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Since 1536 the Owl Post Office has been serving the greater London area, by helping you deliver what you need to be delivered. Whether it’s a letter or a package, our owls can do the job. We have five owls who can provide a variety of delivery services. As you head through the foyer inside the Owl Post Office you will notice the newly renovated shop. All new furniture has replaced the old and very dated.
Off to the left and the right of the entrance is a bright and long row writing desks. Chairs are lined up in various spaces to seat down and relax. In the back corners on either the left or right are post office boxes, available for purchase. Ask the staff on duty for more information. Straight ahead from the foyer is rather large open space greets those entering the Owl Post Office the only real landmark is a long, rectangular stone Owl Post service desk. Written across the front panel in large, curvy print are the words "Owl Post Office". Against the wall there are three boxes; your letters, when placed in there by an employee, will vanish (to the mailroom of course).
If you approach the desk and find it empty, there is a small silver bell just off to the left. Just one ring please the enchanted bell will make no discernible sound when pressed. Next to the Owl Post service desk, several large racks have been set up. Neatly stacked inside each slot are various postcards, each depicting a different area of Diagon Alley and other notable landmarks of the greater wizarding United Kingdom. Quidditch and Gobstone team postcards can be found here as well. There are many to choose from!
Post office box: Small 5 sickles/Monthly Medium 10 sickles /Monthly Large 15 sickles/Monthly
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Text Cut: Sending an Owl Post
To use the Owl Post system across the Wizarding Word, please complete the following OOC steps:
Fill out the Owl Post questionnaire the necessary information (note that not completely filling out the survey may result in your letter/package taking longer to deliver).
Remember to include the username of the person the letter is intended for in the "To" section.
If you are sending a package and wish to use images as visuals, remember to upload to your own image hosting account. Hotlinking images will result in your owl post not being delivered.
If you have a certain date OOC that you would like your letter to be delivered by, specify that in the last question of the survey.
RPing purchasing the Owl Post's delivery service is optional but encouraged. I want to play with you! In the event that you would rather your owl sent out sans RPing (an example being the delivery an unstalkable surprise for the recipient), please specify in the last question
This shop is STAFFED by Zachaël Lufkin (sweetpinkpixie).
Taking a moment between customers, Osric decided since there was a small lull in business now would be the perfect chance to go and feed the owls. Even though the feeders which were there for the customers to use to feed the owls were about half full. That was just treats. The owls loved their treats.
It was lunch time in the owlery. As Ozzy made his way over to the doors and slid into the enclosure. Filling each of the owls bowls, tidying up their nest and straightening out there spaces. While he was in there the charmed the broom to start sweeping up the mess of the floor. Of course he had to make sure every area of the Owl Post Office was well kept and tidy.
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Money fresh in her pockets, Oda headed for the post office. Once inside, she sat aside and wrote out her letter in her neatest of handwriting. She needed someone to help her and she needed someone to actually receive her letter. So writing to the castle was a shot in the dark, but she could not think about that. Odaline was alone in every sense of the word and the only place she could call home now was the castle that she hated. Except without her parents around, she had no way of getting back there. No way of getting her supplies.
And nowhere to live for the summer.
Maybe she could stay at Hogwarts for the summer? Was that allowed? Did the Headmaster live there?
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Ivanna wandered in to the owl post to see if it would easier to distribute gifts from her visit this way or if she should just pack them in her bags to take with her after the quidditch cup ended.
It was quite a predicament. She wanted people to know she was thinking about them and think she was thoughtful -- but at the same time, she did not want to hand deliver anything. That felt like it was quite too much effort.
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He was the only person his age without an owl or bird of some kind to deliver this or that, and Quentin was quite fine with it. He liked walking to the post office, he liked picking up his mail every morning, and he liked the distinct lack of bird droppings in his new flat.
It helped matters that his own shop was not at all far from the post office, and so, on his way in and out he could peek right in without fuss. With a fresh copy of a muggle newspaper underarm and a small bag of mini bagels (for himself and Natalie if she cared to partake) in hand, Quentin stepped into the post office and right up to the counter. With a small, irony-filled grin, Quentin bopped the little silver bell and awaited the clerk.
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He was the only person his age without an owl or bird of some kind to deliver this or that, and Quentin was quite fine with it. He liked walking to the post office, he liked picking up his mail every morning, and he liked the distinct lack of bird droppings in his new flat.
It helped matters that his own shop was not at all far from the post office, and so, on his way in and out he could peek right in without fuss. With a fresh copy of a muggle newspaper underarm and a small bag of mini bagels (for himself and Natalie if she cared to partake) in hand, Quentin stepped into the post office and right up to the counter. With a small, irony-filled grin, Quentin bopped the little silver bell and awaited the clerk.
