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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BACK AT HOGWARTS, Alice foolishly believed that everything would be the same as it was the year before. The Sorting Ceremony and Welcome Feast were familiar, welcoming new and old students to a new term. And even if she didn't have the company of Fred, George, or Lee around her at dinner, she found herself entertained by the new Sorting Hat song and the food was phenomenal. She did her best and paid no mind to Lennon with Cheshire and Mr Rabbit in her company. But the true task would present itself the next day when Alice had to face her classes yet again.
With her Potions book stacked on top of her Charms book, Alice sat in the library after her classes, wearing a prominent frown.
"I don't know what I'm doing," she whispered to herself softly after reading the same paragraph over for the millionth time it seemed. Eventually, all the words started to jumble together and it all started to look foreign. Rubbing her eyes, she attempted to focus once more on the reading but found herself with nearly double vision as she zoned out.
While she seemed to do well with practical magic lessons, Alice always found herself unable to recall information or the proper spell when she was called on during class. Her professors reminded her that she needed to focus on the reading they assigned outside of class as it was for good reason.
"There's just too much to read," Alice huffed, closing the book and pushing them away from her area. "It was only the first day back and already they've assigned all these reading assignments."
"Now, Alice," Mr Rabbit intervened, climbing onto the table and looking over her list of assignments, " it can't be all that bad."
"Yes, it can be and it is," she countered, " I have to read all this for Potions, this for Charms, and not to mention the reading that Professor McGonagall assigned for Transfiguration. All the homework we were given revolved around reading. It's too much!"
Mr Rabbit gave the top of her hand a pat to try and settle her down before Alice became too worked up. "Let's just relax, you're going to work yourself up and make everything harder. We can work on all of this together, alright? Let's see, we can split up the reading and-"
"We can't split the work, Mr Rabbit," Alice said with a light chuckle. " I have to do it in order for me to learn. I'm here for a reason."
"Well, then what's the point of reading all of this as long as you know how to perform the spells?"
"Professor McGonagall said knowing how to perform a spell won't count for anything if you can't remember which one to use in a situation."
"That's a load of rubbish!"
Just as Alice was going to remind Mr Rabbit to keep his voice down in the library, the two were interrupted by a scolding tone, telling both of them to keep it down. The two glanced up to see Percy standing at the end of their table. Immediately, Mr Rabbit proceeded to roll his eyes and tap his foot against the top of the table impatiently, until Alice swiftly grabbed his foot and held it in place.
