 For Felix (and Abey of course) Mom says I have no sense of direction, so I packed my bags and right.
Who Puts an Owlery close to the Gryffindors!?
Who?! Was it that Godric Guy, thought he was into Lions not Owls. They should just call him Owldric Owlfindor. Yeah.
Anyways. The trek up from the Kitchen to the Owlery was met with a Break. Right here, right now. the Frail and Vulnerable Hufflepuff took to the side of the corridor and leaned against the wall before gliding down and letting him rear rest against the stone floor.
He reached into his handbag and dug his arm in deep...deeper...deepest. His arm had gone almost all the way into the bag as he felt around the inside trying to find where his inhaler had tussled around inside it.
He really should just make a special pocket for that thing at the front. Less hassle. Beside even doing this felt like he was exasperating his lungs.
Good thing he just skips his Duels...maybe he shouldn't say thought outloud or near Mr.Rockefeller who signed the permission slip for him at the start of the year to participate in the Club. That would be torture
Where in Merlin's Beard was it!! He didn't forget it did he...THAT WOULD BE HORRIBLE!
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