Still settling in to the change of scenery, Zachaël was spending any time not serving customers in the back taking inventory. There was much covered in thick layers of dust and other substances he cared not know of origin. All he knew was that cleaning charms were proving to be minimal in effect, Madame Glossy's Silver Polish required several coats, Winky Crockett's Elbow Grease required real elbow grease, Mrs Skower's All-Purpose Magical Mess Remover was almost feeling more like a mess maker, he had a stack of rags nearly as tall as himself to wash and dry at the end of the day, and several boxes of donations to the junk shop. Perhaps some things could be re-purposed, but mostly he never wanted to lay his icy blues on the likes of any of this ever again.
Hearing the chime of the bell, Herjenmie gave an affectionate nip and tug on one of the shopkeeper's curls before accosting his earlobe a bit. "Sheesh, Herjenmie. I heard it. I swear," the man chuckled at the owl before making an honest, but in vain, attempt to dry his hands on a rag and remove some of the blackness from his finger tips. He had been attempting to clean up a several ink well spill in one of the cabinet drawers.
Grabbing a crimson towel and slinging it over his shoulder just so, Zachaël gave his shoulder a pat to invite the eagle owl to perch on his shoulder while he tended to their latest customer - to which the owl flew over gladly in his wobbly flight pattern.
"Salutations," he greeted as he stepped through the fabric divider between the backroom and the front desk - Herjenmie's talons flexing and unflexing on his shoulder while giving a bit of a feathery wiggle. "What can I do you for today?"
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Why was Chloe here, do you ask? Because her cousins were NEVER this unresponsive during the Hogwarts school year. Sure they were teenagers now - fourteen - and probably had other interests that were taking up their time (Read: Probably boys), but surely they wouldn't be ignoring her? If nothing else then to say thank you for the birthday gift they each received. Unless they didn't receive it.
Was there a tracking system in place on owl posts? You'd think that would be one of the things the redhead would know. It wasn't as if she was born yesterday. For Merlin's sake, she was nearly thirty - okay, so it was like two years away she wasn't going to count the fact that she was turning 29 SOON, nope, nope. Point is, she ought to know these things. And her cousins ought to respond to her. She had advice and experience they could use, without having to go through that awkward conversation of things with their parents, cause who wanted to talk to their parents on things??
......
o.o
The man. At the front desk. She hadn't seen him in like ... well, actually she could pinpoint exactly when she last saw him. Her sixth year closing feast. She ought to say something, but suddenly she felt speechless and completely at a loss for why she was even here. Why was she here? And forget about her fourteen year old cousins, because it felt almost as if SHE was the fourteen year old.
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Why was Chloe here, do you ask? Because her cousins were NEVER this unresponsive during the Hogwarts school year. Sure they were teenagers now - fourteen - and probably had other interests that were taking up their time (Read: Probably boys), but surely they wouldn't be ignoring her? If nothing else then to say thank you for the birthday gift they each received. Unless they didn't receive it.
Was there a tracking system in place on owl posts? You'd think that would be one of the things the redhead would know. It wasn't as if she was born yesterday. For Merlin's sake, she was nearly thirty - okay, so it was like two years away she wasn't going to count the fact that she was turning 29 SOON, nope, nope. Point is, she ought to know these things. And her cousins ought to respond to her. She had advice and experience they could use, without having to go through that awkward conversation of things with their parents, cause who wanted to talk to their parents on things??
......
o.o
The man. At the front desk. She hadn't seen him in like ... well, actually she could pinpoint exactly when she last saw him. Her sixth year closing feast. She ought to say something, but suddenly she felt speechless and completely at a loss for why she was even here. Why was she here? And forget about her fourteen year old cousins, because it felt almost as if SHE was the fourteen year old.
It was Nuria's turn on his shoulder today, though the rotation had become a bit skewed as the work he was attempted to do at the front desk required a more disciplined feathered friend on his shoulder and the elderly great gray owl was just the ticket. Though presently she was proving to be a bit of a distraction with her affectionate nips to his curls and his occasional appeasing of her needs by offering one of his fingers for her to nip at before he returned to his whittling.
It was actually Nuria who alerted him to the presence of a customer, his own attention a bit too keenly focused on his instrument as it cut through the wood like a knife through hot butter, nearly nicking his finger from the sharp tug to the collar of his jacket. "We need to work on your people skills," he chuckled to the owl, bopping her head with his own forehead before glancing up over at the woman.....who was staring at him.
.......um?
Had one of the owls left some dropping in his hair again? He had a bit of a love hate relationship with that - one of the few non-wizard-made products he did not have a heart attack over touching his curls.
".....you all right there?" he inquired warily as he set his tools down, offering Nuria another quick glance while she ruffled her feathers.
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It was Nuria's turn on his shoulder today, though the rotation had become a bit skewed as the work he was attempted to do at the front desk required a more disciplined feathered friend on his shoulder and the elderly great gray owl was just the ticket. Though presently she was proving to be a bit of a distraction with her affectionate nips to his curls and his occasional appeasing of her needs by offering one of his fingers for her to nip at before he returned to his whittling.
