time a day, and her apartment has bowls full of Bertie Bott’s in every room. Sure, she cried herself to sleep sometimes, palled when people spoke of their fathers, and wouldn’t answer any questions about her gum-chewing habit, but she didn’t want to be sad, and she didn’t like it; people had had much worse things happen to them, she wasn’t going to fret over something like a single death forever. She remained the same person she was before, and did so for the remainder of her years at school. She was a member of the duelling club, and loved to play Quidditch, and continues to play for her house in the position of seeker, a thing she'd quite good at considering her compact and streamline figure.

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I GET WINGS TO FLY
the player
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name/alias, dell
gender, femme fatale!
age, sixteen
method of contact, everything is on my house (:
other characters, invisible man, one hundred thousand years old, attends pigfats
experience, four years now
how you found us, proboards support, i believe
roleplay sample.

With a small shiver Poppy dropped her pencil and rubbed both hands on her forearms in attempt to warm herself. As she did this, her eyes glanced up from her page and to the subject of her previous scrutiny. Art was something Poppy was quite passionate about. Just as some students were passionate about their studies or quidditch, Alice found solace in her pencils and paints, papers and canvases. Sure, it was an odd habit, or talent rather, for someone who could perform magic to develop, but she found that it calmed her whenever she was told she was getting too excited. Today had just been one of those incidents; she’d been bouncing around the Great Hall in the early hours of the morning, before a professor, she couldn’t remember which, had told her to calm herself before coming back into the hall. Begrudgingly, Poppy made her way out, still bouncing on the balls of her toes. She wasn’t always overly hyper, but she had slept very well last night, and had plenty of energy.

After running around the staircases a few times, she found herself in the Hufflepuff common room alone with nothing to do, as everyone was still eating breakfast. What a pity, a gorgeous Saturday morning and Poppy was already at a lack of activities. She sat on one of their squishy couches, but only for a moment before she started fidgeting and feeling restless. At this rate she was going to drive herself mad. In a loud huff, she stalked around her room, pacing, knowing exactly what she needed to go, but not able to form it into a complete thought. She knew she needed to just relax for a while, but one could only spend so many years at Hogwarts without capturing every bit of it on paper. Her book and pencils were in her hands before she made a decision, and she resigned herself to the fact that she’d be inspired on her small adventure outside.

And that is how Miss Poppy Longbottom, the social butterfly of Hogwarts, came to be alone on a bright and breezy October morning, sprawled out on the grass near the Whomping Willow, doing her best to capture the ever-moving tree. It was a stubborn thing, she had to admit, it did not listen to her at all when she asked it to stop moving for a moment. (Not that she was crazy and talked to her plants all the time... right... and even if she did, was that so bad?) Her hands and eyes didn’t move nearly fast enough to capture the enchanted tree. As hard as she tried, she just couldn’t. And she would not resort to hexing it still either. After all, that would ruin all the fun of fighting with the tree.

Ten minutes later and her tongue was nearly touching her nose, her eyes were beginning to water from concentrating and squinting. Her cheeks were puffed out in determination and her eyebrows furrowed together. It was evident that she had almost had enough of the tree when it finally froze. Green orbs went wide with surprise, and her mouth dropped open before letting out a cry of accomplishment. “Yes! Success! It stopped moving! I knew if I just kept it up it would give in! Nothing beats Pop-Why are you moving again!?” It would seem she has spoken too soon. “Arrgh! You stupid tree!” abruptly, she stood up and threw her tools to the ground. “I give up!” she placed her hands on her hips and tried to appear intimidating to a tree with no eyes. “I was trying to do something nice for you and you completely ignore the small thing I needed you to do! You’re such a meanie!” and with her final statement, she stuck her tongue out defiantly.

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I CAN TOUCH THE SKY
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