Grab Bag Writing Challenge - January 2017
- aim - bold - certain - extreme - freeze - grit - intent - lead - moxie - purpose - resolve - shovel - subtle - thaw - will -
by Arianna Stonewater
The aim of this story is to provide a helpful life tip. There are certain times in a person’s life when a person must make a decision regarding how to resolve an issue with their friends, neighbors, or coworkers. Some people, in a bold move of iron will, might approach the issue directly, confronting the problem right away. The problem with this is their intent sometimes takes a hit as they come off brash and overbearing. Other people might try a more subtle approach, but they may be overlooked or steamrolled by the more extreme persons involved. With much research, it seems the best idea is to meet somewhere in the middle. Here is an example: say you spent all morning shoveling your driveway while it snowed so the work wouldn’t be as hard later. Your neighbor stayed inside. When the snow has stopped, and your driveway is clear, you head inside to thaw. Your neighbor comes out with his snowblower. He cleans his driveway in a few moments, but all the snow is blown onto your side of the driveway. There are three different ways to react. Someone with a lot of moxie and grit will go out and yell at the neighbor while shoveling all the snow back onto their driveway. Someone whose purpose is to avoid conflict will quietly spend more time in the freezing weather, shoveling their driveway again. The middle ground here would be to nicely go to your neighbor’s house and point out what has happened. Then, ask them to please use their snow blower to clear your driveway your for you. This will hopefully lead them to be more considerate in the future, and saved you from a lot of yelling and repeat work. Perhaps next snow you can even borrow their blower and not have to spend as much time doing hard labor!
The aim of this story is to provide a helpful life tip. There are certain times in a person’s life when a person must make a decision regarding how to resolve an issue with their friends, neighbors, or coworkers. Some people, in a bold move of iron will, might approach the issue directly, confronting the problem right away. The problem with this is their intent sometimes takes a hit as they come off brash and overbearing. Other people might try a more subtle approach, but they may be overlooked or steamrolled by the more extreme persons involved. With much research, it seems the best idea is to meet somewhere in the middle. Here is an example: say you spent all morning shoveling your driveway while it snowed so the work wouldn’t be as hard later. Your neighbor stayed inside. When the snow has stopped, and your driveway is clear, you head inside to thaw. Your neighbor comes out with his snowblower. He cleans his driveway in a few moments, but all the snow is blown onto your side of the driveway. There are three different ways to react. Someone with a lot of moxie and grit will go out and yell at the neighbor while shoveling all the snow back onto their driveway. Someone whose purpose is to avoid conflict will quietly spend more time in the freezing weather, shoveling their driveway again. The middle ground here would be to nicely go to your neighbor’s house and point out what has happened. Then, ask them to please use their snow blower to clear your driveway your for you. This will hopefully lead them to be more considerate in the future, and saved you from a lot of yelling and repeat work. Perhaps next snow you can even borrow their blower and not have to spend as much time doing hard labor!
by Aurelia West
As Cassie trudged through the heaps of snow her friend, Amelia, had failed to completely shovel out of her driveway, she rubbed her hands together in a futile attempt to keep them from freezing in the extreme cold. When she finally reached the door and entered Amelia’s house, she quickly hung her coat and joined her friends in their post-New Year holiday celebration.
The table was packed with food dishes that each of her friends had arrived with and she subtly placed her green bean casserole among them before taking a seat in the living room. The group was currently going over their resolutions for the New Year, and for the first couple minutes Cassie sat and listened while slowly thawing from the chill outside.
“I’m telling you, Dan, I’ll definitely do it this year!” Amelia was yelling at their curly-haired friend who was currently laughing into his eggnog.
“Sure you will,” he teased continuing to sip his beverage nonchalantly in complete disregard to his friend.
“What are you definitely going to do this year?” Cassie asked while sending Dan a purposeful look. She had only just arrived and he was already winding everyone up with his shenanigans.
“Well, I’ve resolved to go to the gym once a week this year,” Amelia said with moxie, a bright glint in her eye that made Cassie weary. She wasn’t certain Amelia could do it – she hadn’t so far in the three years she’d made such a resolution – but the look in her eye told Cassie otherwise. There was grit there that hadn’t been there before.
“What do you aim to do this year, Cassie?” Dan turned to her.
“Well I’d like to cook a meal once a week for my family,” Cassie started, “And I’d also like to start up and lead a book club.”
“That sounds awesome, Cass!” Amelia exclaimed, “I’d love to join, if you’re looking for people!”