It was actually Nuria who alerted him to the presence of a customer, his own attention a bit too keenly focused on his instrument as it cut through the wood like a knife through hot butter, nearly nicking his finger from the sharp tug to the collar of his jacket. "We need to work on your people skills," he chuckled to the owl, bopping her head with his own forehead before glancing up over at the woman.....who was staring at him.
.......um?
Had one of the owls left some dropping in his hair again? He had a bit of a love hate relationship with that - one of the few non-wizard-made products he did not have a heart attack over touching his curls.
".....you all right there?" he inquired warily as he set his tools down, offering Nuria another quick glance while she ruffled her feathers.
People skills? Oh ... he was talking to the owl. Wake up Chloe. You're NEARLY thirty years old; not a bloody teenager anymore. She blinked a few times, nodding slowly, at his question, her mouth feeling quite parched.
Why was she here again? Oh right, because she didn't own an owl of her own and communication with family at Hogwarts was key. To be honest, she actually had no interest in owning her own owl ..... but that was besides the point.
Taking a step forward, the redhead nodded again, unsure really why but it was automatic. "I need to send a letter. Two letters." Oh good, she found her voice... see, not so difficult.
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People skills? Oh ... he was talking to the owl. Wake up Chloe. You're NEARLY thirty years old; not a bloody teenager anymore. She blinked a few times, nodding slowly, at his question, her mouth feeling quite parched.
Why was she here again? Oh right, because she didn't own an owl of her own and communication with family at Hogwarts was key. To be honest, she actually had no interest in owning her own owl ..... but that was besides the point.
Taking a step forward, the redhead nodded again, unsure really why but it was automatic. "I need to send a letter. Two letters." Oh good, she found her voice... see, not so difficult.
Zachaël was genuinely beginning to wonder if he had a bit of seaweed stuck between his teeth from the sushi he had had for lunch. Though the manner in which this particular customer was gawking at him did not give off the impression that there was anything unsavory afoot. Still, he ran his tongue roughly over his top row of teeth and then turned his head toward Nuria and gave her a tight grin. Did she see anything? He could usually count on her to pick things out with her beak whenever he did.
Which the owl did not. So his teeth were fine.
"Well, you've come to the right place in case that was a concern," he nodded cheekily, rolling up his sleeves a bit as though he were about to do some real heavy lifting. She had seemed lost...so...small reassurances? "Will that be economy, standard, or express?"
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Zachaël was genuinely beginning to wonder if he had a bit of seaweed stuck between his teeth from the sushi he had had for lunch. Though the manner in which this particular customer was gawking at him did not give off the impression that there was anything unsavory afoot. Still, he ran his tongue roughly over his top row of teeth and then turned his head toward Nuria and gave her a tight grin. Did she see anything? He could usually count on her to pick things out with her beak whenever he did.
Which the owl did not. So his teeth were fine.
"Well, you've come to the right place in case that was a concern," he nodded cheekily, rolling up his sleeves a bit as though he were about to do some real heavy lifting. She had seemed lost...so...small reassurances? "Will that be economy, standard, or express?"
No. Nothing stuck in the teeth. He was just as extraordinary as she recalled from the decade or so since she'd last seen him. Maybe even moreso, actually. But she did give a small smile to show that everything was okay.
"Do you ... have delivery confirmation? The letters need to get to Hogwarts. And I'm not sure ... they're getting through ..." Which was her way of saying she'd sent letters before.
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No. Nothing stuck in the teeth. He was just as extraordinary as she recalled from the decade or so since she'd last seen him. Maybe even moreso, actually. But she did give a small smile to show that everything was okay.
"Do you ... have delivery confirmation? The letters need to get to Hogwarts. And I'm not sure ... they're getting through ..." Which was her way of saying she'd sent letters before.
Any nostalgia was lost on the former Slytherin, most of his days at Hogwarts a blur and not for any reason in particular. Not that he could remember at least. But he easily returned her smile, good customer service policy and such. "Nuria, do you mind?" he scolded gently through his chuckle as he offered her a bit of scrap cloth to hold between her beak instead of his hair. It made business transactions more efficient.
Eyes back on his current customer, he cleared his throat before repeating himself - with some reluctance. He ought to just charge her the express fee.
"To Hogwarts? I can solve that riddle for you. Nothing is getting in or out from that castle. Been housing a few of the school owls here, actually." He wasn't sure about the rest but likely at the Ministry. "In fact, I've also got a stack of returned letters, parcels, and packages to sort through still and get owled out to their original senders. If you give me your name I can find them for you now."
Sorting through all that had not been on his list of priorities when he had taken over the Owl Post, so it was a rather hefty stack. At least it was all in alphabetical order.
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Any nostalgia was lost on the former Slytherin, most of his days at Hogwarts a blur and not for any reason in particular. Not that he could remember at least. But he easily returned her smile, good customer service policy and such. "Nuria, do you mind?" he scolded gently through his chuckle as he offered her a bit of scrap cloth to hold between her beak instead of his hair. It made business transactions more efficient.
Eyes back on his current customer, he cleared his throat before repeating himself - with some reluctance. He ought to just charge her the express fee.
