30 Jul 2019, 11:46
Chain mail
@Angus WatsonThea walked up the stairs to the owlery like she did almost always every week after classes with some parchment and her pencil case. She used quills in classes but when it came to writing letters for her relatives she preferred to use pens.
She sat down by the stone-cold wall of the circular room and put down the supplies to have a look at the owls. As always, there was a couple of other people here but she didn't mind them in favor of admiring the animals.
She had an affinity for creatures and appreciated most of them, and now that she learned she would get to interact with magical ones that she couldn't even imagine existed she was giddy with excitement.
Well, it died down after learning it started only after she has reached the third year of her magical schooling, but it still was there. For now, just observing and interacting with the smartest owls she's seen was enough.
Thea sighed and stopped looking at the smart creatures and finally started to put down words on the page. The typical things she'd write to her family - how she missed them. How were they? How was Cookie? The things you'd expect a child on a muggle camp to write to their parents on a postcard, except that this wasn't a vacation.
Hi Anna!
Did your recital go well? I am still sort of flustered after what you wrote about the theme. Well, I hope it did. I'm doing fairly well without all of my supplies, so there's no need to have dad send them all. Imagine trying to send that via an owl!
Tell mom I'm doing fine with classes. I think she'd enjoy them a lot more than I am right now. Learning about a Gargoyle War isn't exactly what I'd imagined when I was on a train to a magical school, but it's at least somewhat interesting.
How's Cookie doing? And also what about the "big project" that dad and mom had in store? I hope I won't miss it. I'll come back to you the first chance I get.
Your favorite sister,
Thea.
She put down the pen and read over it one last time to check for any spelling mistakes. Since Anna started second grade, she was very much wary of all and any mistakes she could correct her older sister on.
The Hufflepuff smiled and put the piece of paper in an envelope and wrote down the address quickly. As she was about to get up and send the letter on its way, an owl flew in front of her and dropped another letter.
At first, Thea smiled. Was her family missing her that much? She doesn't write for a couple of days and they're already sending panicked letters? Her good mood soon faded when the envelope wasn't addressed to her. It was addressed to "Honor and Gwyneth Watson". Whoever she was, she was neither.
"That's not me," she protested quietly, but the owl already flew away, and sat down looking proud of itself. So much for them being the smartest animals she's ever met.
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30 Jul 2019, 21:50
Chain mail
Angus liked the owlery. Students rarely stayed here for more than a few minutes, which were needed to attach their letter to the owl's leg, so it was rather quiet here. It was possible to think and hide from people and awful tormenting other people librarians. After all, nobody wrote letters in the owlery. Nobody except Angus, of course.
The Gryffindor sat leaning against the cold, stone wall of the owlery and wrote a letter to his sisters on his knee. His writing wasn't calligraphic, and the conditions in which he wrote made it worse, but he didn't care, he was much more concerned with what was in the letter. The boy didn't know how to write about himself and describe how he feels and if his grades are good, which was what his sisters always asked for. Angus was really bad at this. He also couldn't put on paper all the wonderful things he saw at Hogwarts, so he always attached the daily prophet to the letter, hoping that this would be enough. Fortunately, his sisters were always understanding, and Honor loved to cut out the pictures from the daily prophet. Actually, the boy had more problems with his parents, more precisely with his father, who, without detailed description, couldn’t understand what was the difference between Hogwarts and the amusement park, and whenever Angus was at home he had to ask at least once: "What even are you learning there at this Hegwarts?
Angus sighed, recalling this question and wrote a few sentences saying that he feels good and doesn't have to fight a dragon in class. He complained a little about the defence against the dark arts, as he usually did. In return, his sisters sent him complaints about their muggle school. The letter wasn't much different from his previous ones, but the Gryffindor couldn't think of anything new, so he put it in the envelope and moved toward one of the school's owls.
He tried to attach it to the owl's foot, but it made that very difficult for him. "Do not fidget ..." he muttered under his breath. In response, it bit his finger. Angus looked at it with annoyance. "Listen, it looks like we both had a tough day, so what about a lovely trip to Stirling? It can be very relaxing!" The Gryffindor really tried to look enthusiastic. If the owls had faces, this one would probably look at him with irony. At least, he managed to attach that bloody letter. The bird flew away.
For a moment Angus watched as it flies away but then at one point it turned back and flew at the far end of the owlery. The Gryffindor looked at the returning owl in disbelief. He quickly moved across the room looking for the disobedient owl. He passed some Hufflepuff and finally found it.
