Post by aliceradford on Jun 11, 2011 14:03:44 GMT -5
One thing that should probably be noted about Alice Radford was that she didn’t take well to being put down. She was small enough as it is without other people making her feel like it. When she was confronted in such a situation, well... she didn’t react well to put it simply. Usually, she’d push back as much as she could, then it would escalate to magic, and she’d be in detention. Yes, she could get violent, but she was defending her honour and her pride, and that was important to her, especially when it involved her house as it usually did. Alice was unbelievably loyal to her house for a non-Hufflepuff, and she took great pride in it. So when a Slytherin came around, talking badly about them, she couldn’t help but get on that and react quickly.
Considering it was her last year at school, she’d been trying to avoid trouble when she could, and was in turn trying to keep herself from lashing out on people, as much as some of them deserved it. Gradually over the years she’d spent more and more time in trouble, usually not in detention because she was fairly good at justifying and getting out of it (not to mention her best friend was the head girl) and sometimes she regretted all the wasted hours, but then she remembered why she’d been there in the first place, most of the time, and all her regrets washed away. Someone needed to protect the house name, and if that had to be her, and she got in trouble for it, then so be it. It wasn’t too bad anyway, every once in a while she’d actually get to do something fun while in detention, though those incidents were few and far between.
Over the course of the last month, her hours in detention had bottomed out at nine, which was a bit of a relief. Lily often commented that she almost got in trouble as much as ‘toerag and his friends’ while Alice knew that wasn’t true. She only got in trouble so much because sometimes she’d take the fall for other things, like last week when someone had hexed a sixth year Slytherin in the hallway. It hadn’t been her, but she’d admitted it to McGonagall all the same. Because of this, she’d spent all of her Saturday morning stuck inside, cleaning out random, empty classrooms. By the time she’d finished, her arms were like they’d be through a jelly-legs jinx, and her back was aching as if the entire population of the school had run over her as she’d been laying in their stead. It wasn’t pleasant, to say the least. She felt used up and tense. Deciding she needed to let herself relax and calm down, lest she actually get in trouble on her way back to the common room, she headed outside for some fresh air.
Like they had done so many times, Alice’s sneaker-clad feet carried her across the grounds and to the quidditch pitch, one of their favourite paths. The gryffindors were supposed to have had practice this morning, but Alice, their seeker, had had to spend her day inside instead, and she was quite miffed about that. She hated missing practice. Well, at least she could mostly keep up on her own. It seemed like a good idea to take this into her own hands, and she procured her broom from the Gryffindor changing room before heading out onto the pitch. She slipped on her quidditch gloves before mounting her broom, her fingers wrapping in a lazy grip around the handle. Her feet kicked off, but she didn’t get very far up before she slipped and fell flat on her back in the grass. Apparently, she’d been much more tired than she’d thought.
“Hahaha,” she laughed at her own stupidity, before letting out an ‘ouch’ and staying on the ground. That had hurt.
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notes; first alice post.. and it sucks >.<