In 1865, a young girl by the name of Alice Liddell went missing from outside of her home in Oxford, England. Left in the care of her older sister, Margaret, no one could understand how the seven-year-old had disappeared so suddenly. Yet, after multi...
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─── ALICE SAT BETWEEN THE TWINS in the Great Hall, listening to their most recent encounter with the caretaker, Filch, that had landed them in detention yet again. Fred and George didn't seem at all bothered by the consequences they faced with their actions as their faces were full of bright grins that spoke of future mischief. However, Alice could see that they did look quite tired after spending the evening polishing every trophy that Filch could bring out for them. Lee had also been involved in the encounter, but he seemed to cherish his sleep as much as possible as he didn't join them for breakfast that morning.
"It isn't a wonder how you two find yourselves in detention so often," Alice shook her head, " we haven't even been in school that long and I feel like you two have served more detentions than I can count on my fingers."
Fred rested his chin on the table with a sleepy gaze but continued to smile through his exhaustion. "Oh, but it was so worth it. If you could have only seen the look on his face, Alice, you would understand. I'll remember it for years to come."
"Well, I can't say that I don't enjoy a good prank," she said, " but I honestly do not want to spend any quality time with Filch if I can help it. He doesn't seem very nice at all and his cat, Mrs Norris is very mean towards Mr Rabbit, she practically stalks him in the corridors."
"I think Mr Rabbit got his message across clearly to the flea bag," George interjected after yawning, " after he bunny kicked Mrs Norris down the corridor the other day."
Alice tried to contain her laughter behind her hand but it was proving to be useless as she remembered that encounter. Mr Rabbit wore a proud expression on his face as he sat next to her on the bench, obviously not feeling the slightest bit of regret for kicking the cat that attempted to chase him the other day.
"What are you three giggling about over here?" Charlie's voice rang out as he joined them at the table. "I hope you haven't beeing causing any more trouble."
"No," Fred said with a slight roll of his eyes at his brother's accusatory tone, " we were just talking about Mr Rabbit drop-kicking Mrs Norris."
Charlie suddenly let out a gasp as any story of an animal getting hurt, no matter how cruel or perhaps well-deserved it would be, seemed to get him worked up into a frenzy. Immediately, he turned to Alice and demanded to know when such an event occured. Alice leaned away from the rather abrasive and intense look on Charlie's face before answering.
"Um, well, it happened a couple of days ago," she said, " and in Mr Rabbit's defence, Mrs Norris did chase after him first."
"Be careful with that, Alice," Charlie warned her, " and you too, Mr Rabbit. Or you'll find yourselves strung up by your ankles and hung upside down in the dungeons."
A wave of horror washed over Alice's face as her lips parted in surprise, but Mr Rabbit's reaction to Charlie's warning was quite the opposite as he scoffed loudly. The three Weasley brothers quickly peered down at him and to act like nothing happened, Mr Rabbit busied himself with a washing as he swiped his paw over one of his ears. Charlie looked directly at Alice, who only managed to flash the most innocent smile she could muster at the time.
