6 Jun 2018, 15:48
No Home to Write to
Dinah had decided to spend most of her time exploring the maze that was the castle. With it's winding staircases, various corridors and moving portraits it could be quite difficult to keep a track of where you were going. She figured that the more time she spent getting acquainted with the castle, the easier it would be to find her way around once her lessons started.
That was how she had found herself ascending a stone staircase up to the Owlery tower. As she entered the tower, the first thing she noticed was how cold it was up there. Each window was devoid of glass, she assumed for the owls easy access, and the cold Scottish wind was blowing through the circular room. It caused an involuntary shiver to make it's way up and down Dinah's spine and she hugged her arms to her chest in a pointless attempt to maintain her body heat.
Dinah had heard all the other students talk about going to the Owlery to send letters to their families and she'd seen them in the common room or the library, writing on reams and reams of parchment. Everyone seemed to have lots to tell their family, meanwhile Dinah barely felt she had done anything yet.
Not that she had anyone to write to anyway. Nobody at the muggle care home would care whether she wrote or not and it wasn't like she'd made friends with any of the kids there.
Even so, she stayed up there in the tower and watched the owls fly about their business. Some were sat on the perches that reached high up to the ceiling while others were content just sat on the stone walls or in the window sills. Dinah watched the few that were flying outside, simply circling the tower and getting a bit of exercise, spreading their wings.
She thought they were beautiful. From being young, Dinah had been a huge lover of animals and oddly she felt at home in the tower among the group of birds.
Slowly and carefully she extended her hand to one of the barn owls that was sat nearby. She had noticed it's big yellow eyes watching her. It was probably wondering what she was doing up here if she had no letter to send.
The owls eyes flicked to her outstretched hand and back to her face. He hopped a little closer. Dinah remained still as she knew that any unexpected movement would cause the owl to become scared and presumably fly away.
"I won't hurt you." She whispered, as the small owl moved even closer and began inspecting her hand with it's beak. She allowed it to become comfortable with her hand for a moment longer before she reached over and began stroking the owls pale brown feathers. The bird welcomed the contact and chirped happily as she continued to pet it.
It's feathers were soft as silk and Dinah allowed a small grin to settle on her face. This was what she was good at. Interacting with other people? Far too difficult. Animals on the other hand, she could more than handle.
As she allowed the barn owl to nip affectionately at her fingers, a much larger snowy owl flew through the nearest window and landed delicately on one of the perches. In it's beak it carried a thick envelope and a few parcels wrapped in brown paper.
Dinah looked over jealously and wondered which lucky student would be receiving the gifts and words of encouragement from their parents tomorrow at breakfast.
It was an experience she would never have and she couldn't help but feel rather bitter about it.
That was how she had found herself ascending a stone staircase up to the Owlery tower. As she entered the tower, the first thing she noticed was how cold it was up there. Each window was devoid of glass, she assumed for the owls easy access, and the cold Scottish wind was blowing through the circular room. It caused an involuntary shiver to make it's way up and down Dinah's spine and she hugged her arms to her chest in a pointless attempt to maintain her body heat.
Dinah had heard all the other students talk about going to the Owlery to send letters to their families and she'd seen them in the common room or the library, writing on reams and reams of parchment. Everyone seemed to have lots to tell their family, meanwhile Dinah barely felt she had done anything yet.
Not that she had anyone to write to anyway. Nobody at the muggle care home would care whether she wrote or not and it wasn't like she'd made friends with any of the kids there.
Even so, she stayed up there in the tower and watched the owls fly about their business. Some were sat on the perches that reached high up to the ceiling while others were content just sat on the stone walls or in the window sills. Dinah watched the few that were flying outside, simply circling the tower and getting a bit of exercise, spreading their wings.
She thought they were beautiful. From being young, Dinah had been a huge lover of animals and oddly she felt at home in the tower among the group of birds.
Slowly and carefully she extended her hand to one of the barn owls that was sat nearby. She had noticed it's big yellow eyes watching her. It was probably wondering what she was doing up here if she had no letter to send.
The owls eyes flicked to her outstretched hand and back to her face. He hopped a little closer. Dinah remained still as she knew that any unexpected movement would cause the owl to become scared and presumably fly away.
"I won't hurt you." She whispered, as the small owl moved even closer and began inspecting her hand with it's beak. She allowed it to become comfortable with her hand for a moment longer before she reached over and began stroking the owls pale brown feathers. The bird welcomed the contact and chirped happily as she continued to pet it.
