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MadMadamMalfoy · 10-24-2018, 06:31 AM

As soon as Gaston got approval for the mail he needed to send, he headed straight for the owlery. He stifled a yawn, shaking his head to clear the sleepy fog. Last night's meeting in the bistro left him drained. He was going to need a cup of coffee after this! The dark-haired Frenchman shivered as he entered the owlery, wrapping his robes tighter around him, The winter weather had made this place as dark and cold as his thoughts. As his eyes adjusted to the light, he glanced around the room and spied a familiar face. It was the fat owl who'd been at the school since he started. "Hello, old friend," he greeted the bird, gently stroking its feathers. "Glad you're still here..."

"Here, eat up," he said, offering the owl a handful of treats. As it greedily munched, Gaston's thoughts wandered back to the first time he saw this owl and the chance meeting with Rosalyn that followed. It was a much happier time in his life... He was jerked out of his thoughts by a peck on his hand. The owl looked at him with a loud hoot, as if demanding more treats. Gaston laughed. "Sorry, that's all you get. You've got a job to do."

He gently tied an envelope to the owl's leg. It contained the following message:

Text Cut: Message

Outwardly, the letter looked like an ordinary, if not badly written, supply order for Scrivenshaft's, but there was more to it than meets the eye. Bright blue eyes glanced cautiously around the room. The moment Gaston was sure he was alone, he bent down and whispered near the owl's head, "Take this to Regina Hawthorne." He watched the owl take off and quickly made his exit before he could get caught.

10-24-2018, 06:31 AM	#11 (permalink)
MadMadamMalfoy Newbie Mod Alley Proprietor Mackled Malaclaw Join Date: Feb 2016 Location: Hazbin Hotel Posts: 11,076 Hogwarts RPG Name: Norman A. Carton Graduated Hogwarts RPG Name: Sydney M. L. Masters Slytherin Second Year Diagon Alley Proprietor: Caledon Roth The Leaky Cauldron	Rhibear ~ Madam Solo ~ Dark Brooding Girl ~ Accio Jedi ~ Gryffinclaw ~ Just a doll As soon as Gaston got approval for the mail he needed to send, he headed straight for the owlery. He stifled a yawn, shaking his head to clear the sleepy fog. Last night's meeting in the bistro left him drained. He was going to need a cup of coffee after this! The dark-haired Frenchman shivered as he entered the owlery, wrapping his robes tighter around him, The winter weather had made this place as dark and cold as his thoughts. As his eyes adjusted to the light, he glanced around the room and spied a familiar face. It was the fat owl who'd been at the school since he started. "Hello, old friend," he greeted the bird, gently stroking its feathers. "Glad you're still here..." "Here, eat up," he said, offering the owl a handful of treats. As it greedily munched, Gaston's thoughts wandered back to the first time he saw this owl and the chance meeting with Rosalyn that followed. It was a much happier time in his life... He was jerked out of his thoughts by a peck on his hand. The owl looked at him with a loud hoot, as if demanding more treats. Gaston laughed. "Sorry, that's all you get. You've got a job to do." He gently tied an envelope to the owl's leg. It contained the following message: Text Cut: Message Drear Mr. Killingsworth: Thank you fer processing my last order so promptly! Everything was of fine guality! In the interest of our continued business, i would line to request the fallowing items, Letterhound journal Hogwarts themed screpbook Self-inking quil 2 capes off-white parchment Unclosed you will find payment for she requested items. It would be greatly apreciated if you could lend packege at your erliest conveniense. Kind regerds, Gaston Marchand Outwardly, the letter looked like an ordinary, if not badly written, supply order for Scrivenshaft's, but there was more to it than meets the eye. Bright blue eyes glanced cautiously around the room. The moment Gaston was sure he was alone, he bent down and whispered near the owl's head, "Take this to Regina Hawthorne." He watched the owl take off and quickly made his exit before he could get caught. __________________ Old voices I had thought long since dead whisper of another life I might have led If I could take that second chance, If I could make my life anew, If only dreams came true...