 Bathes in Maple Syrup | Dancing Lobster | Mrs. Charlie Weasley | Seneca's Beard | That's So Fetch
Frankie had been napping when the owl flew up to his window and started pecking at it and hooting. Initially, all the boy did was roll over and groan. If it wasn't lunch time yet then he didn't want to get up. In the end, though, the persistent bird won. It took the prefect a few tries to read the letter as he stretched and rubbed the sleep from his eyes.
Once the letter was finally read, he was glad that he did open that window to let the owl in. He threw on some casual clothes and made his way down the stairs and onto the grounds with the creature play area as his destination.
The blond arrived just in time to see the crappie slip and awkwardly fall to the ground. The sight made him wish his family still had the three-legged crup he snuck home one summer when he was younger; unfortunately, his parents got annoyed very quickly when Lucky started peeing everywhere in the house. With that fleeting thought, he approached the laughing brunette. "That one there is definitely a keeper. What's his name?"
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