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DuckyLinJi · 09-10-2015, 08:17 PM

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Originally Posted by VRSCIKA

Ilia had been frequenting the owlery more this term than she had last term even. After all that had happened, she was intensely concerned with where Beltaine (her white barn owl) was at all times. She checked the owlery before and after classes now, not just early morning, lunch, and evening. Leaving any living creature that she cared about alone in this castle was a mistake that she would not be repeating. She still cried to herself when she saw toads.

Taking her feathery familiar down, she sat on the owlery floor and started petting her chest and around her head. The fact that her clothes could become icky didn't bother her. She could wash them after all and her slacks were black so you wouldn't notice as readily anyways. Her white blouse? Well....that was what cleaning spells were for. "Here you go pretty girl, I brought you something." She offered the delighted creature a handful of owl treats, which were readily gobbled up. Smiling, she leaned back against the wall and started softly singing to the happy ball of feathers perching comfortably on her arm.

He had forgotten to bring his bottle of hairspray which was probably still in the bathroom at home. A small version was in his bag but it was mostly used for traveling and he had taken it with him when he went to France during the summer, including his school bag which was where the mini hairspray had been in. But it was already empty and he NEEDED the other one.

But since he did not have an owl for his own, he couldn't send a letter to his parents to send it. So, after walking up to the tower, making sure to NOT look down as he did, he opened the door and immediately saw a girl sitting on the ground.

SITTING.ON.THE.GROUND!

Did she know how dirty the ground was?! He wouldn't want to sit there no matter how many galleons they offered him to do it. Nope. He made a face and then walked past her, searching for an owl as she was busy giving treats to her own owl. Was it her own? After looking around for a suitable owl, he sighed and turned to her. "I'm sorry, but do you know any owl that would be suitable to carry a package? cause last time i sent an owl it barely made the trip to London..."

09-10-2015, 08:17 PM	#3 (permalink)
DuckyLinJi Demiguise Join Date: Mar 2009 Location: The couch Posts: 24,388 Hogwarts RPG Name: Caiden Denholm Ravenclaw Fifth Year Gryffindor Graduated x1 x2	A path is not simply for walking, its purpose lies in moving forward and improving oneself. Quote: Originally Posted by VRSCIKA Ilia had been frequenting the owlery more this term than she had last term even. After all that had happened, she was intensely concerned with where Beltaine (her white barn owl) was at all times. She checked the owlery before and after classes now, not just early morning, lunch, and evening. Leaving any living creature that she cared about alone in this castle was a mistake that she would not be repeating. She still cried to herself when she saw toads. Taking her feathery familiar down, she sat on the owlery floor and started petting her chest and around her head. The fact that her clothes could become icky didn't bother her. She could wash them after all and her slacks were black so you wouldn't notice as readily anyways. Her white blouse? Well....that was what cleaning spells were for. "Here you go pretty girl, I brought you something." She offered the delighted creature a handful of owl treats, which were readily gobbled up. Smiling, she leaned back against the wall and started softly singing to the happy ball of feathers perching comfortably on her arm. He had forgotten to bring his bottle of hairspray which was probably still in the bathroom at home. A small version was in his bag but it was mostly used for traveling and he had taken it with him when he went to France during the summer, including his school bag which was where the mini hairspray had been in. But it was already empty and he NEEDED the other one. But since he did not have an owl for his own, he couldn't send a letter to his parents to send it. So, after walking up to the tower, making sure to NOT look down as he did, he opened the door and immediately saw a girl sitting on the ground. SITTING.ON.THE.GROUND! Did she know how dirty the ground was?! He wouldn't want to sit there no matter how many galleons they offered him to do it. Nope. He made a face and then walked past her, searching for an owl as she was busy giving treats to her own owl. Was it her own? After looking around for a suitable owl, he sighed and turned to her. "I'm sorry, but do you know any owl that would be suitable to carry a package? cause last time i sent an owl it barely made the trip to London..." __________________