Mangig had eaten a handful of coffee-laced owl treats before heading out to deliver this letter, and was bouncing off the street walls (literally) as he zoomed out of the owl post office and into it's neighboring building, the Daily Prophet.
WHERE WAS THE EDITOR IN CHIEF?!?!
The small owl made a mighty mess as he sped through the work room, knocking over numerous papers and pictures off the walls that he'd crashed into on PURPOSE, leaving irate writers in his wake as he left to find the office he was looking for.
Not that one.
.... or that one.
....... THAT ONE.
Squeeeeeeeeeezing through the cracked door, he crashed unceremoniously into the desk, shook it off and then was back in the air, doing loops around the office.
There was a letter tied to his leg, for whoever could catch him.
Hehe.
Quote:
To whom it may concern:
CEASE AND DESIST YOUR SPORTING. ALL SPORTING. IMMEDIATELY.
OR ELSE!
While society rots away and further deteriorates, our SCHOOLS are wasting their time, MONEY, and resources funding POINTLESS GAMES. MOST OF ALL: QUIDDITCH. LAST YEAR ALONE, HUNDREDS OF THOUSANDS OF GALLEONS WERE WASTED! MORE THAN 200 MAN-HOURS! Students should be learning to READ, WRITE, and WAND WAVE! NOT how to swing bats, search for gold, and fancy themselves birds!
YOU WILL NEVER BE A BIRD! QUIT QUIDDITCH OR DIE!
Yours truly.
PS: I'LL HAVE WHAT IS MINE, YOU UNNATURAL GINGERED HARPY! IN THE MEANTIME, I'LL TAKE WHAT IS YOURS. QQOD!