It's feathers were soft as silk and Dinah allowed a small grin to settle on her face. This was what she was good at. Interacting with other people? Far too difficult. Animals on the other hand, she could more than handle.
As she allowed the barn owl to nip affectionately at her fingers, a much larger snowy owl flew through the nearest window and landed delicately on one of the perches. In it's beak it carried a thick envelope and a few parcels wrapped in brown paper.
Dinah looked over jealously and wondered which lucky student would be receiving the gifts and words of encouragement from their parents tomorrow at breakfast.
It was an experience she would never have and she couldn't help but feel rather bitter about it.
Last edited by Dinah Dragensail on 23 Jun 2018, 16:14, edited 1 time in total.
- D.Dragensail
Stamina: 6, Agility: 5, Strength: 4, Control: 5, ArcPower: 5, Accuracy: 5
6 Jun 2018, 18:44
No Home to Write to
Amadea didn't often travel to the owlery, but with every trip she made it reminded her about how much she loved being there. To others, the owlery might seem like an odd place to spend time, but Amadea loved the solitude of it. Sometimes she would even talk to the owls. Obviously, they couldn't comprehend what she was saying, but she talked to them nevertheless. Against her better judgement, she sometimes believed that they were giving her advice back, with the way their beady eyes stared at her as she spoke about whatever was troubling her at the given time.
She climbed the stairs with haste, not wanting to waste a single second of the few free hours she had. Today she had decided to bring up a blank sheet of paper. She hoped she would find some sort of inspiration to write her music today. She hadn't tried composing anything since she had talked with one of her friends in the study room about music. She had felt too self conscious to even near the piano bench. Eventually, she knew she had to get back to it and today was the day.
As she reached the top of the stairs that led into the owlery, she was surprised to see another student there. It wasn't as if Amadea hadn't encountered a student in the owlery before, but she was just surprised to see them today. she didn't often see people when she came to mail her letters or sit with the owls. She carefully tucked the piece of paper away in her robes. She wouldn't be able to concentrate when other people were here. Now that she had already made the journey, she decided to step inside and visit the owls. Maybe she would even say something to the other girl in the room.
Amadea didn't recognize the girl, but from the colors of her scarf, she was a Gryffindor. She apparently had the same idea as Amadea to visit with the owls and play with them. As Amadea approached, the owls turned and stared at her in their way of greeting. Amadea smiled at them, reaching out her fingers to let them nibble. Then she turned toward the girl.
"Hello," she said.
She climbed the stairs with haste, not wanting to waste a single second of the few free hours she had. Today she had decided to bring up a blank sheet of paper. She hoped she would find some sort of inspiration to write her music today. She hadn't tried composing anything since she had talked with one of her friends in the study room about music. She had felt too self conscious to even near the piano bench. Eventually, she knew she had to get back to it and today was the day.
As she reached the top of the stairs that led into the owlery, she was surprised to see another student there. It wasn't as if Amadea hadn't encountered a student in the owlery before, but she was just surprised to see them today. she didn't often see people when she came to mail her letters or sit with the owls. She carefully tucked the piece of paper away in her robes. She wouldn't be able to concentrate when other people were here. Now that she had already made the journey, she decided to step inside and visit the owls. Maybe she would even say something to the other girl in the room.
Amadea didn't recognize the girl, but from the colors of her scarf, she was a Gryffindor. She apparently had the same idea as Amadea to visit with the owls and play with them. As Amadea approached, the owls turned and stared at her in their way of greeting. Amadea smiled at them, reaching out her fingers to let them nibble. Then she turned toward the girl.
"Hello," she said.
7 Jun 2018, 21:53
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Still allowing the barn owl to nip at her fingers, Dinah looked towards the Owlery entrance as she heard footsteps. The indication of another person coming to join her made Dinahs body tense up immediately.
She wasn’t one for socialising. Maybe it was someone coming to post a letter, one of the people she’d seen earlier writing to their families. She hoped not. The last thing she wanted was to have to have a long, drawn out conversation about their family and about her lack of one.
She tried to concentrate on petting the owl rather than the ever nearing footsteps but despite herself, curiosity got the better of her.
Dinah glanced to the entrance as a girl, seemingly the same age as herself, came through the doorway and into the Owlery. As she did so, she pushed a piece of paper into her robes making Dinah ever so curious as to what it might have been. Surely if it was a letter the girl would need it out to give to one of the owls?