"To Hogwarts? I can solve that riddle for you. Nothing is getting in or out from that castle. Been housing a few of the school owls here, actually." He wasn't sure about the rest but likely at the Ministry. "In fact, I've also got a stack of returned letters, parcels, and packages to sort through still and get owled out to their original senders. If you give me your name I can find them for you now."
Sorting through all that had not been on his list of priorities when he had taken over the Owl Post, so it was a rather hefty stack. At least it was all in alphabetical order.
...... well that made a whole lot of sense. Chloe watched him as he explained that he had packages and parcels to sort through and return to sender, shaking her head and frowning. "Unbelievable. I can't imagine what that must be like. My cousins must be terrified." Thoughts flickered over to Carys and Carsyn, but also to her son who was due to start Hogwarts in a few years. Would there be a Hogwarts?
"Adara. Chloe." Ought to be easy since her surname began with an A; unless he wanted surname for recipient, not sender.
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...... well that made a whole lot of sense. Chloe watched him as he explained that he had packages and parcels to sort through and return to sender, shaking her head and frowning. "Unbelievable. I can't imagine what that must be like. My cousins must be terrified." Thoughts flickered over to Carys and Carsyn, but also to her son who was due to start Hogwarts in a few years. Would there be a Hogwarts?
"Adara. Chloe." Ought to be easy since her surname began with an A; unless he wanted surname for recipient, not sender.
Shrugging his shoulders lightly, Zachaël wasn't sure what he thought about the whole Hogwarts situation. As any graduate knew, the school had its incidents. Every wizarding school did and you either figured out how to survive or you didn't. "I would be more concerned if the owls did not return at all," he offered in pseudo attempt at comfort, though the sentiment was genuine...as far as his owls were concerned. "The fact that they flew to the school and came back unscathed says something." Though Herjenmie in particular had had their feathers ruffled by...something. He could hardly get the eagle owl to leave its cage for the good portion of two weeks, even with the promise of treats.
"Adara...Adara..." he repeated upon pulling a large wicker box up on to the counter with an unceremonious thud. The name somewhat rung a bell, like a muted distant memory of some variety. But he attested this to the sheer number of names he read through on a daily basis. "Ah...here is one," he nodded as he plucked it from the box and set it on the counter, followed by a few others. "Apologies for the puncture wound there," he lamented as his thumb brushed over the hole through the paper from one of the owl's talons. "Very uncharacteristic of them. My assumption is that something spooked the owl and that happened."
Though he was proud that the letter had been returned period rather than dropped and lost to the elements.
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Still settling in to the change of scenery, Zachaël was spending any time not serving customers in the back taking inventory. There was much covered in thick layers of dust and other substances he cared not know of origin. All he knew was that cleaning charms were proving to be minimal in effect, Madame Glossy's Silver Polish required several coats, Winky Crockett's Elbow Grease required real elbow grease, Mrs Skower's All-Purpose Magical Mess Remover was almost feeling more like a mess maker, he had a stack of rags nearly as tall as himself to wash and dry at the end of the day, and several boxes of donations to the junk shop. Perhaps some things could be re-purposed, but mostly he never wanted to lay his icy blues on the likes of any of this ever again.
Hearing the chime of the bell, Herjenmie gave an affectionate nip and tug on one of the shopkeeper's curls before accosting his earlobe a bit. "Sheesh, Herjenmie. I heard it. I swear," the man chuckled at the owl before making an honest, but in vain, attempt to dry his hands on a rag and remove some of the blackness from his finger tips. He had been attempting to clean up a several ink well spill in one of the cabinet drawers.
Grabbing a crimson towel and slinging it over his shoulder just so, Zachaël gave his shoulder a pat to invite the eagle owl to perch on his shoulder while he tended to their latest customer - to which the owl flew over gladly in his wobbly flight pattern.
"Salutations," he greeted as he stepped through the fabric divider between the backroom and the front desk - Herjenmie's talons flexing and unflexing on his shoulder while giving a bit of a feathery wiggle. "What can I do you for today?"
"Salutations," Quentin said, greeting the other young man in kind. He could not help eying the owl- specifically the talons- as it sat perched upon the postman's broad shoulder. Rather novel wasn't it? The Owl Postman coming along with one of the very star players who made the business possible. the Botanist allowed the tiniest bit of amusement to slink its way into his good-natured smile. "I plan on sending a few items out, and- " He began as his dark, but kind eyes settled on the lively postcard display- "I'll be buying about.. let's do a dozen postcards, what teams do you have today?" Whether or not Thomaz, Shiv or Zai liked them was no matter, Quentin liked them and he firmly believed his younger siblings could do with something a bit silly, a bit flashy in their mail.
