Plushies and Problems PV Mildred Wilson Closed

Mildred sat at breakfast mulling over the various possibilities of how things ended up like this- her and chicken were inseparable, she even brought him to Hogwarts! Instead of her other stuffed animals whom she did miss dearly at times, she left them back home and brought Chicken with her only. She scooped up a spoonful of something, it had the texture of something similar to mashed potatoes however she didn't really care for what she ate. It was strange since she normally was guided by her hunger, she normally would be excited for meals however she no longer has the appetite for anything- she had skipped breakfast the other day not realizing her fatal flaw as she was starving when afternoon struck.

She continued on deep in her thoughts when it was letter time, immediately the noisy hall became even noisier; if that was even possible, she often couldn't even hear herself. She watched as many of her fellow peer's excitement rose as hundreds of owls swooped down and dropped letters onto their designated receivers. She watched as a white fluffy owl swooped down and dropped a letter, almost landing in her food. Not remembering what she had done to receive one, she hesitantly opened it fearful of her parents sending her a letter when it was the opposite. Her excitement grew more and more as she read the letter, immediately she gathered her bag and with the letter in her other hand she set off.

It was safe to say, Mildred was lost... she stood there in the empty hallway on the second floor, she looked down at the letter in which it said to take a right... then a left... and something with a 2nd corridor. She wandered around for a few minutes before stumbling upon an alley, as she walked further down she found a door with "Alexander Varellion Unlicensed mind healer/Therapist" on it. Should she knock? It was only proper, right? She quickly knocked on the door and entered, "Excuse me" she said as she entered.

With her hand held on the doorknob, she stood dead in her tracks, she wasn't expecting this- well she didn't know what she was expecting but never in her wildest dreams she thought that his office was held in here. It was then she realized, I'm so getting killed in here she even swore she saw a web in the corner of the room, she glanced around for this Alexander fellow when she spotted him reading something- proberly something like... how to bury someone. She gulped as she walked further in the room, her eyes frantically took sight in everything even the dusty chairs. It was even odder on how there were only two chairs- properly perfect for his wicked plans. Plus, she couldn't help but to mind how empty the room was... "H-hello... Mr. Varellion" she said as she pulled out a chair winching from the loud SCREECH it had made, after taking a seat she blurted out in a rush. "Pleasedon'tkillme" God, it was stupid of her for doing this whole therapy thing anyways- it had ended her up in a sketchy classroom. Frantically she pointed at herself, "I... I mean I'm way too young to die, you should have asked for third years in your poster..."

Interacting with: @Mildred Wilson

Mildred sat in the chair while continuously wiping her hands on her robes- they were awfully sweaty, and she couldn't help but think she should have really told someone where she was going. Who would take care of Chicken? The mere thought of Chicken being thrown away and living his life at some garbage dump made her frown, should she quickly write some sort of letter... and have whoever finds it become chicken caretaker? She stared outside the window, thinking of the mess she had got herself in... she couldn't help but take note of how sunny it was today, lovely weather- it would have been way more upsetting if it were raining.

She started bouncing her leg, an awful habit she did when she was nervous. "YES" She said as she jumped up from her chair when Alexander had called out her name, she turned her head to look at him, to only find him taking his wand out and placing it down. She listened carefully to him, in reality- it didn't help at all what he had to say because, in the end, he could say something and not mean it. "How do I know you're not lying to me? You could throw me out the window for all I know..." She pointed to the window, gulping when she realized how long the fall would be... "The whole therapy thing could be your set up, luring people in with false hopes of receiving help and them bam! you bring them to a sketchy classroom and then it's lights out for them." She walked towards the book he had placed down, "Who knows... Alexander Varellion probably isn't even your real name! What kind of last name is Varellion? How do I even say that, var-leeon? var-lon? it doesn't even matter since it's probably fake." She quickly bent down and picked up the book he was reading beforehand, "You were probably reading on how to bury me" she pointed at the book, turning around to read the cover when to her surprise it had said, "Hogwarts a History"

She quickly flipped through the pages of the book, soon to realize that... perhaps she was wrong, however to her defense, it was a sketchy classroom. "I- I apologize." she quickly placed down the book, "Although to my defense! you really did pick an awful location to do this... maybe you should have done it outside or something... really anywhere but here." She quickly walked back to her seat, embarrassed about the whole thing- she would, however, still remain alert, because who knows? she might have really been right and needed to warn the general public.

Having taken a seat back down, she tried to settle herself and calm down her nerves- she still remained tense regarding the whole thing. "Noted..." she said quickly after a pause, "...Alexander, sorry to have said that about your name... there isn't anything wrong with it, I swear! Please, if you're comfortable with it... call me Mildred."