Before Dinah could catch the girls eye, she quickly turned her back so she was facing the nearby window instead. Maybe if she was quiet, kept to herself, the girl would ignore her?
Even though her back was turned she could hear the girl interacting with the other owls. Clearly she was someone else who was good with them and Dinah wondered if she came up here often.
“Hello.”
The sound made Dinah jump and the barn owl she had been petting flew off at the movement. She watched it fly out the window and out of sight sadly, before turning to face the girl.
“Hello.” Dinah said back. Her voice was quiet but confident, surprising herself. She glanced over the girl, noticing her flaming red hair that was blowing lightly around her face in the wind. “Are you sending a letter?”
She wasn’t one for socialising. Maybe it was someone coming to post a letter, one of the people she’d seen earlier writing to their families. She hoped not. The last thing she wanted was to have to have a long, drawn out conversation about their family and about her lack of one.
She tried to concentrate on petting the owl rather than the ever nearing footsteps but despite herself, curiosity got the better of her.
Dinah glanced to the entrance as a girl, seemingly the same age as herself, came through the doorway and into the Owlery. As she did so, she pushed a piece of paper into her robes making Dinah ever so curious as to what it might have been. Surely if it was a letter the girl would need it out to give to one of the owls?
Before Dinah could catch the girls eye, she quickly turned her back so she was facing the nearby window instead. Maybe if she was quiet, kept to herself, the girl would ignore her?
Even though her back was turned she could hear the girl interacting with the other owls. Clearly she was someone else who was good with them and Dinah wondered if she came up here often.
“Hello.”
The sound made Dinah jump and the barn owl she had been petting flew off at the movement. She watched it fly out the window and out of sight sadly, before turning to face the girl.
“Hello.” Dinah said back. Her voice was quiet but confident, surprising herself. She glanced over the girl, noticing her flaming red hair that was blowing lightly around her face in the wind. “Are you sending a letter?”
- D.Dragensail
Stamina: 6, Agility: 5, Strength: 4, Control: 5, ArcPower: 5, Accuracy: 5
8 Jun 2018, 01:54
No Home to Write to
Of course the other girl had asked a question that could lead to the question that Amadea really didn't want to answer. Now that she was thinking about it, however, she realized there were many questions she didn't necessarily want to answer. Unfortunately, that didn't help her in this situation. She wasn't going to avoid the question because that was no way to start building a friendship. Immediately she halted her thoughts. Was she trying to forge a friendship here? Amadea had only come up to the owlery to pet the owls and write some music, but as the circumstance changed, her plans had changed with it.
Amadea had never been a social person. She had been the one who was reading a book at a party or not showing up at all. She much preferred her books to people. When she arrived at Hogwarts, she realized she was going to have to make a change and actually talk to people if she wanted her time here to be memorable. Thankfully, she had managed to come out of her shell a little. She didn't realize exactly how much until right now. A year ago if you had told Amadea she was going to be willingly making conversation with others, she would have laughed. But now, she actually was doing it. To be honest, she was quite proud of herself.
She realized that she still hadn't answered the question and cringed inwardly, both because she had been reminded of what the question was and because there was now an awkward lengthy silence stretching out between the two girls. Maybe her conversational skills hadn't improved that much.
"Um," Amadea began, mentally chastising herself for saying 'um'. "No, I'm not sending a letter," she said. She wondered if she should elaborate more, if it would seem as though she was ending the conversation if she didn't say something else. She decided to ask the other girl a question, to continue the flow of conversation and move away from the topic of why Amadea was up in the owlery. "I don't believe I've met you before," she said, changing the conversation back to typical meet and greet type of things. "I'm Amadea. Nice to meet you." She looked down at the owls who were nipping playfully at the girl's fingers. She smiled to herself. The owls were absolutely adorable.
Amadea had never been a social person. She had been the one who was reading a book at a party or not showing up at all. She much preferred her books to people. When she arrived at Hogwarts, she realized she was going to have to make a change and actually talk to people if she wanted her time here to be memorable. Thankfully, she had managed to come out of her shell a little. She didn't realize exactly how much until right now. A year ago if you had told Amadea she was going to be willingly making conversation with others, she would have laughed. But now, she actually was doing it. To be honest, she was quite proud of herself.
She realized that she still hadn't answered the question and cringed inwardly, both because she had been reminded of what the question was and because there was now an awkward lengthy silence stretching out between the two girls. Maybe her conversational skills hadn't improved that much.
