I'm trying something out. So I will have fun with it.
"D'you ever wonder if porcupines ever get really lonely and want hugs, but nobody can ever give them hugs?"
"Alice," her dorm mates groaned, shoving heads under pillows or blankets or both.
It wasn't often that Alive Prewitt asked these "deep" questions in the middle of the night, nor was it sparingly. She asked them every once in a while, and often they were coupled with five or six of these questions before she nodded off to sleep, just like Lily, Mary and Hestia.
She was only twelve, having been at Hogwarts for a year already, and had actually been saving up these questions over the summer for when she got back to school to share with her friends. It seemed, however, that once she'd remembered them a month in, they weren't all that enthusiastic, having hoped that it would've stopped at the end of their first year.
Alice was rather small and short, giving a cute appearance with her short, cropped hair held back by her ears and her big, brown eyes and seemingly permanent smile. She was talkative and rather strange, but made perfect friends with the other girls in her dorm, so that she wasn't completely alone like she was afraid she'd be.
Alice's parents didn't have much money. They were constantly fighting and Alice envied her friends for having parents who could hold a civil conversation with one another. She wasn't even surprised when they wrote to her when she started school and said they were getting a divorce. She kind of saw it coming.
What she hadn't seen coming was an owl swooping in from the window and presenting a letter to her.
And she was really glad it did.
"But, no, if I was a porcupine – " Alice began again.
"You're not," Mary muttered under her pillow, gripping the ends over her head.
"But if I was," Alice stressed the importance of this.
"If you were we'd all risk getting needles stuck in us and hug you," Lily mumbled, "Now go to sleep."
Alice gave a happy smile and snuggled underneath her covers, nearly dozing off before another idea came to mind, "What if I was a blowfish?"
The three groaned loudly at what was to be yet another long night.
A prologue of sorts! Hope you liked it!