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Ministry Department Head:
Charles Hollingberry
Minister's Office
Ministry Department Head:
Airey Flamsteed
Mysteries
Diagon Alley Proprietor:
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Owl Post
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"Salutations," Quentin said, greeting the other young man in kind. He could not help eying the owl- specifically the talons- as it sat perched upon the postman's broad shoulder. Rather novel wasn't it? The Owl Postman coming along with one of the very star players who made the business possible. the Botanist allowed the tiniest bit of amusement to slink its way into his good-natured smile. "I plan on sending a few items out, and- " He began as his dark, but kind eyes settled on the lively postcard display- "I'll be buying about.. let's do a dozen postcards, what teams do you have today?" Whether or not Thomaz, Shiv or Zai liked them was no matter, Quentin liked them and he firmly believed his younger siblings could do with something a bit silly, a bit flashy in their mail.
Permitting Herjenmie to peck at his lower lip for a few seconds, the falconer turned his attention back towards his newest customer and reached for his golden scales to weigh these items to be sent. But first there was the matter of postcards and their...teams? Was this some sort of generational gap going on? What did that even mean? Unless the gentleman was speaking to quidditch teams...of which he only had old outdated postcards to offer there. Those had not been on his priority list during his inventory refresh.
"I have some watercolors from a local artist," he began by gesturing towards the stand at the edge of the counter. "Local sights from London and Diagon Alley...as well as some from local photographers. All exclusives to the Owl Post. You won't find them anywhere else."
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Fletcher was trusting that his boy was smart and strong and not at all spindly-legged, but he did know that his son had a lot of energy. So he had one eye on him all the while and the other on these flowers he was just leaning down to look at and sniff. They did smell quite nice... was that one butterbeer, and the other one firewhiskey, or was he just imagining his favorite flavors coming to life...?
OF COURSE the second he took his eyes off the fountain and onto the flowers, Lil Dunk would start RACING around the fountain. The boy ratted on himself though by demanding he look at his buffoonery. "THAT'S ENOUGH," Fletcher boomed, straightening up as he spied his son starting to climb the actual fountain. He didn't give his son a chance to climb down, either, and flicked his wand at him so he levitated off the fountain and down to the ground beside Fletcher, who encased his hand in an iron fist once again.
Ahem. Kid was a little wet, huh? Fletcher pointed his wand at him, this time aiming the drying spell on his son's mop of hair. He chuckled as it blew his bangs up and out of order. Teh heh. This was funny, and Fletcher wasn't going to get mad at his son for having a bit of excess energy. That's just how kids were.
"Let's go check out another shop in the Alley, huh Dunk?" That's right, there were other sections that did not involve climbing. Maybe Dunk would like the owl emporium or post office. Fletcher did have some post to send.
Can we emphasize how upset Duncan got when his father yelled at him??? In front of the wizards in cloaks, no less! Granted he got himself wet and tried to climb a fountain but this was not a big deal. His mother would've let him no she did not. He sulked for like a few minutes, especially when he was now back under the steel grip again. So, yes, he just frowned and tagged along to where his dad was taking them. "Dunno," he replied to every suggestion father gave. He was super excited to go to the Quidditch shop, or somewhere with candy, oooooh or with pets!
They were at the post office for some reason?? "Nooooo, I wanna go look at the pets." He whined, trying to free his hand again since this was a fairly dull place to be at. He could not climb anything here. "Mallory said we were allowed to have rats as pets." He was super excited to have a cute little rat! his mother would flip tho.
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Can we emphasize how upset Duncan got when his father yelled at him??? In front of the wizards in cloaks, no less! Granted he got himself wet and tried to climb a fountain but this was not a big deal. His mother would've let him no she did not. He sulked for like a few minutes, especially when he was now back under the steel grip again. So, yes, he just frowned and tagged along to where his dad was taking them. "Dunno," he replied to every suggestion father gave. He was super excited to go to the Quidditch shop, or somewhere with candy, oooooh or with pets!
They were at the post office for some reason?? "Nooooo, I wanna go look at the pets." He whined, trying to free his hand again since this was a fairly dull place to be at. He could not climb anything here. "Mallory said we were allowed to have rats as pets." He was super excited to have a cute little rat! his mother would flip tho.
Oh come on, Dunk was supposed to be more fun than Mal, who had been really quite accomplished at temper tantrums when she was Dunk's age. Fletcher hmmed and ignored his son's fidgeting for the most part. "You wanna do the wax seal for me, bud?" He nudged a letter he had ready to post to one of his shops over to the boy and gently released his hand. "The faster we get this done, the faster we can go look at..." hang on, RATS?!
"No no no no no no," Fletcher chuckled, shaking his head and then autographing some paperwork for his new employer. He tidied up the papers and looked down at his son. "Mallory was just pulling your leg. She's never even had a pet rat." Has she? There was a lot he didn't know and didn't want to know about his twenty-something daughter. "Wouldn't you rather have a nice..." erm, not another dog, "pygmy puff?" At least they were useful, with their booger cleaning tongues and all.
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Waful had been a bit a bit on edge ever since the encounter on the playground incident, which meant that Zachaël was giving the snowy owl a bit ore TLC than usual to try and calm his shaky feathers. Lighter packages as well and few important documents until he could be certain that the owl was back in tip top shape.
