Originally Posted by lemon

This boy was mean. He could have all the ducks in the Pond, excluding Bubba. And he kept dragging Bubba back over to his mean-boy bread. Hmph. Alice thought of throwing more bread at him, but that didn't seem fair to the ducks. And she had to think about her ducks. She was going to be a majestic queen for the rest of her life, and would be ruling things much more important than ducks, and she couldn't let anything slide out of her grip. Not at the hands of an old bloke with grey in his hair and air in his head, she wouldn't.

The lioness pulled on her shoes and picked up her loaf of bead. After climbing off of the rock ledge, she skipped over to the side of the pond where the boy was standing. Getting a closer look at his robes, she noticed the crest on his robes. "You're a Gryffindor?" Oh, the horror. But. If this was a boy in her House, he'd have more than plenty of time to bother her, so she might as well end her suffering now. Without waiting for a reply, she pushed him in the pond, robes, bread, and all.

The next thing she knew, she was dripping wet.

The boy had made such a splash that Alice had gotten drenched, too. Her bread had somehow also ended up in the water, and the ducks were all happily gobbling up both their soggy loaves. BUT. She still won. "I win!"

Then she poked the boy. "Do you want any help getting out of there?" He wasn't annoying when he couldn't talk, so she might as well be nice for those few moments.