Yeahhh, Mr White! Yeah science! No, nope. No falling asleep yet for Ezra, Professor Snout. Just a bit of a drowsy expression on his face as the class progressed some.
Hogsmeade was one of the teenager's favourite places. Hogwarts was huge, but even the castle and grounds could get dull when being stuck there for the months before they were able to escape into the wilds. The wilds of Hogsmeade.
The first place, however, that sprung to mind was, “The Post Office. Or as the locals call it, The Owl Office. It has something like three hundred owls waiting to deliver. All colour coded by speed and will be used depending on how fast you want you mail to get to it's destination. It has to be one of the oldest establishements in Hogsmeade.”
Ezra's love of creatures always drew him there whenever he visited the village, but he had no idea who founded it, or when it was established. It must have been eons ago.
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