"Here you are! I don't want to worry you, but this is not Stirling. So, could you... Wait, what have you done with my letter?! "
The Gryffindor sat leaning against the cold, stone wall of the owlery and wrote a letter to his sisters on his knee. His writing wasn't calligraphic, and the conditions in which he wrote made it worse, but he didn't care, he was much more concerned with what was in the letter. The boy didn't know how to write about himself and describe how he feels and if his grades are good, which was what his sisters always asked for. Angus was really bad at this. He also couldn't put on paper all the wonderful things he saw at Hogwarts, so he always attached the daily prophet to the letter, hoping that this would be enough. Fortunately, his sisters were always understanding, and Honor loved to cut out the pictures from the daily prophet. Actually, the boy had more problems with his parents, more precisely with his father, who, without detailed description, couldn’t understand what was the difference between Hogwarts and the amusement park, and whenever Angus was at home he had to ask at least once: "What even are you learning there at this Hegwarts?
Angus sighed, recalling this question and wrote a few sentences saying that he feels good and doesn't have to fight a dragon in class. He complained a little about the defence against the dark arts, as he usually did. In return, his sisters sent him complaints about their muggle school. The letter wasn't much different from his previous ones, but the Gryffindor couldn't think of anything new, so he put it in the envelope and moved toward one of the school's owls.
He tried to attach it to the owl's foot, but it made that very difficult for him. "Do not fidget ..." he muttered under his breath. In response, it bit his finger. Angus looked at it with annoyance. "Listen, it looks like we both had a tough day, so what about a lovely trip to Stirling? It can be very relaxing!" The Gryffindor really tried to look enthusiastic. If the owls had faces, this one would probably look at him with irony. At least, he managed to attach that bloody letter. The bird flew away.
For a moment Angus watched as it flies away but then at one point it turned back and flew at the far end of the owlery. The Gryffindor looked at the returning owl in disbelief. He quickly moved across the room looking for the disobedient owl. He passed some Hufflepuff and finally found it.
"Here you are! I don't want to worry you, but this is not Stirling. So, could you... Wait, what have you done with my letter?! "
Last edited by Angus Watson on 20 Aug 2019, 10:05, edited 2 times in total.
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3 Aug 2019, 22:06
Chain mail
Thea looked at the letter debating whether to open it or not. The owls were smart, really smart, and that one looked especially proud of itself, probably thinking it delivered a letter in record time. But if it made a mistake, it would be very, very wrong for Thea to open the small envelope.
Honor and Gwyneth Watson could have been anyone. Relatives, friends from the muggle world, or friends from Hogwarts. A strange way of delivering something to them if they were actually learning in Hogwarts, but people were into scrapbooking and all of that stuff, so it wouldn't have been a huge stretch to assume they were just fans of hand written letters than normal talking.
"Honor and Gwyneth." Thea whispered back to herself so even the Gryffindor boy who just passed her wouldn't be able to hear it. The names were strange, but had a certain beauty to them and it'd be a bit hypocritical to assume they were weird, since you didnt find much people named Thea as well.
She debated the entire thing from start to finish in hee head over and over again, weighing pros and cons of taking a peak at the letter and not doing so she didn't even hear the boy's nervous shouting until the final line.
"What have you done with my letter" was a strange question to ask in an owlery. It was probably delivered to the person it was sent to and Thea mentally rolled her eyes and was sure every owl able to hear him borderline screaming did so as well, until she actually looked up.
The boy was rather tall and sickly skinny. He had fair hair and was clearly distressed about the owl, even if she couldn't see his face clearly. Thea slid against the wall a bit closer to be able to see everything better, and was fairly happy with the fact someone had come and interrupted her mental debate until she saw that the owl the boy was getting mad at was the owl who had just dropped off a strange letter in her lap.
Another debate with herself started. It was clear she couldn't open the letter now that she knew it wasn't some random spam or chain mail, but what was she supposed to do with this newly found information? The obvious answer would be return the letter, but Thea's heart skipped a beat when she thought of that option.
What if the boy accused her of stealing the letter or she saw something wrong and it was a different owl? Questions were running through her mind and the more she waited the less answers she had so she shut her eyes and sharply stood up, trying to get the attention of the boy.
She tapped him on the shoulder and extended the letter towards him. "I think this is yours," she let out quietly with a small, nervous smile that could be considered sour as well, her eyes narrowed in embarrassment but she was still looking the boy in the face, now noticing his dark brown eyes.Sorry for the late reply! '^^
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