While listening to him, she agreed- some tea would have perhaps avoided this whole misunderstanding when she remembered her bag! she quickly reached for it and began digging through it for a few seconds, "I may have some cookies in here... I often ste- I mean borrow cookies from the great hall." She looked in her bag for some more, then began emptying some of its contents out by flinging a book behind her, it had landed a few feet away from her with a loud thud. "I guess, I don'- Oh! here we go" she pulled out a napkin containing some cookies, she opened the napkin to only realize that the cookies... looked a tad off, "actually nevermind, these might be a month or so old. Unless you want them?" she reached out her hand, containing the cookies while smiling widely at him.

Remembering the whole reason she had come here, she thought on how to... talk about her issue without seeming dumb, however, she had already made a fool of herself. there was no way she could mess up anymore, she started it off by asking a simple question. "Say... Alexander, have you ever been in love?"

The mention of a crush immediately pushed the whole previous incident out of the small Hufflepuff mind, "A Ravenclaw girl??" She said loudly, wincing at the volume of her voice- she racked her mind thinking of any Ravenclaw girls she knew and she sadly came empty-handed, although for a moment she remembered Breana, however, she believed that the bright Ravenclaw was in love with someone else. "What do they look like? Oh-Oh!" she sat a little taller, excited about this newfound information, "When did you meet them? Are they a first year! What's their name? " she rapidly fired a series of questions, "Did you ask them to go to the ball? were you even there, I don't think you would have been there- you seem awfully serious." Mildred has always had the awful habit of asking questions in one go, she paused momentarily to regain her breath- "Do you even smile? You would never date them if you don't smile." she even forgot about him denying her cookies, which would have normally been a serious offense to her... almost a third-degree stuffed animal crime.

She placed her hand on her chest, "I, for one am amazing at crushes! I even uh... run a business for it!" she proudly smiled at him, of course- she has never been in love unless you counted the certain foods, and Chicken nor did she run a business, although for the moment the whole murdering or therapy was gone from her mind- she had the bright idea of helping him with his crush. With a new bright idea, she reached into her bag once again. It was now easier to find the items she was looking for since she had thrown out and lost some things before, she pulled out a piece of paper and a pencil. Quickly, she drew out a business card- something similar to the ones her father had.

Quickly, she wrote some random things and even draw a picture of a happy couple at the bottom, with her "card" done she walked up to Alexander and held it in front of him, "My business card! Here you can keep it" she placed the letter on top of his head while walking back to her seat. "I think you would be interested in my help! Have no fear, I can help you!"

Interacting with: @Mildred Wilson

Sorry for the wait!

She couldn't believe her ears when she had heard that Alexander was at the ball, she figured that she misheard. The aura of him screamed "serious", she supposed all Slytherins had that sort of aura- although, she only had met and spoken to a handful personally, she couldn't really judge. "Really? are you sure you were at the ball! you aren't lying right?" There were a lot of people there, she wasn't sure if she had seen him.

Almost like not believing he was at the ball, she almost didn't believe he smiled- until the sound of a low chuckle spread throughout the room. "You should laugh and smile more! Might boost your customers" She wasn't sure why Alexander had started this whole thing, was it out of the kindness of his heart? did he have some other motive?

"Oh yeah!" she nodded at his question, "I am in love! he's about nay high" she used both of her hands to show about 20 inches, "and about this wide," she wasn't sure how wide chicken was, she took a rough guess- the only reason she knew how tall chicken was because she used to measure her height and next to her measurement, she would do chicken's too. "He's also about three colors, pink, yellow and blue!" she explained to him who the love of her life was.

Mentions: @Mildred Wilson

@Alexander Varellion

Mildred sat there quietly, trying her best to focus her attention on what Alexander was saying. She had just realized that perhaps the room being this bare was an added effect, there was nothing in the room for her to fixate on, unless, she wanted to befriend the spider web she swears she saw before. "Hmm..." she dragged out the m, "I'll believe you this time, although I find it hard to believe you don't lie."Everyone lies, right? especially adults. "The ball was pretty crazy, right?" she thought back on what had happened at the ball, before finally pushing it out of her mind. She didn't really want to think about what had happened, or the event at all.

"Oh! you want to know more about him? well..." she sat there for a moment thinking about how she should proceed with this, "He's about the same age as me, I'm not really sure actually. He's also the kindest person you will ever meet, he's always cheering me on!" Chicken and her had an inseparable bond, Chicken was always her hype-person and often cheered her up when she needed it the most. "Hobbies? I'm not sure if he has any, he actually sits around all day... but at night he sneaks out and goes on all sorts of adventures, you didn't hear it from me though." she mimicked a person zipping their mouth shut, she didn't want Chicken to get in trouble for breaking curfew rules after all. What kind of friend would she be if she ratted out Chicken?

Did she have personal issues with Chicken? She has never really been in a fight with Chicken before, they often didn't have anything to fight about- that's how close they were, "No.. I don't think I have any personal issues with him right now. Does it seem like I have personal issues with him right now? She often wondered what people thought of her and Chicken.