Alice had.. well, she was having fun. She'd been spending a lot of time with the mysterious Harry, much to the confusion of her other friends. What could she say? He was amusing, kind of awkward.. even if there were a few times when he lived in his own head, and she couldn't get out what he was thinking.
Today, she was by herself, sitting under a tree outside. It was a rare nice fall day, but it would start snowing later that week, of course. She'd found herself a muggle novel, a classic by their standards, and was reading, as quiet as ever. Alice wasn't usually this quiet. But it was nice to just.. lose herself in a book once in a while.