"Um," Amadea began, mentally chastising herself for saying 'um'. "No, I'm not sending a letter," she said. She wondered if she should elaborate more, if it would seem as though she was ending the conversation if she didn't say something else. She decided to ask the other girl a question, to continue the flow of conversation and move away from the topic of why Amadea was up in the owlery. "I don't believe I've met you before," she said, changing the conversation back to typical meet and greet type of things. "I'm Amadea. Nice to meet you." She looked down at the owls who were nipping playfully at the girl's fingers. She smiled to herself. The owls were absolutely adorable.
8 Jun 2018, 02:20
No Home to Write to
Leaving the Ravenclaw rooms had been a worrying endeavour for Cecilia. She could only hope that when she returned there'd be an easy riddle. Or another student to help her. That'd be nice too. Clutching pieces of parchment to her chest, she fiddled with the blue ribbons she'd use to tie them up. The Owlery was in the same tower, it couldn't be that hard to find, and she had some letters to send. It had taken her ages to write them out, being used to the Muggle pen and not these old-fashioned quills. The handwriting was messy, but she had had a little bit of practice over the summer. I hope Auntie likes the letter! Mum and Pa too, I can't wait to hear back from them!
Upon hearing the quiet ramblings of the owls, she hurried towards the entrance of the owlery, stopping just short of the doorway upon seeing the owl droppings and carcasses. She instead walked in with a bit more delicacy, her steps uneven so as to avoid the largest pieces. Entering granted her the scene of the awkward beginnings of a conversation, both girls her age! Nervous excitement disrupted her careful maneuverings, and she stepped upon the bones of a long dead mouse, the crack making her cringe. Removing her foot, Cecilia looked sheepishly towards the other two, giving an embarrassed smile as she tightened her grip on the two letters. "Hi.."
Upon hearing the quiet ramblings of the owls, she hurried towards the entrance of the owlery, stopping just short of the doorway upon seeing the owl droppings and carcasses. She instead walked in with a bit more delicacy, her steps uneven so as to avoid the largest pieces. Entering granted her the scene of the awkward beginnings of a conversation, both girls her age! Nervous excitement disrupted her careful maneuverings, and she stepped upon the bones of a long dead mouse, the crack making her cringe. Removing her foot, Cecilia looked sheepishly towards the other two, giving an embarrassed smile as she tightened her grip on the two letters. "Hi.."
8 Jun 2018, 05:57
No Home to Write to
Even from across the Owlery, Dinah could see the girls hesitation and couldn’t help but wonder what nerve she had caught with her particular question.
A long, rather awkward silence stretched out between them as the girl struggled to form an answer. Dinah was about to shrug and tell her it didn’t matter when she finally appeared able to make words.
“Um...no I’m not sending a letter.” She explained.
Dinah nodded thoughtfully. It would hardly be fair of her to ask what the girl was doing here then when she herself had come up with no intention of sending any mail.
“I don’t believe I’ve met you before.” The girl continued, artfully changing the subject Dinah noted. “I’m Amadea. Nice to meet you.”
“My name’s Dinah.”
Dinah rubbed at the back of her neck nervously, an old habit she’d failed to grow out of. It was a sign she was feeling awkward. Should she say more? Had she just completely killed the conversation?
This was one of her first interactions at Hogwarts and she had hoped it would be a successful one, but at this rate she would be lucky if the girl, Amadea, didn’t decide to make a run for it from the weird girl up in the Owlery.
Making a split second choice to keep the conversation going by any means, Dinah said the first thing that came to her head which just happened to be: “The owls are beautiful but it really does smell up here.”
As she reached the end of her sentence a loud crack rang through the room and her head whipped around to see what the cause of it was.
Stood by the doorway, looking a little sheepish, was a girl apparently the same age as herself and Amadea.
Glancing at her feet, Dinah saw that the girl had accidentally stepped on the remains of what had once been a mouse.
“Hi..” The girl said, seeming almost nervous.
Dinah smiled thinly at her in way of reply. How had her lovely secluded spot with the owls suddenly become so busy?
Not that she was going to complain. While she would much rather spend time with the owls that other people Dinah had realised that to get through the years here at the school, she would need some friends.
So she forced the smile into a genuine one and addressed the girl by the doorway. “Hi there. I’m Dinah and this is Amadea.”
