I finished reading the first book in The Looking Glass Wars, I don't remember the title, I think that's it 
and when I went looking for the sequel, I was still reading the first book mind you, I couldn't remember the author's name. 
The book is fluffy like cotton candy, not filling, not really a good take on Alice in Wonderland but a good fast read. I love/hate what he did with the Cheshire Cat and the Hatter but honestly except for the cute little romance at the beginning with Alice and the guard boy I swear I'll remember his name in a second ... yes, I finished it a few days ago ... it was a not very remarkable book. Lacks description but dang if the story doesn't move ... it's all plot, plot, plot which this story is not. On a side note ... I'm sick of Alice in Wonderland everywhere and I'm so not interested in seeing the new Disney version ... but I know I will. Here's proof I've seen Alice everywhere, comix, movies, books ... and I want one for my birthday, where's Kelly so she can get crackin' on it. 
Consequently, this story is now my take on Alice in Wonderla-- *Is dragged out by Teddy, blindfolded and slapped by a slapping squad* O: Oh gawds where's my reason ... I think I left it in my other robes ... 
Solemnity had her reasons for hating Neville Longbottom. They would never come to light. The diary she had entrusted any and all thoughts on the matter had been destroyed by fire ages ago. That she had set the fire that destroyed her diary while in the hands of a very nasty boy, one stupid enough to think he could embarrass her by reading excerpts aloud in school, was inconsequential. Simply because the cause of her hatred for Neville was so deeply ingrained in her heart and in her mind.
Oh but she could remember that day so vividly, walking by the lake in spring watching the petals fall from the trees, new flowers bursting in bloom, the scent of new born fauna everywhere.
"But really, does it matter?"
Solemnity jumped up suddenly from her reverie, the gravely voice of that boy so familiar yet unknown to her intruding her mind. She looked up to see him standing there, his long hair blowing in the wind, a roguish grin on his face and that tattered black long coat in spite of the clear beautiful fall day. It was fall but it still felt like summer, warm and balmy.
"What are you doing here?" she asked looking around and noticing that she was alone sitting in the quad at one of the many tables for the students.
"I'm here to see you of course, sugarbear," Wolf said politely.
"You insolent wretch. Who do you think you are taking such liberties with me?"
"Oh, I haven't begun to take liberties with you yet, babydoll," the boy said taking the chair across from her, turning it and sitting down leaning his arms on the chair's back. The look he gave her betrayed all his intentions.
"You insolent little wretch."
"You already said that, honeybunny," Wolf replied. "I was here to tell you that you should forget the whole Longbottom thing and just move on. You're pretty and you're young and you really shouldn't be wasting your time on revenge. Life's too short to be vindictive."
Solemnity felt his hand touching hers. She shivered with delight at his touch. Solemnity's heart started beating too quickly and she found herself feeling a lot warmer and suddenly very restless.
"Let go of me you cad," she said. Freeing her hand the girl made to stand up and slap Wolf all in one motion but just as quickly he had stood up, thrown the chair over and had grabbed Solemnity's hand with his. Wolf kissed the palm of her hand and the girl moaned softly in delight. "You ... insolent ..."
"Wretch. I know. You said that already, princess," the boy replied and made to kiss her neck. Solemnity closed her eyes and melted into his arms.
"Fields. Miss Fields. I say Miss Fields really!"
Solemnity looked up to find the headmistress standing in front of her, Professor Drakesvex slamming his yardstick across her desk and the whole class laughing. The girl blushed. Solemnity had been daydreaming in Arithmancy, but really, could you blame her?
"Miss Fields, I was just coming to inform you about your upcoming nomination for Princess Frost in the Fall Ball," the headmistress began.
Solemnity couldn't help blushing in spite of the honor, and there was that vicious little cow Marcy laughing it up for all the world like the most auspicious thing to happen to her in her life.
Ginny Weasley had just enough strength to sit on a tin garbage can with the lid mercifully on top, while Neville Longbottom sat himself down next to her on the wet ground not caring that his pants' bottoms would get wet.
"This is ..." Ginny didn't know what it was but it was not what she had planned nor what they were supposed to be doing.
"I bet you this kind of thing never happens to Professor Lupin or Professor Mandelbrot," Neville said punctuating it with a sigh.
The alley smelled something awful and in the darkening night Ginny knew they had to get back to Hogwarts soon if they planned on getting anything for dinner and to report what information they had, which was nothing really, to the Headmaster and Professor Mandelbrot.
A grey haired cat walked up to them and stared. The cat meowed at Ginny as if to ask, "What are you doing here?"
"Hello Puss," Gin said and got up to bend down and pet the cute little scamp. "Are you lost or something? Because you're too pretty to be a plain ol' alley cat."
From out of Neville's shirt pocket Trevor peered out and croaked in objection. "Don't trust that hairy little beast," Neville's toad said, "he's no more a cat than I am a tory."
"Stay out of this toad or I'll have you for dinner," the cat hissed back.
Trevor taken aback jumped out of Neville's shirt pocket and started away.
"Oy, Trevor, come back!" Neville said, too tired to chase after his toad but too scared with the cat around not to.
Ginny took her wand out and fired a firecracker spell into the air. The signal for one of the Hogwarts' elves to come find them to apparate them back to school.
"I'm taking you back with me," the red haired girl said, bending down to pick up the cat.
"Excellent love, but where exactly is back, anyways?" Argent asked but of course all Ginny could hear was the soft meowings of a cute fluffy kitten and she held him tight and tried to feel that today perhaps had not been a complete failure.
Down the alley the sound of tin garbage cans could be heard tipping over as Neville staggered around trying to catch Trevor who was trying to make a break for the city and a pub he knew nearby.
AN: It's late so no replies again, I'm sorry. Thank you all for reading though and for your sweet sentiments and words here and elsewhere. 
Uhm, but what brooch are you talking about Lari? 
TTYL y'all.