Which was why this particular owl was perched on his shoulder while he sat on a stool a corner behind the counter while whittling away on another custom order for a wax seal stamp. Though he did settle the slender piece of wood on to his thigh and straightened when he heard the gentle ring of the bell above the door as it opened as the father-son pair entered. Standing, Waful screening in protest, he moved behind his counter properly.
"Owls make for fine pets," he offered with a bit of a wink at the snowy owl. "Though I am of a rather biased opinion. Other than unsolicited suggestions, what else can I do for you today?"
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Oh come on, Dunk was supposed to be more fun than Mal, who had been really quite accomplished at temper tantrums when she was Dunk's age. Fletcher hmmed and ignored his son's fidgeting for the most part. "You wanna do the wax seal for me, bud?" He nudged a letter he had ready to post to one of his shops over to the boy and gently released his hand. "The faster we get this done, the faster we can go look at..." hang on, RATS?!
"No no no no no no," Fletcher chuckled, shaking his head and then autographing some paperwork for his new employer. He tidied up the papers and looked down at his son. "Mallory was just pulling your leg. She's never even had a pet rat." Has she? There was a lot he didn't know and didn't want to know about his twenty-something daughter. "Wouldn't you rather have a nice..." erm, not another dog, "pygmy puff?" At least they were useful, with their booger cleaning tongues and all.
Hmph.
Yeah, Duncan WAS fast, his father was just s0o0o0o sl0o0o0ow. It was just a letter, shove it in and be done with it. Duncan did the whole crossing arms, scowling thing to let his dad know he was not amused in this place.
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... a wax seal? Ooooooh, what's that. "Yeah, okay." He released his arms, and grabbed onto the ledge of the table to try and see what was the wax seal thing. "I can do it. Do I have to be strong?" Because he was. He was just checking, err, so he wouldn't break the seal. What was it again?
"She didn't say she owned one, she just said I could. I want to." He beamed, totally forgetting the sulking act he was adamant on carrying from the leaky cauldron till here. "A pygmy puff?" He scrunched up his nose disgustedly. "No, thank you. They're for girls." Duh. They were fluffy and colorful and squeaky. He didn't deny it was nice looking, probably so soft to touch too, but he was a boy. So... yeah, no, thank you. He needed a rat.
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Waful had been a bit a bit on edge ever since the encounter on the playground incident, which meant that Zachaël was giving the snowy owl a bit ore TLC than usual to try and calm his shaky feathers. Lighter packages as well and few important documents until he could be certain that the owl was back in tip top shape.
Which was why this particular owl was perched on his shoulder while he sat on a stool a corner behind the counter while whittling away on another custom order for a wax seal stamp. Though he did settle the slender piece of wood on to his thigh and straightened when he heard the gentle ring of the bell above the door as it opened as the father-son pair entered. Standing, Waful screening in protest, he moved behind his counter properly.
"Owls make for fine pets," he offered with a bit of a wink at the snowy owl. "Though I am of a rather biased opinion. Other than unsolicited suggestions, what else can I do for you today?"
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Hmph.
Yeah, Duncan WAS fast, his father was just s0o0o0o sl0o0o0ow. It was just a letter, shove it in and be done with it. Duncan did the whole crossing arms, scowling thing to let his dad know he was not amused in this place.
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... a wax seal? Ooooooh, what's that. "Yeah, okay." He released his arms, and grabbed onto the ledge of the table to try and see what was the wax seal thing. "I can do it. Do I have to be strong?" Because he was. He was just checking, err, so he wouldn't break the seal. What was it again?
"She didn't say she owned one, she just said I could. I want to." He beamed, totally forgetting the sulking act he was adamant on carrying from the leaky cauldron till here. "A pygmy puff?" He scrunched up his nose disgustedly. "No, thank you. They're for girls." Duh. They were fluffy and colorful and squeaky. He didn't deny it was nice looking, probably so soft to touch too, but he was a boy. So... yeah, no, thank you. He needed a rat.
HUHUHHHHUH?
Fletcher almost jumped when the guy behind the counter the one looking like a pirate with a parrot on his shoulder suddenly spoke. He definitely hadn't noticed him or his owl. He'd just wanted to get these letters sent out, and he felt stupid for not being more vigilant as they walked in. "In just a minute, I'll have some post for you, mate," he replied to the shopkeeper, looking down at his son again.
His pouty, but still sweet, little boy.
"Mm, yeah, you need to be strong like me to make this work," Fletcher extrapolated as he got the blue wax ready for the boy. "Climb up on this stool here," see, there was something to climb everywhere if you looked hard enough, "and you'll be able to reach the counter. Each letter needs a seal in the middle." He demonstrated with the first one, sealing it with a the stamp of DMF in the middle. Fletcher found this task oddly satisfying. "Now you go."
