AliceTheMarchHare

Baila had just finished unpacking, placing the last of her books on the shelf that stood tall in her living room. All of her favorites stood there proudly, spines out for the world to see, and everything was in a specific order. She glanced at the time on her phone, her fingers ghosting over a very worn copy of The Sorcerer's Stone. Figuring she had enough time, she pulled it from the shelf and made her way over to the couch, already beginning to reread the first page for the hundreth time. She sat down, fully expecting Appa to jump up and snuggle with her. When he didn't, she looked around to find him. He was sitting at the bottom of the st

About a week after making the deal for the flat, Baila lay sprawled out on the couch in her friend's living room- the only thing they had yet to put in the moving truck. Appa, the gargantuan ball of fur, sat beside her with his head on her lap. The exausted young woman wove her fingers into his fur, and her eyes drooped almost sleepily. After a few moments of rest, Baila heard the ever so familiar jingle of house keys as the front door was unlocked. Without even cracking an eye open, she addressed the redhead stepping through the doorway. "Hey Thalia, is Brian with you?" "Yeah, I'm right here." Baila grinned and jumped up, startling Appa

     A warm summer breeze blew through the streets, disturbing discarded papers and garbage and sending the unwanted pieces of litter skittering along the asphalt. There was a distinct thickness in the air, one that usually precedes a storm, and the air was alive with electricity. There was a bright flash of light, followed by a loud clap of thunder, and droplets of rain began to fall in an erratic pattern upon the sidewalk. Everyone who had been unlucky enough to be caught in the downpour scattered, holding jackets or umbrellas over their heads, looking for shelter from the storm or trying to catch a taxi.     But there was one who couldn't