“Sure thing!” Cassie told her friend. “I’ll send you more details once we’ve settled on this month’s book.”
She looked over at Dan, who had seemingly lost interest in the conversation.
“Hey, what do you want to do this year?” she asked.
He looked over. His eyes got a gleam in them similar to Amelia’s. Cassie wondered why all of her friends were suddenly so intent upon accomplishing their goals.
“I,” he proclaimed boldly, “plan on spearheading an attempt to take everyone I know paintballing at least once this year.”
Cassie sat dumbfounded. “Why would you want to do that?” she asked nervously.
“Because I’ve never been paintballing of course, and I’d like to do so as many times as I can in the new year,” he explained as if it was obvious. “Maybe I’ll set a world record for the number of times one person has gone paintballing in a year!”
He thought about it for a second, then proceeded to add on, “That will be my other New Year’s Resolution!”
As Cassie trudged through the heaps of snow her friend, Amelia, had failed to completely shovel out of her driveway, she rubbed her hands together in a futile attempt to keep them from freezing in the extreme cold. When she finally reached the door and entered Amelia’s house, she quickly hung her coat and joined her friends in their post-New Year holiday celebration.
The table was packed with food dishes that each of her friends had arrived with and she subtly placed her green bean casserole among them before taking a seat in the living room. The group was currently going over their resolutions for the New Year, and for the first couple minutes Cassie sat and listened while slowly thawing from the chill outside.
“I’m telling you, Dan, I’ll definitely do it this year!” Amelia was yelling at their curly-haired friend who was currently laughing into his eggnog.
“Sure you will,” he teased continuing to sip his beverage nonchalantly in complete disregard to his friend.
“What are you definitely going to do this year?” Cassie asked while sending Dan a purposeful look. She had only just arrived and he was already winding everyone up with his shenanigans.
“Well, I’ve resolved to go to the gym once a week this year,” Amelia said with moxie, a bright glint in her eye that made Cassie weary. She wasn’t certain Amelia could do it – she hadn’t so far in the three years she’d made such a resolution – but the look in her eye told Cassie otherwise. There was grit there that hadn’t been there before.
“What do you aim to do this year, Cassie?” Dan turned to her.
“Well I’d like to cook a meal once a week for my family,” Cassie started, “And I’d also like to start up and lead a book club.”
“That sounds awesome, Cass!” Amelia exclaimed, “I’d love to join, if you’re looking for people!”
“Sure thing!” Cassie told her friend. “I’ll send you more details once we’ve settled on this month’s book.”
She looked over at Dan, who had seemingly lost interest in the conversation.
“Hey, what do you want to do this year?” she asked.
He looked over. His eyes got a gleam in them similar to Amelia’s. Cassie wondered why all of her friends were suddenly so intent upon accomplishing their goals.
“I,” he proclaimed boldly, “plan on spearheading an attempt to take everyone I know paintballing at least once this year.”
Cassie sat dumbfounded. “Why would you want to do that?” she asked nervously.
“Because I’ve never been paintballing of course, and I’d like to do so as many times as I can in the new year,” he explained as if it was obvious. “Maybe I’ll set a world record for the number of times one person has gone paintballing in a year!”
He thought about it for a second, then proceeded to add on, “That will be my other New Year’s Resolution!”
by Gail Allen
Gail was certain her team would win. They were in the lead and before they had begun this game, they had resolved that they would not lose that advantage. It was a bold aim though, for the players they were up against had a lot more practice than any of the players on Gail's team.
It wasn't looking good though; they were falling behind and maybe that certainty wasn't quite as strong as she liked to pretend. But they had to! By the Lake Monster they had to! They hadn't come this close just to lose in the final round. Gail gritted her teeth and pushed off on the ice with purpose. If she fell, then at least she had done her best, and you never got anything out of being scared. So what if she hadn't skated since she was seven? The previous contests had been easier - or maybe not easier, but with less of a difference in experience. The one before this one had involved building snowmen. Every team had been given shovels so they could clear the area where they'd build as well as carrots, hats and scarves to decorate their snowmen with. Afterwards they were judged both on how fast they'd been and how good the result looked. Luckily it had been thawing a bit the day before and so the snow stuck together much better than they had anticipated. Their opponents, having other days drawn for their builds hadn't been so lucky and had had to contend with a extreme freeze that made it almost impossible to get the snow to stick together.
Gail looked ahead of her. She was getting somewhere now, but then her skate hit a branch that stuck out of the ice. Not much, not enough that she had seen it, but enough to make her fall.
