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If the boys didn't incline to sit down, Lachlan wasn't going to force them. Instead, he busied on sitting down himself across the couch where the boy should sit, and began to arrange the magazines on the coffee table, in alphabetical order. "Antipodean Opaleye? Are your sister and your uncle people I should know, then?" Opaleyes were hardly his area of expertise, of course, but Lachlan prided himself on knowing enough about not only the Hebridean Black but other type of dragons, too.
They were one and the same in the end, really. Kind of like relatives who rarely saw each other and would not really get along.
Sounded a lot like his family.
An unconscious smile tugged at MacFusty's lips when Michael went on to explain the origins of his owl, Bubba. "I didn't really like owls when I was young, myself." Wait. That'd sounded like he was ancient. "Younger, I should say."
He wasn't old. Almost Thirty-two was perfectly young. "But that may have stemmed from the fact that my own owl was a brat." Ruefully, he smiled. "You can say she worked by her own schedule and disregarded any orders I gave her." MacFusty scratched his cheek, while he's other hand momentarily discarded an old issue of The Snitch to the left side of the table. "Well, there's the School Owlery," That he'd never approved of--there were owl droppings everywhere. "But if you'd like, she can stay in the Nursery. She'll be surrounded by other creatures, but unless I'm mistaken--" And Lachlan knew he wasn't, [b]"--there aren't really any other owls there."
Looking up from July's issue of Wizard's Health, Lachlan's head tilted to one side. "Was that the sound of a kneazle out there?" And the sound of someone's steps?
Huh.