A long, rather awkward silence stretched out between them as the girl struggled to form an answer. Dinah was about to shrug and tell her it didn’t matter when she finally appeared able to make words.
“Um...no I’m not sending a letter.” She explained.
Dinah nodded thoughtfully. It would hardly be fair of her to ask what the girl was doing here then when she herself had come up with no intention of sending any mail.
“I don’t believe I’ve met you before.” The girl continued, artfully changing the subject Dinah noted. “I’m Amadea. Nice to meet you.”
“My name’s Dinah.”
Dinah rubbed at the back of her neck nervously, an old habit she’d failed to grow out of. It was a sign she was feeling awkward. Should she say more? Had she just completely killed the conversation?
This was one of her first interactions at Hogwarts and she had hoped it would be a successful one, but at this rate she would be lucky if the girl, Amadea, didn’t decide to make a run for it from the weird girl up in the Owlery.
Making a split second choice to keep the conversation going by any means, Dinah said the first thing that came to her head which just happened to be: “The owls are beautiful but it really does smell up here.”
As she reached the end of her sentence a loud crack rang through the room and her head whipped around to see what the cause of it was.
Stood by the doorway, looking a little sheepish, was a girl apparently the same age as herself and Amadea.
Glancing at her feet, Dinah saw that the girl had accidentally stepped on the remains of what had once been a mouse.
“Hi..” The girl said, seeming almost nervous.
Dinah smiled thinly at her in way of reply. How had her lovely secluded spot with the owls suddenly become so busy?
Not that she was going to complain. While she would much rather spend time with the owls that other people Dinah had realised that to get through the years here at the school, she would need some friends.
So she forced the smile into a genuine one and addressed the girl by the doorway. “Hi there. I’m Dinah and this is Amadea.”
- D.Dragensail
Stamina: 6, Agility: 5, Strength: 4, Control: 5, ArcPower: 5, Accuracy: 5
8 Jun 2018, 13:52
No Home to Write to
Amadea smiled at Dinah as she introduced herself, hoping that it seemed sincere and not like those grotesque pained faces she had the ability to make. Thankfully, it must have not been a terrible smile as Dinah continued on talking about the owls.
Amadea looked down at the creatures that were both adorable and fierce. She loved the contrast of them and she loved how majestic they could be. Despite how much she loved the owls, there was a reason she didn't come up to the owlery on a regular basis. Actually, that reason was different from the terrible smells that the owlery had to offer, but she did have to admit, the smells up here were pungent. "Yes," she said with a laugh. "I suppose nothing can be entirely beautiful though," she added. "The smell is most definitely not."
As she was speaking, she heard a loud crack and turned to see what the commotion was. Another girl appeared in the doorway clutching two letters between her hands, looking as nervous as Amadea felt. She opened her mouth to say something, though she wasn't sure what she was going to say. Thankfully Dinah spoke up for the both of them, introducing themselves.
Amadea wondered if she had made a mistake coming up here. Somehow, being with two people made her feel overwhelmed and it was only two people! She hung out with two people all of the time. Given, they were her friends, but these two people could easily become Amadea's friends. She really needed to stop feeling this way when new people arrived. It inhibited her ability to be sociable and friendly.
Amadea looked down at the creatures that were both adorable and fierce. She loved the contrast of them and she loved how majestic they could be. Despite how much she loved the owls, there was a reason she didn't come up to the owlery on a regular basis. Actually, that reason was different from the terrible smells that the owlery had to offer, but she did have to admit, the smells up here were pungent. "Yes," she said with a laugh. "I suppose nothing can be entirely beautiful though," she added. "The smell is most definitely not."
As she was speaking, she heard a loud crack and turned to see what the commotion was. Another girl appeared in the doorway clutching two letters between her hands, looking as nervous as Amadea felt. She opened her mouth to say something, though she wasn't sure what she was going to say. Thankfully Dinah spoke up for the both of them, introducing themselves.
Amadea wondered if she had made a mistake coming up here. Somehow, being with two people made her feel overwhelmed and it was only two people! She hung out with two people all of the time. Given, they were her friends, but these two people could easily become Amadea's friends. She really needed to stop feeling this way when new people arrived. It inhibited her ability to be sociable and friendly.