Fletcher passed him the next letter. "Is your sister in charge of you now?" Funny how kids thought they could boss around each other. Hilarious. Mallory would be receiving one of these letters if she kept pulling this crap. He caught sight of Dunk's face and stifled a laugh. "Naaaaaaaah, come on," Fletcher did crack a crooked smile at the thought of taking home a rat today. Jessa would LOVE it. "You want a pygmy puff. I had a... yellow pygmy puff when I was your age." That was a blatant lie; Fletcher had been friends with a butterbeer bottle and a tinfoil man, but his kid could do better than that.
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Waful had been a bit a bit on edge ever since the encounter on the playground incident, which meant that Zachaël was giving the snowy owl a bit ore TLC than usual to try and calm his shaky feathers. Lighter packages as well and few important documents until he could be certain that the owl was back in tip top shape.
Which was why this particular owl was perched on his shoulder while he sat on a stool a corner behind the counter while whittling away on another custom order for a wax seal stamp. Though he did settle the slender piece of wood on to his thigh and straightened when he heard the gentle ring of the bell above the door as it opened as the father-son pair entered. Standing, Waful screening in protest, he moved behind his counter properly.
"Owls make for fine pets," he offered with a bit of a wink at the snowy owl. "Though I am of a rather biased opinion. Other than unsolicited suggestions, what else can I do for you today?"
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HUHUHHHHUH?
Fletcher almost jumped when the guy behind the counter the one looking like a pirate with a parrot on his shoulder suddenly spoke. He definitely hadn't noticed him or his owl. He'd just wanted to get these letters sent out, and he felt stupid for not being more vigilant as they walked in. "In just a minute, I'll have some post for you, mate," he replied to the shopkeeper, looking down at his son again.
His pouty, but still sweet, little boy.
"Mm, yeah, you need to be strong like me to make this work," Fletcher extrapolated as he got the blue wax ready for the boy. "Climb up on this stool here," see, there was something to climb everywhere if you looked hard enough, "and you'll be able to reach the counter. Each letter needs a seal in the middle." He demonstrated with the first one, sealing it with a the stamp of DMF in the middle. Fletcher found this task oddly satisfying. "Now you go."
Fletcher passed him the next letter. "Is your sister in charge of you now?" Funny how kids thought they could boss around each other. Hilarious. Mallory would be receiving one of these letters if she kept pulling this crap. He caught sight of Dunk's face and stifled a laugh. "Naaaaaaaah, come on," Fletcher did crack a crooked smile at the thought of taking home a rat today. Jessa would LOVE it. "You want a pygmy puff. I had a... yellow pygmy puff when I was your age." That was a blatant lie; Fletcher had been friends with a butterbeer bottle and a tinfoil man, but his kid could do better than that.
Owls as pets? Duncan thought about it for a moment, looking at the owl on the man's shoulder and how it moved when he moved. He climbed on the stool as his dad told him, which got him closer to the man behind the counter. "But... you can't sleep with an owl. They fly away a lot." He was asking but in a way that didn't show he didn't know. And to be honest, having an owl was a better option than a pygmy puff.
The wax seal? Wow. Duncan, smiling, took the stamp and waited for his father to place the wax in the proper place. "A yellow one?" Not even a boyish color, like brown or blue. He pressed the stamp onto the wax, being super slow but also strong once the stamp hit the letter, his eyes were so closely monitoring the process his nose almost touched the stamp. "But don't you feel that you shouldn't have gotten a yellow pygmy puff?"
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Owls as pets? Duncan thought about it for a moment, looking at the owl on the man's shoulder and how it moved when he moved. He climbed on the stool as his dad told him, which got him closer to the man behind the counter. "But... you can't sleep with an owl. They fly away a lot." He was asking but in a way that didn't show he didn't know. And to be honest, having an owl was a better option than a pygmy puff.
The wax seal? Wow. Duncan, smiling, took the stamp and waited for his father to place the wax in the proper place. "A yellow one?" Not even a boyish color, like brown or blue. He pressed the stamp onto the wax, being super slow but also strong once the stamp hit the letter, his eyes were so closely monitoring the process his nose almost touched the stamp. "But don't you feel that you shouldn't have gotten a yellow pygmy puff?"
Thanks a lot, pirate man, for putting the idea into Dunk's head that he now needed an owl. "That's true. Owls are more like... working pets," he tried to explain, also attempting to think of a way to talk his kid out of wanting one. He glanced at the post office employee and gave him a subtle shake of the head. C'mon man, work with him here. "Owls also..." Also, also, also what?? "They poop a lot," Fletcher decided, starting to work on the next letter, envelope, and wax. He passed the hot envelope to his son. "You'd have to clean up ALL the owl poop, and all the feathers they shed, and all the dead mice they bring you...."
That's right, hadn't his kid just wanted a rat? "They totally eat rats, by the way." Now Fletcher spared a glance for the owl itself. It wasn't going to like, peck him, was it? He mouthed a silent SORRY its way just in case, right over Dunk's head so he wouldn't see. The Fletchers simply didn't need another owl; their building had plenty of free ones to borrow. Plus he LIKED having an excuse to get out of the house and come to the post office. Having a family owl would take that joy away.
