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TJ slipped quietly into the Owlery; his footsteps were still rather loud compared to the soft hoots of the owls, however, and a few sets of large eyes turned to stare at him as he trekked across the floor. Avoiding owl droppings left and right, even flicking his wand at some to vanish them (Marty had not cleaned before he'd left this morning, and it was obvious), his scanned the owl alcoves for one specific creature.
"Fuuuuuurmy. Furmgoat, come down."
The owl took his sweet time, his wonky wing unfolding after a moment of deliberation to carry himself down to Trystan's outstretched arm.
Good owl. TJ turned on the spot and immediately headed back toward the office. |