On land her team mates took in a collective gasp of air. It looked like it had hurt and they weren't in fact certain she'd get back up. It did take a moment too. Gail's thick clothing had luckily taken most of the impact although she was quite sure she'd have a colourful bruise to show for it.
"She's got some moxie," one of her teammates muttered under his breath when they saw her get back up and continue skating.
"She said she intended for us to win," one of the others said. "Can't very well do that if she gives up half way".
"Takes some will to get up after that though," the boy replied and the girl nodded.
"She's not subtle about wanting to win," she agreed.
Gail was rather glad though when she finally reached the finishing line. It did hurt and she just wanted to sit in front of the fire and warm up with a cup of hot chocolate for a few hours and relax. She wouldn't know until next week how the other teams did - their schedules were later. But whatever their placement, she felt good. She had done her best, and that was what really counted in the end.
Gail was certain her team would win. They were in the lead and before they had begun this game, they had resolved that they would not lose that advantage. It was a bold aim though, for the players they were up against had a lot more practice than any of the players on Gail's team.
It wasn't looking good though; they were falling behind and maybe that certainty wasn't quite as strong as she liked to pretend. But they had to! By the Lake Monster they had to! They hadn't come this close just to lose in the final round. Gail gritted her teeth and pushed off on the ice with purpose. If she fell, then at least she had done her best, and you never got anything out of being scared. So what if she hadn't skated since she was seven? The previous contests had been easier - or maybe not easier, but with less of a difference in experience. The one before this one had involved building snowmen. Every team had been given shovels so they could clear the area where they'd build as well as carrots, hats and scarves to decorate their snowmen with. Afterwards they were judged both on how fast they'd been and how good the result looked. Luckily it had been thawing a bit the day before and so the snow stuck together much better than they had anticipated. Their opponents, having other days drawn for their builds hadn't been so lucky and had had to contend with a extreme freeze that made it almost impossible to get the snow to stick together.
Gail looked ahead of her. She was getting somewhere now, but then her skate hit a branch that stuck out of the ice. Not much, not enough that she had seen it, but enough to make her fall.
On land her team mates took in a collective gasp of air. It looked like it had hurt and they weren't in fact certain she'd get back up. It did take a moment too. Gail's thick clothing had luckily taken most of the impact although she was quite sure she'd have a colourful bruise to show for it.
"She's got some moxie," one of her teammates muttered under his breath when they saw her get back up and continue skating.
"She said she intended for us to win," one of the others said. "Can't very well do that if she gives up half way".
"Takes some will to get up after that though," the boy replied and the girl nodded.
"She's not subtle about wanting to win," she agreed.
Gail was rather glad though when she finally reached the finishing line. It did hurt and she just wanted to sit in front of the fire and warm up with a cup of hot chocolate for a few hours and relax. She wouldn't know until next week how the other teams did - their schedules were later. But whatever their placement, she felt good. She had done her best, and that was what really counted in the end.
by Maxim Trevelyan
Gary jumped lightly when he felt an arm wrap around his shoulders. He glanced at his right and saw who he slowly began to think as the bane of his existence.
"No," he shortly replied and willed himself to be strong for what was to come.
"Oh, come on Gary, you don't even know what I was going to say," Maxim pouted and removed a lock of blond hair that fell before his eyes.
"I am familiar with you enough to be certain that whatever is going to come out of your mouth, it's not going to be smart, kind, pretty or anything positive. Not with that gleam in your eyes," Gary hissed and went back to his book on wand properties. He had an essay due in two days for Professor Silver. After Halloween's debacle when he and Maxim tried to "borrow" Silver's Quidditch trophy, Gary resolved to never participate in any Maxim's schemes again and to do his best in her class.
"You're no fun," the blond pouted and laid on the bed, ignoring his friend's protests that it was actually his bed, not Maxim's. "And here I thought you didn't want to stay indebted to me after I saved you from that Bludger last match," Maxim said innocently. Both second years were on the house's Quidditch team, Maxim being seeker and Gary a keeper. In the match against Slytherin, Gary was almost knocked out with a well-placed Bludger, but Maxim collided with the ball first. Everyone thought that Maxim sacrificed himself to keep Gary in play, but in reality, it was a complete accident, with no intent behind Maxim’s actions at all. He figured he should milk it for all eternity though, he did get a broken arm out of it.