A pygmy puff was a much more suitable choice for Lil Dunk. "Yep, a yellow one." Right, it didn't match him at all, ha bloody ha. "I was a Hufflepuff, you see." Fletcher passed him his last letter to seal. "Hufflepuffs like gold things and their house colors are yellow and black. And yellow is like gold, the color of money." Dunk knew that; everyone knew golden things were good. But back to the pygmy puff thing. "Don't tell your mum this, but I bet a pygmy puff would eat the vegetables you don't like right off your plate."
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Thanks a lot, pirate man, for putting the idea into Dunk's head that he now needed an owl. "That's true. Owls are more like... working pets," he tried to explain, also attempting to think of a way to talk his kid out of wanting one. He glanced at the post office employee and gave him a subtle shake of the head. C'mon man, work with him here. "Owls also..." Also, also, also what?? "They poop a lot," Fletcher decided, starting to work on the next letter, envelope, and wax. He passed the hot envelope to his son. "You'd have to clean up ALL the owl poop, and all the feathers they shed, and all the dead mice they bring you...."
That's right, hadn't his kid just wanted a rat? "They totally eat rats, by the way." Now Fletcher spared a glance for the owl itself. It wasn't going to like, peck him, was it? He mouthed a silent SORRY its way just in case, right over Dunk's head so he wouldn't see. The Fletchers simply didn't need another owl; their building had plenty of free ones to borrow. Plus he LIKED having an excuse to get out of the house and come to the post office. Having a family owl would take that joy away.
A pygmy puff was a much more suitable choice for Lil Dunk. "Yep, a yellow one." Right, it didn't match him at all, ha bloody ha. "I was a Hufflepuff, you see." Fletcher passed him his last letter to seal. "Hufflepuffs like gold things and their house colors are yellow and black. And yellow is like gold, the color of money." Dunk knew that; everyone knew golden things were good. But back to the pygmy puff thing. "Don't tell your mum this, but I bet a pygmy puff would eat the vegetables you don't like right off your plate."
Duncan enjoyed the sealing of envelopes. He made sure to press the stamp SO WELL so that the picture was visible. He also wanted to touch it. Can he touch it? He was going to try it in the next letter his father passed to him.
Wow, his father did know a lot about owls. It was not surprising, his father knew a lot about a lot of things. Owls, pygmy puffs, money, how to make mum happy after they had a small fight and much more. "They eat rats?" Duncan paused his stamping, a little horrified by this brand new information. Okay, they couldn't get an owl now! "I didn't know birds ate stuff other than grass." He added sadly, going back to his stamping.
The talk about Hufflepuff cheered him up a little. It was funny how quickly children's emotions morphed at this age, right? They cared deeply but moved on quite fast, or was it just lil Dunk? In any case, he started to have a smile on the more his father talked about his house back in school. "I hope I'm also sorted in Hufflepuff, just like you." He commented spontaneously just before he moved his finger to touch the seal he just stamped.
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Duncan enjoyed the sealing of envelopes. He made sure to press the stamp SO WELL so that the picture was visible. He also wanted to touch it. Can he touch it? He was going to try it in the next letter his father passed to him.
Wow, his father did know a lot about owls. It was not surprising, his father knew a lot about a lot of things. Owls, pygmy puffs, money, how to make mum happy after they had a small fight and much more. "They eat rats?" Duncan paused his stamping, a little horrified by this brand new information. Okay, they couldn't get an owl now! "I didn't know birds ate stuff other than grass." He added sadly, going back to his stamping.
The talk about Hufflepuff cheered him up a little. It was funny how quickly children's emotions morphed at this age, right? They cared deeply but moved on quite fast, or was it just lil Dunk? In any case, he started to have a smile on the more his father talked about his house back in school. "I hope I'm also sorted in Hufflepuff, just like you." He commented spontaneously just before he moved his finger to touch the seal he just stamped.
Merlin, the boy thought birds ate grass. Wait, DID they? No, they totally didn't. Fletcher had fed an owl before.... he'd fed it a......... mouse, right...? Er? Was that right? No, his son was wrong. He totally knew things about things and stuff and had definitely passed all his OWLS honestly.
"Yeah birds don't eat grass, kid. They like worms and bugs and things," he finally mumbled, getting a bit distracted by his post. He shuffled it all together in a stack and prepared to hand it over to the postman. He was just waiting on the last letter now. "Aww." Fletcher couldn't help but beam at what his boy said. "I hope you are too." Nevermind that Hufflepuff was just a house of mishaps who didn't fit in anywhere else. His son could TOTALLY be the next Glitterpuff, especially if they picked out a good pygmy puff for him.
For all his earlier vigilance, Fletcher nearly missed his son trying to touch the warm wax seal on the last letter. "Oh---" he started to say, then stopped, because 1) it was too late; and 2) this was one of those things the boy just had to learn for himself. "Wax is hot, Dunk," Fletcher pointed out un-helpfully after the fact. "How's your finger?"
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