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sweetpinkpixie · 08-27-2011, 02:29 PM

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Year 1: Hedwig and the Origin of Species
■□Chapter Ten: Flying Lessons

Hedwig flew towards the Headmaster’s window as quickly as her wings could take her. Just as she was about to guide herself through the narrow opening reserved only for owls from the Owlery, Artemis appeared and blocked her path. Hedwig chirped out of fright and tried to weave her way around him, but he consistently blocked her path.

Having not spoken to him since the incident in the Owlery, Hedwig found her feathers ruffled even more.

“Will you please move,” she screeched as she tried once more to move past him.

“No,” he said flatly as his almond eyes narrowed further.

“I need to speak with Fawkes, this is an emergency of Hogwarts security and Ha--.”

“You are late for flying lessons,” Artemis interrupted as his head turned 90 degrees to the right, indicating the direction of the Owlerly. It was precisely in the opposite direction that she wanted to go in.

“Flying lessons? Are you pulling my feathers?” Hedwig snapped back, trying once more to fly around him. “I’m an owl, why would I need flying lessons?”

Artemis hung his head. He didn’t want to be here talking with her any more than she seemed inclined to talk to him. He had better things to do, more important things. “Look, there is no arguing,” he said sharply. “All owls must go through a training so that they can be proper delivery owls.”

“But I’m not just some boring old delivery owl!”

Artemis eyes narrowed further and he lashed out with his beak to grab a hold of her wing. He was in no mood to deal with her attitude right now, not after the task Fawkes had given him. It wasn’t that he hated playing second fiddle to the Phoenix, it was an honor to be thought of in such high regard, it was more he was tired of sticking his feathers out for witches and wizards. Been there, done that, and it had left him empty. Artemis began flapping his wings and literally dragging Hedwig through the air towards the Owlery.

“Artemis! Stop this! If you are doing this because you are upset about what I said earlier then…”

“Will you just shut it,” he said, releasing her wing. “They’re waiting for you.”

He clicked his talons on the stone a few times before taking off into the sunlight. Hedwig remained motionless as she watched him fly away. Flying lessons…he HAD to be kidding.

Hanging her head in defeat, the snowy owl waddled forward to a sight that she certainly had not been expecting.

Standing in the front of a group of young owls like herself was Errol with what looked like a large pinecone on his head. It had several of its scales, so it sat comfortable on his head like a helmet – but it didn’t make him look any less ridiculous. To the owl’s right were several different size objects that looked like they had been pulled from the student garbage. There was a partly broken Remembrall, a few empty plastic bottles, and a heavy looking rock.

“Ah, Miss Hedwig, lovely you could join us!” hooted Errol as he gestured with his wing towards the group.

Reluctantly, Hedwig took a seat and waited. Errol…of all owls…was going to teach them how to fly? That rat she had met on the train could probably do a better job at teaching them how to fly than this old hoot.

“Ladies and gentleowls,” Errol began, spreading his wings wide and fluffing his feathers to make himself look more important. Hedwig thought it made him look even more insane, but she was trying to keep her thoughts to herself for now. The other owls were already looking at her like she had eaten a student’s pet rat or something. “Today you earn your wings in what is considered to be one of the more difficult tasks of our species, delivering. Now, it is important to remember the thee P’s, please repeat after me, Posture, Power, Poise, and Patience!”

Hedwig was the only owl to not repeat after him. Was he serious? Three P’s? She was pretty sure that he had listed four and was just about to correct him when he continued.

“These THREE P’s are what makes a delivery owl. Posture, because carrying heavy loads with hunched backs and non-straight wings will do terrible things to an owl’s bones, Power, because without it one wouldn’t be able to fly, Poise, because leaning too far to one side is simply a terrible idea, and Patience because it takes longer to fly when you have things in your talons and beak.”

Hedwig coughed and attempted to muffle the noise by hiding her wing in her own feathers. Why was she sitting here when there was someone trying to sneak into the castle and get past Fluffy, but that person wasn’t who she had first suspected and…
Ug…could she just leave now? Please? She really didn’t see why Artemis has been so insistent that she be here. And Fawkes had to be a bit insane himself to let Errol teach them how to fly.

“Now, to distribute your items,” Errol squawked as he waddled to the side. “Miss Hedwig, you will take the Remembrall.” He bent down and picked it up with his beak before tossing it to her. It crashed at her talons and made an awful noise like something breaking. “Oops, looks like you could use one to help you remember how to catch,” Errol chirped.

Hedwig rolled her golden eyes and clutched it in her right talon.

“Once around the castle should do,” Errol nodded as he turned his attention to the other owls to hand out there practice objects.

Hedwig looked at the broken Remembrall. It was small, almost the size of a stone the way it had broken. Why would she need practice carrying something like this?

“Errol,” she chirped looking up at him. “Can I have the letter instead?” That looked like it would take less effort and she could be done sooner.

“Afraid not Miss Hedwig,” he replied shaking his tail feathers. “Fawkes was insistent that you be given that particular object. Perhaps he thinks you need to remember something?”

