Felix had been doing just about everything he could to avoid the somber subject of Harry Potter and Ronald Weasley being in the clutches of some mysterious, evil forces. It seemed to put a damper on the entire school. Even his house, known for their courageousness in the face of danger, seemed to be crumbling. So, out of everything Felix could do, he knew there was only one thing to distract people; pranks. Maybe not the most appropriately timed solution, but definitely one that could make people laugh or at least distract them for a moment. He mustered together his wand, a stack of books and paper, and a few other miscellaneous supplies from the library table he sat at before rushing off to the Gryffindor common room. Well, rushing until he heard the weakened sobs of a fellow student. He froze, not daring to take another step around the corner where the sounds were coming from. No, no, no. An abrupt shock, perhaps he hadnât fully registered the seriousness of the situation. Outside his houseâs common room? He felt panicked. He peered around the corner very quickly and carefully, feeling absolutely sick as he turned back behind the corner. His own quidditch team-mate, Rose. Even when she had broken her arm in a 4th year quidditch match, she hadnât cried. He had been half convinced that she simply couldnât after that incident. She was like steel, cold and tough. Until now⊠He had to think quick. Grabbing a piece of paper, Felix sunk down against the wall he stood against, folding here and there before grabbing his wand. His heart felt like it was stuck firmly in his throat as he muttered something under his breath, and off his creation went. A small, paper lion sauntered itâs way across the hall before planting itself firmly in front of Rose. It gave a quiet roar, seeming pleased with itself. Inside the magical note, he had scribbled a quick message. Iâm sorry, I hope you feel better soon. Was all he could think to scrawl out.
    the  little  things  made  life  worth  living.  or  at  least  her  mum  said  that  whenever  she  saw  rose  upset.  there  was  no  one  here  to  say  that  to  her.  rose  weasley  had  friends,  she  had  friends  everywhere,  even  the  ones  she  didnât  think  about  often.  the  little  lion  that  made  itâs  way  in  front  of  her  made  her  crying  stop  as  she  stared  at  it.  the  little  roar  had  her  reaching  out  to  pick  it  up.  once  she  read  the  note  she  looked  around  for  the  sender  of  it.  despite  the  tears  that  still  stubbornly  rolled  down  her  cheeks,  a  small  smile  was  on  her  face. Â
    her  bag  was  settled  beside  her  &  she  reached  into  it  to  take  out  her  own  piece  of  paper.  she  folded  a  nice  swan,  a  message  scribbled  inside  that  said  thank  you.  hoping  that  whoever  sent  her  the  strange  present  would  at  least  step  out  from  the  shadows.  this  was  busying  her,  keeping  her  from  dwelling  on  the  matters  at  hand.