girlcanines
this year, i devour.
platform 9 ¾
witches
alice phoebe lou
These days, knowing more makes you more miserable.
ALICE WAS WEARY of her own happiness. Nothing good ever came from being in a good mood for too long, in their case. Alice was used to being fake happy, oh, they had gotten that emotion down long ago. But they were wary of being happy, actually happy; like the kind of happy that had them smiling out from ear to ear, the happiness that had them clutching their stomach from laughing too much and her cheeks feeling numb from grinning so hard. But they weren't wary of the source, of where it came from, Alice quite believed wholeheartedly in the reason to their happiness. Which was why she was more wary of her happiness rather than why she was happy. Alice knew why; but god did their heart feel heavy when the happiness settled and sunk it and told her mind, hey, you're okay, it's okay to smile right now, you don't need to convince anyone, you're happy, you're happy, you're actually happy—Alice wished they could say it was their friends or their mom and dad. Alice loved for them, woke up with some love in her heart because she got to see their faces but she lived everyday, as depended it seemed, for the little things.
Summer came and went faster than Alice had imagined. There was a certain hunger that came with autumn, a biting wind that blew through the streets of Hogsmeade. Their imminent return to school was something bittersweet. This was the last year before shit quote unquote "hits the fan". Their last year before N.E.W.Ts, and before graduation. It was better not to dwell on it. Not at the start of the year, not now. Their hands twitched on the handle of their bag, their grip tightening on the leather strap until their knuckles went white. They bit down hard on their lip- not enough to draw blood- but enough to keep them from bursting into tears in the middle of the crowded platform. That would be something embarrassing.
Quidditch was often an easy topic with Cooper, someone who basically ate, slept, and practiced on the pitch. Alice had always considered quidditch something of a hobby, although they shared the same competitive spirit with those in their house. It was something their parents took as an opportunity to show off, too often boasting about every Gryffindor win every year, though never caring to come to the games themselves. The brunette hadn't thought much of the upcoming season this year, although they did spend a good chunk of summer working on their broom steering.
"Less worried about Slytherin this year, heard Ravenclaw's been working toward a new trophy for their shiny little cabinet," Alice shrugged, although Cooper's enthusiasm was infectious. They flashed a grin, swinging their bag at their side, "As if Slytherin stands a chance!"
To anyone who knows Alice, they also know they're forgetful. You'd have to forgive them, really, they're trying their best. Birthdays, usually their own, often slipped their mind. "Oh Merlin, why didn't you send me an owl? I feel right dumb," The brunette sighed, half tempted to throw open the contents of their bag before the train pulled up, but decided against making a scene with bits and pieces of fabric and fresh-stitched clothes flying through the air. "I'll get it to you at dinner, after I sorted through the mountains of clothes I managed to stuff in here," they laughed, patting the bag in their hand. No amount of magic could save them from hellishly color coding their closet the moment they burst into the dorms.
As well as Cooper knew Alice, Alice knew Cooper was hardly studious. He was a smart guy, Alice was convinced, but found that his passions lied in quidditch and quidditch only. "I'll get it to you at dinner, after I sorted through the mountains of clothes I managed to stuff in here," they laughed, patting the bag in their hand. No amount of magic could save them from hellishly color coding their closet the moment they burst into the dorms.
"Classes won't be that bad," Alice countered, ever the optimistic one. "I'll take anything but Defense Against the Dark Arts, not again." The brunette insisted, something about that class always left a bad taste in their mouth.
alice,
@allifortescue
12 hours ago
nine lives