With a long suffering sigh, Gary closed the book and glared at the lazy figure on his bed. "Fine, get on with it. Don’t even try to be subtle, you’re terrible at it."
Maxim grinned as he started to wave his hand in slow circles. "I figured out a way in the Slytherin Common Room."
Gary snorted and shook his head in extreme disbelief at his friend’s ignorance. "Maxim, everyone has access to Slytherin Common Room if they register with Heads of House before entering," he pointed out as it should be quite obvious. They both even had access to the so-called "united" areas, which each house had in their common rooms.
"Not to their private chambers they don’t," Maxim sing-sang, looking at Gary with a frightful purpose in his eyes.
It took a while for Gary to catch on. "You want to break into Slytherin sleeping area? For what?" Gary’s voice got higher with each uttered syllable.
"Because they beat us at Quidditch!" Maxim growled.
"You caught the Snitch! Isn’t that enough?" Gary yelped when Maxim grabbed him by his uppers arms and drew him in, with an intense look in his eyes.
"You were there! It was freezing, and on top of Mya being on my tail all the time, I got hit by a Bludger meant for you," Maxim's index finger jabbed Gary in the chest. "I got a broken arm, but had to grit my teeth and still play to finish the game. That allowed Mya to close in and she almost caught the Snitch! It’s inexcusable and I want my revenge," Maxim yowled and jumped off the bed to his feet. "Eternal ice in Hell will thaw first before I let them get away with it." The blond looked at Gary and ordered, "You got five minutes to get ready and meet me outside the common room."
Gary jumped lightly when he felt an arm wrap around his shoulders. He glanced at his right and saw who he slowly began to think as the bane of his existence.
"No," he shortly replied and willed himself to be strong for what was to come.
"Oh, come on Gary, you don't even know what I was going to say," Maxim pouted and removed a lock of blond hair that fell before his eyes.
"I am familiar with you enough to be certain that whatever is going to come out of your mouth, it's not going to be smart, kind, pretty or anything positive. Not with that gleam in your eyes," Gary hissed and went back to his book on wand properties. He had an essay due in two days for Professor Silver. After Halloween's debacle when he and Maxim tried to "borrow" Silver's Quidditch trophy, Gary resolved to never participate in any Maxim's schemes again and to do his best in her class.
"You're no fun," the blond pouted and laid on the bed, ignoring his friend's protests that it was actually his bed, not Maxim's. "And here I thought you didn't want to stay indebted to me after I saved you from that Bludger last match," Maxim said innocently. Both second years were on the house's Quidditch team, Maxim being seeker and Gary a keeper. In the match against Slytherin, Gary was almost knocked out with a well-placed Bludger, but Maxim collided with the ball first. Everyone thought that Maxim sacrificed himself to keep Gary in play, but in reality, it was a complete accident, with no intent behind Maxim’s actions at all. He figured he should milk it for all eternity though, he did get a broken arm out of it.
With a long suffering sigh, Gary closed the book and glared at the lazy figure on his bed. "Fine, get on with it. Don’t even try to be subtle, you’re terrible at it."
Maxim grinned as he started to wave his hand in slow circles. "I figured out a way in the Slytherin Common Room."
Gary snorted and shook his head in extreme disbelief at his friend’s ignorance. "Maxim, everyone has access to Slytherin Common Room if they register with Heads of House before entering," he pointed out as it should be quite obvious. They both even had access to the so-called "united" areas, which each house had in their common rooms.
"Not to their private chambers they don’t," Maxim sing-sang, looking at Gary with a frightful purpose in his eyes.
It took a while for Gary to catch on. "You want to break into Slytherin sleeping area? For what?" Gary’s voice got higher with each uttered syllable.
"Because they beat us at Quidditch!" Maxim growled.
"You caught the Snitch! Isn’t that enough?" Gary yelped when Maxim grabbed him by his uppers arms and drew him in, with an intense look in his eyes.
"You were there! It was freezing, and on top of Mya being on my tail all the time, I got hit by a Bludger meant for you," Maxim's index finger jabbed Gary in the chest. "I got a broken arm, but had to grit my teeth and still play to finish the game. That allowed Mya to close in and she almost caught the Snitch! It’s inexcusable and I want my revenge," Maxim yowled and jumped off the bed to his feet. "Eternal ice in Hell will thaw first before I let them get away with it." The blond looked at Gary and ordered, "You got five minutes to get ready and meet me outside the common room."
***
"Do I want to know why you have a shovel with you?" Gary asked vary, still not completely sure just how exactly Maxim wanted to exact his revenge.