Hanging her head in defeat again, Hedwig turned her back on the rest of the owls. Once around the castle…that should give her plenty of time…

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Just as she was about to guide herself through the narrow opening reserved only for owls from the Owlery, Artemis appeared and blocked her path. Hedwig chirped out of fright and tried to weave her way around him, but he consistently blocked her path. Having not spoken to him since the incident in the Owlery, Hedwig found her feathers ruffled even more. “Will you please move,” she screeched as she tried once more to move past him. “No,” he said flatly as his almond eyes narrowed further. “I need to speak with Fawkes, this is an emergency of Hogwarts security and Ha--.” “You are late for flying lessons,” Artemis interrupted as his head turned 90 degrees to the right, indicating the direction of the Owlerly. It was precisely in the opposite direction that she wanted to go in. “Flying lessons? Are you pulling my feathers?” Hedwig snapped back, trying once more to fly around him. “I’m an owl, why would I need flying lessons?” Artemis hung his head. He didn’t want to be here talking with her any more than she seemed inclined to talk to him. He had better things to do, more important things. “Look, there is no arguing,” he said sharply. “All owls must go through a training so that they can be proper delivery owls.” “But I’m not just some boring old delivery owl!” Artemis eyes narrowed further and he lashed out with his beak to grab a hold of her wing. He was in no mood to deal with her attitude right now, not after the task Fawkes had given him. It wasn’t that he hated playing second fiddle to the Phoenix, it was an honor to be thought of in such high regard, it was more he was tired of sticking his feathers out for witches and wizards. Been there, done that, and it had left him empty. Artemis began flapping his wings and literally dragging Hedwig through the air towards the Owlery. “Artemis! Stop this! If you are doing this because you are upset about what I said earlier then…” “Will you just shut it,” he said, releasing her wing. “They’re waiting for you.” He clicked his talons on the stone a few times before taking off into the sunlight. Hedwig remained motionless as she watched him fly away. Flying lessons…he HAD to be kidding. Hanging her head in defeat, the snowy owl waddled forward to a sight that she certainly had not been expecting. Standing in the front of a group of young owls like herself was Errol with what looked like a large pinecone on his head. It had several of its scales, so it sat comfortable on his head like a helmet – but it didn’t make him look any less ridiculous. To the owl’s right were several different size objects that looked like they had been pulled from the student garbage. There was a partly broken Remembrall, a few empty plastic bottles, and a heavy looking rock. “Ah, Miss Hedwig, lovely you could join us!” hooted Errol as he gestured with his wing towards the group. Reluctantly, Hedwig took a seat and waited. Errol…of all owls…was going to teach them how to fly? That rat she had met on the train could probably do a better job at teaching them how to fly than this old hoot. “Ladies and gentleowls,” Errol began, spreading his wings wide and fluffing his feathers to make himself look more important. Hedwig thought it made him look even more insane, but she was trying to keep her thoughts to herself for now. The other owls were already looking at her like she had eaten a student’s pet rat or something. “Today you earn your wings in what is considered to be one of the more difficult tasks of our species, delivering. Now, it is important to remember the thee P’s, please repeat after me, Posture, Power, Poise, and Patience!” Hedwig was the only owl to not repeat after him. Was he serious? Three P’s? She was pretty sure that he had listed four and was just about to correct him when he continued. “These THREE P’s are what makes a delivery owl. Posture, because carrying heavy loads with hunched backs and non-straight wings will do terrible things to an owl’s bones, Power, because without it one wouldn’t be able to fly, Poise, because leaning too far to one side is simply a terrible idea, and Patience because it takes longer to fly when you have things in your talons and beak.” Hedwig coughed and attempted to muffle the noise by hiding her wing in her own feathers. Why was she sitting here when there was someone trying to sneak into the castle and get past Fluffy, but that person wasn’t who she had first suspected and… Ug…could she just leave now? Please? She really didn’t see why Artemis has been so insistent that she be here. And Fawkes had to be a bit insane himself to let Errol teach them how to fly. “Now, to distribute your items,” Errol squawked as he waddled to the side. “Miss Hedwig, you will take the Remembrall.” He bent down and picked it up with his beak before tossing it to her. It crashed at her talons and made an awful noise like something breaking. “Oops, looks like you could use one to help you remember how to catch,” Errol chirped. Hedwig rolled her golden eyes and clutched it in her right talon. “Once around the castle should do,” Errol nodded as he turned his attention to the other owls to hand out there practice objects. Hedwig looked at the broken Remembrall. It was small, almost the size of a stone the way it had broken. Why would she need practice carrying something like this? “Errol,” she chirped looking up at him. “Can I have the letter instead?” That looked like it would take less effort and she could be done sooner. “Afraid not Miss Hedwig,” he replied shaking his tail feathers. “Fawkes was insistent that you be given that particular object. Perhaps he thinks you need to remember something?” Hanging her head in defeat again, Hedwig turned her back on the rest of the owls. Once around the castle…that should give her plenty of time… __________________ When you're stuck in a moment and your spark has been stolen .................................................. ........... this is our time to own it, so own it..................................... baby we were born with fire and gold in our eyes