Alice sat on the rocky ledge, swishing her feet in the cold water. It was a nice day just to relax and watch the ducks mill around in their little pond. The lioness tossed tiny chunks of a warm loaf of bread that she had picked up from the Kitchens. She felt very peaceful. The girl often came here to spend some time with her quacking friends, for it was usually not crowded and it proved to be a perfect place for her antisocial self.

The third year ripped off another chunk of the bread and tossed it at one of her favourite ducks, a tiny one who couldn't swim properly. He was kind of cute. When she was she ruled the world, she'd have to make duck ponds along with sanctuaries for fishies, asylums for crazed Hufflepuff Prefects, and pretty stone pathways. Being a Queen was so hard. Sigh.