"It’s better if you don’t know. Deniability and such," Maxim replied, his mind already racing over his plans from A to Z.
"I’m with you. I think my deniability went on a broomstick and flied to Brazil," Gary pointed out as Maxim decided to lead the way to the dungeons. At his friend’s glare, Gary shrugged his shoulders, murmuring, "Just saying."
The shovel mysteriously disappeared when they arrived at the Slytherin common rooms and let themselves inside. While united areas were mostly occupied with Slytherins, there were some students from other houses and even Professor Silver, who was as Hufflepuff as they come.
After greeting everyone with moxie suspicious even for Maxim, Gary let the blond push him down an empty hall all with seemingly identical doors. He observed Maxim try the handles and all were, understandably locked.
"For the record, this is an extremely bad idea," Gary whispered with as they moved to the door that was furthest down the corridor with "Slytherin Dorms" written on them in silver letters.
"Come on Gary, be bold, weren’t you almost sorted into Gryffindor?" Maxim rolled his eyes as he turned his complete attention to the unlocking of the door. "Be my lookout!" he ordered for good measure, though Gary was already doing that.
Minutes passed in silence that were from time to time broken with groans of frustration until there was a soft click and the door turned soft green color until it opened widely. The pair was stunned that Maxim actually succeeded in unlocking the door as they stared into the darkness of the soft grey corridor.
Just as they intended to step forward, Gary felt a soft nudge in his back as a person cleared their throat. The couple turned around and came face to face with a wand aimed at them.
"Now boys, mind telling me how you managed to do that?" a soft voice, like bells, asked them, but there was an undertone of danger in it.
"Professor Silver!" Maxim exclaimed, and moved forward, trying to think up of an excuse. "It’s a funny story actually…"
Gary gulped as Maxim tried to worm them away from any serious repercussions, hoping that blond’s camaraderie with Silver might help them.
"Such an enthralling story, Maxim," Silver smirked after the tale was finished, finally lowering her wand. "Now, whatever shall I do with you two rule-breaking boys?"
Gary found out he did not like the evil gleam in professor’s eyes at all.
"It’s better if you don’t know. Deniability and such," Maxim replied, his mind already racing over his plans from A to Z.
"I’m with you. I think my deniability went on a broomstick and flied to Brazil," Gary pointed out as Maxim decided to lead the way to the dungeons. At his friend’s glare, Gary shrugged his shoulders, murmuring, "Just saying."
The shovel mysteriously disappeared when they arrived at the Slytherin common rooms and let themselves inside. While united areas were mostly occupied with Slytherins, there were some students from other houses and even Professor Silver, who was as Hufflepuff as they come.
After greeting everyone with moxie suspicious even for Maxim, Gary let the blond push him down an empty hall all with seemingly identical doors. He observed Maxim try the handles and all were, understandably locked.
"For the record, this is an extremely bad idea," Gary whispered with as they moved to the door that was furthest down the corridor with "Slytherin Dorms" written on them in silver letters.
"Come on Gary, be bold, weren’t you almost sorted into Gryffindor?" Maxim rolled his eyes as he turned his complete attention to the unlocking of the door. "Be my lookout!" he ordered for good measure, though Gary was already doing that.
Minutes passed in silence that were from time to time broken with groans of frustration until there was a soft click and the door turned soft green color until it opened widely. The pair was stunned that Maxim actually succeeded in unlocking the door as they stared into the darkness of the soft grey corridor.
Just as they intended to step forward, Gary felt a soft nudge in his back as a person cleared their throat. The couple turned around and came face to face with a wand aimed at them.
"Now boys, mind telling me how you managed to do that?" a soft voice, like bells, asked them, but there was an undertone of danger in it.
"Professor Silver!" Maxim exclaimed, and moved forward, trying to think up of an excuse. "It’s a funny story actually…"
Gary gulped as Maxim tried to worm them away from any serious repercussions, hoping that blond’s camaraderie with Silver might help them.
"Such an enthralling story, Maxim," Silver smirked after the tale was finished, finally lowering her wand. "Now, whatever shall I do with you two rule-breaking boys?"
