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Post by Dean Hogarth on Jul 30, 2008 16:04:07 GMT
Even after all these years at Hogwarts his parents had not got to grips with the fact that the only way for Dean to communicate with them was by owl. Every time his pet owl Derek landed on the kitchen window back home his mother would give off a deafening scream and wait till Dean’s father got home to pluck the letter from the creature’s leg. As a result he was forbidden from sending letters only in times of great need and today was one of them. With term growing to a close the Hufflepuff really needed to arrange the whole ‘getting home from the station’ situation which he faced every year and just like all the previous years his family were arguing about who would pick him up.
With great procession Dean folded the piece of paper over and slipped it into the envelope, carefully closing it and tying it onto the tawny owl’s leg. He could have just got Derek to hold it in his beak but then where would be the fun in that for his parents? With a small smile Dean carried his owl to the window and waited penitently for the elegant creature to fly away, although something had it distracted and following the birds gaze Dean saw what it was…someone had entered the owlery.
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Post by Guinevere Desrosiers on Jul 30, 2008 18:18:40 GMT
If one listened closely they would hear the murmur of a voice, footsteps lightly scraping the stone, and the soft rustle of skirts as someone ascended the stairs to the owlery. They would first see an arm, clothed in midnight blue, and perched onto the arm, not an owl, but a proud, elegant gyrfalcon.
Lastly, they would see a girl, with slightly wavy, chestnut brown hair, hazel eyes, and a kind smile wearing a rather interesting dress. And by interesting, I mean old-fashioned. The dress was midnight-blue and white in color, form-fitting with a long, floor sweeping train, full sleeves that fell to the floor, a white bodice, and midnight blue lacings up the bodice. This girl was none other than Guinevere Desrosiers.
Guinevere looked up; a startled look crossed her face as she realized that she and Noisette were not alone. “Oh! Excuse me, I didn’t realize anyone was up here.” She said with a smile. “I am Guinevere Desrosiers, and this is Noisette.” She said with a small nod to her bird. “And who might you be?” she asked with a friendly smile. The boy seemed rather nice, although she had just met him. Guinevere had been taught after all to give everyone fair chance.
Guinevere looked around the large, circular room. Owls of every breed, size, and color swooped from the rafters, perched on them, and screeched and hooted back and forth. “My! She said with a laugh, “It is rather noisy in here, is it not?”
She smiled affectionately at her own bird. “How do you think a gyrfalcon would do in here?” she asked the boy, whose name she still did not know.
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Post by Dean Hogarth on Jul 31, 2008 10:07:06 GMT
The reason Dean always liked the Owlery was because it was relatively peaceful, the soft cooing of the owls as they slept was some what relaxing and more importantly it was somewhere in the castle you could escape to with out the constant fear of social interaction with other students. Clearly once again Dean was wrong as here he stood among the owls staring slightly open mouthed at the girl who had just walk in. She clearly had no trouble talking to strangers, she introduced herself, her owl, asked who he was, commented on the noise levels and then asked him about her bird.
Dean’s ears started to burn red in embracement as he tried to find the words, all he had to do was simply say his name but even that seemed to be beyond him. Sharing a nerves glance at Derek, who too seemed to be pretty surprised to see the new arrival. (Dean always had a connection with his owl Derek, although he was a bird they seemed very alike in temperament)
“Dean.” He finally managed to spit out, although it founded rather forced and uncomfortable. “Dean Hogarth and er…this is Derek.”
He pointed at the tawny owl on his arm who gave a small hoot as if agreeing with the statement that had been previously spoken by his owner. He should have answered more of her questions but he was finding even a nervous laugh was hard to conjure up so instead the Hufflepuff just stood there, nervously looking Guinevere wondering if there was anyway he could slip away…maybe he could jump out the window with Derek??
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