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Presley Black 
She really did get right to the point, didn't she? Presley opened her mouth to say something, but stopped upon hearing something more from Elliot. But it was garbled and she wasn't sure what the other girl had said, so she continued as if it hadn't been said at all. "Truthfully?" She started. "You're a great friend, Elliot. And I like being able to talk to you, and plotting revenge, and sticking together at awful parties. I want my friend back." It wasn't an apology, because Presley didn't feel she had anything to apologize for. She'd been honest, and Elliot hadn't liked what she had to say. But for whatever reason, Presley missed Elliot. A lot. She missed the sarcasm and the mutual complaining about family. She missed the little eyebrow raises across the room when someone said something particularly stupid in a class. All in all, she missed her best friend. Though she would never say those words to the fourth year.
Words like 'great friend' were so odd to hear to Elliot. She heard it a lot from her own friends. Key words-her own friends. But before Hogwarts, she had been a bratty little tattle tale. And not a very good friend at all. And when she came to Hogwarts for the first time, she still wasn't really a great friend.
But now, she had been hearing it from everyone- Cora, Jayden, Hannah...Maxwell. Elliot was a bit overwhelmed. She didn't honestly think it was in her nature to be a 'good friend.' But she was staunchly loyal...is that what made a good friend? Elliot didn't know.
Moral of the story, Elliot liked these words. And she even smirked when she heard them. She even chuckled and rolled her eyes about the parties thing.
"Yeah, yeah, so you missed me. The feelings...mutual." There. It sounded cold, far away, but she was actually telling Presley that she missed her too. And she still sounded like Elliot. so there.
But there was something in her stomach...like a weight...
"Pres, have you made up with your father yet?" she had been dying to know...and wondering what Presley was going to do...
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Furmgoat the Tawny Owl Furmgoat flew through the tops of the trees, wonky wings flapping silently. He was searching for the small person to receive his letter, and he'd FOUND him in the owlery of all places! Furmy hooted softly as he made his decent, flying wide circles around the boy, in search of a perch.
The small owl settled near by the student, settling on a perch with one leg out, letter attached. He then proceeded to staaaaaaare down the boy.
"Hoot."
Maybe some owl treats for him now? Furmy waited and stared...
Just then an owl flew down...it was intended for Presley, of course. Elliot frowned at the thing...it wasn't flying away...
"Hurry up and feed it a treat so it'll go away..." she snapped at Presley, but the snappish wasn't meant for her, it was meant for the stuuupid owl.
"Who's that from, hmmm?" she asked curiously, raising her eyebrows.