Gary found out he did not like the evil gleam in professor’s eyes at all.
by Meredith Malkins
One thing is certain in life: change. The weather will vary, the tides will come in and out, the seasons shall change. Leaves will fall and grow. Water shall freeze and thaw. Deep holes shoveled now will eventually become flat earth again. The largest rocks shall one day be reduced to grit. Even the subtlest change can have the greatest impact, just as seconds turn into minutes, minutes into hours, into days, weeks, months, years, on and on. Even the most extreme of extremes can be reversed as easily as they are made, because time is change and change is time. Pressure is only temporary, but change is forever. One simply must have the resolve to bear it. Each of us just has to choose a purpose and follow it intently, aiming for related goals to fulfill on the way, and let them lead you forward. Change shall always be, but you can control your own changes in character by being bold, and having the determination to follow the will of your heart. Even if our positive changes shall only be temporary, as we all are only temporary, that doesn't mean we shouldn't try. That is the meaning of all life, existing in the face of the inevitable odds. Obstacles in life are hard, but it will move on to be replaced by something else. But because we take comfort in the constancy of variance and impermanence, we have the moxie to continue on no matter what. In that way, we are all eternal.
One thing is certain in life: change. The weather will vary, the tides will come in and out, the seasons shall change. Leaves will fall and grow. Water shall freeze and thaw. Deep holes shoveled now will eventually become flat earth again. The largest rocks shall one day be reduced to grit. Even the subtlest change can have the greatest impact, just as seconds turn into minutes, minutes into hours, into days, weeks, months, years, on and on. Even the most extreme of extremes can be reversed as easily as they are made, because time is change and change is time. Pressure is only temporary, but change is forever. One simply must have the resolve to bear it. Each of us just has to choose a purpose and follow it intently, aiming for related goals to fulfill on the way, and let them lead you forward. Change shall always be, but you can control your own changes in character by being bold, and having the determination to follow the will of your heart. Even if our positive changes shall only be temporary, as we all are only temporary, that doesn't mean we shouldn't try. That is the meaning of all life, existing in the face of the inevitable odds. Obstacles in life are hard, but it will move on to be replaced by something else. But because we take comfort in the constancy of variance and impermanence, we have the moxie to continue on no matter what. In that way, we are all eternal.
by Sirius Fudge
I aimed for The Three Broomsticks. I walked in the midst of strong winds and raining snow. Opening the door offered huge relief from the extreme conditions outside. Gritting teeth, I folded the umbrella and put it on the basket near the door. With the freezing temperature outside, it is of no surprise the bar is filled with students seeking for some hot chocolate or butterbeer. Making a bold move of ordering in the counter, I ordered one cup of hot chocolate. It had been my drink whenever I go to the place.
I then looked for an empty table. Alone times are the best refresher of minds and soul. These are the times of rethinking one's purpose, and it could surprise the self sometimes. What to think at that time is the first question. Students busy talking remind me of the common room, ickles doing homework and upperclassmen enjoying downtime before doing each individual's business.
Will. I saw the Slytherin quidditch player, a great player. His name rings what everyone here is about. Owning the day, being proud of one's dream and working hard to achieve it. Thawing the dying negativity, the warmth of overflowing positivity in everyone's intention for today is lighting up the place. Leading the self in the way to victory, having moxie along the way, resolving conflicts and offering solutions for the developing soul, one is certain of his place in time. Subtle signs are in the environment. Be sensitive of them and I am sure everyone can reach their desired point. Speaking of, they are digging the snow outside with a Muggle tool called shovel.
I aimed for The Three Broomsticks. I walked in the midst of strong winds and raining snow. Opening the door offered huge relief from the extreme conditions outside. Gritting teeth, I folded the umbrella and put it on the basket near the door. With the freezing temperature outside, it is of no surprise the bar is filled with students seeking for some hot chocolate or butterbeer. Making a bold move of ordering in the counter, I ordered one cup of hot chocolate. It had been my drink whenever I go to the place.
I then looked for an empty table. Alone times are the best refresher of minds and soul. These are the times of rethinking one's purpose, and it could surprise the self sometimes. What to think at that time is the first question. Students busy talking remind me of the common room, ickles doing homework and upperclassmen enjoying downtime before doing each individual's business.
Will. I saw the Slytherin quidditch player, a great player. His name rings what everyone here is about. Owning the day, being proud of one's dream and working hard to achieve it. Thawing the dying negativity, the warmth of overflowing positivity in everyone's intention for today is lighting up the place. Leading the self in the way to victory, having moxie along the way, resolving conflicts and offering solutions for the developing soul, one is certain of his place in time. Subtle signs are in the environment. Be sensitive of them and I am sure everyone can reach their desired point. Speaking of, they are digging the snow outside with a Muggle tool called shovel.