<div class="floatleft">(https://i.imgur.com/3XPXIM1.jpg)</div><div class="floatright">(https://i.imgur.com/A5xScp0.png)</div><table class="bbc_table"><tbody><tr><td><br/><strong>NAME:</strong> Addison Snow (https://elliquiy.com/forums/index.php?topic=299655.msg14660328#msg14660328)<br/><strong>HOUSE | YEAR:</strong> Hufflepuff, Seventh<br/><strong>BLOOD STATUS:</strong> Pureblood<br/><strong>WAND:</strong> 11 ¼ inches / Dogwood / White River Monster Spine / Surprisingly Swishy and Flexible (https://i.imgur.com/ZLtC9NW.jpg)<br/><strong>WEARING:</strong> Just like her photo.<br/><strong>DATE | TIME:</strong> September 1st, late morning<br/><strong>LOCATION:</strong> On the train to Hogwarts<br/><strong>CONTENT:</strong> Relief<br/><strong>MOOD MUSIC:</strong> The Few Things (https://www.youtube.com/watch?v=Zt5FDgIIAs8)<br/><strong>TAGGING:</strong> Cai Hildebrondus</td></tr></tbody></table><br/><br/><hr/><br/>Her squeal of adoration was muffled against her finger tips so that it bubbled out with hushed restraint. Addison didn’t doubt that Fez had more than enough sleep, that waking him wouldn’t have been the end of the world. But you just didn’t do it. You didn’t uncurl a cat, you didn’t<em>not</em>scritch a good doggo by his ears, and when a ferret had activated his burrito mode, you fawned over it and let him be. The hoodie was fitting. It was adorable. The few times she had put Fez in clothing was on the really cold days and busy class schedule that wouldn’t allow her to bring her furry companion with her for the body heat. That wasn’t including the shark costume she made him wear as punishment, jinxed to continuously play the<em>Jaws</em>theme music whenever he tried sneaking anywhere.<br/><br/>His little pink tongue was poking out from between his sharp little teeth, and she reached out to poke it with her finger, encouraging him to smack his lips and stick it back inside. It didn’t take long before his soft snoring started up again.<br/><br/>Addison allowed relief to wash over her, and she finally gave in to an audible sigh. Things at home were ugly. Her heart felt heavy and coated with a layer of filth that made her feel sick with a greasy layer of confused emotions, but she was wise enough to understand that she needed to make the best of her last year. She was also quite determined to just move past all this. To surround herself with the things that she loves and hope for the best. There was still time to make decisions. There was still time to settle her mind.<br/><br/>“Did your fathers mind too much? I know you don’t usually take him for so long.” Addison couldn’t help it any more. She reached out and carefully pulled Fez into her lap, petting him long enough to straighten out his fur and was rewarded for her efforts when he began to hug his face in his sleep, stretching that way until oozing back into a more liquid state. It seemed he was all too happy to remain fast asleep and resumed snoring. “Who made the hoodie?”<br/>