8 Jun 2018, 18:52
No Home to Write to
Looking back down to the floor, Cecilia checked to make sure she wasn't in danger of creating more embarrassment for herself, and would step over to a clear area closer to the girls. She smiled back, nodding her head to both Amadea and Dinah. They were both from different Houses, the only one missing being the green one. Something to do with snakes..? Slithery? No, Slytherin. That was it! Wait, did they say something to me? Oh no, they did!
Softly clearing her throat, she responded to the greeting made by Dinah. "I'm Cecilia, nice to meet ya both," her Glaswegian accent was prevalent as she spoke, "I didn't mean to.. interrupt. Had a letter to send, but I can do that later, if- if ya wanted?"
She looked back to the owls, struggling to find her Aunt's tawny owl. He had been lent to Cecilia as the messenger between her and her family, and as she stood there he flew to perch beside her. She grinned, shifting the letters to one hand as she stroked his feathers with the other. "I understand wanting to spend time with these pretty things, they can't often be mean to ya. Maybe bite you, if you're mean to them instead."
The owl, as she said that, lovingly nibbled at her fingers. "This one's a smart cookie, belongs to my Auntie. You can pet him while I'm gone, if you like."
Cecilia's cheeks turned a bit red as she quieted, waiting for their response to her offer to leave.
Softly clearing her throat, she responded to the greeting made by Dinah. "I'm Cecilia, nice to meet ya both," her Glaswegian accent was prevalent as she spoke, "I didn't mean to.. interrupt. Had a letter to send, but I can do that later, if- if ya wanted?"
She looked back to the owls, struggling to find her Aunt's tawny owl. He had been lent to Cecilia as the messenger between her and her family, and as she stood there he flew to perch beside her. She grinned, shifting the letters to one hand as she stroked his feathers with the other. "I understand wanting to spend time with these pretty things, they can't often be mean to ya. Maybe bite you, if you're mean to them instead."
The owl, as she said that, lovingly nibbled at her fingers. "This one's a smart cookie, belongs to my Auntie. You can pet him while I'm gone, if you like."
Cecilia's cheeks turned a bit red as she quieted, waiting for their response to her offer to leave.
9 Jun 2018, 03:05
No Home to Write to
The girl introduced herself as Cecilia, her accent heavy as she offered to leave.
Dinah looked at the letters the girl held in her hand and felt a certain sadness creep over her. Was it sadness? Or was it jealousy? Or perhaps a little of both. Despite her claims that she needed nobody but herself in this world, she longed for that feeling of someone being there for her. She secretly wanted someone to be waiting to hear from her, hear about how she was doing, what she thought of Hogwarts and give her words of encouragement when she felt low. Dinah resented the feeling but at the same time, she envied these girls for having families and people that cared enough to write to.
Dinah quickly realised she had failed to answer the girls question, and instead simply stood probably looking rather dim.
A sweet looking tawny owl flew down from one of the perches to land by Cecilia who began stroking the bird fondly.
Dinah watched quietly as the girl allowed the owl to nibble her fingers. She seemed to also appreciate the beauty of the owls.
“This ones a smart cookie, belongs to my Auntie. You can pet him while I’m gone if you like.” Cecilia said, her cheeks reddening as she reached the end of her sentence.
Clearly she was wondering whether she ought to leave but Dinah shook her head.
“No, you don’t have to go. Send your letters. That’s what this place is for after all.”
It would simply be rude to kick the poor girl out of the Owlery when she was there to make use of its actual purpose as oppose to Dinah who was only there for a bit of animal company.
Getting the company of the two girls hadn’t actually been on her agenda but she felt glad that they had shown up. They both seemed rather nice and Dinah decided it was worth swallowing her nerves and making the effort to socialise with them.
Dinah looked at the letters the girl held in her hand and felt a certain sadness creep over her. Was it sadness? Or was it jealousy? Or perhaps a little of both. Despite her claims that she needed nobody but herself in this world, she longed for that feeling of someone being there for her. She secretly wanted someone to be waiting to hear from her, hear about how she was doing, what she thought of Hogwarts and give her words of encouragement when she felt low. Dinah resented the feeling but at the same time, she envied these girls for having families and people that cared enough to write to.
Dinah quickly realised she had failed to answer the girls question, and instead simply stood probably looking rather dim.
A sweet looking tawny owl flew down from one of the perches to land by Cecilia who began stroking the bird fondly.
Dinah watched quietly as the girl allowed the owl to nibble her fingers. She seemed to also appreciate the beauty of the owls.
“This ones a smart cookie, belongs to my Auntie. You can pet him while I’m gone if you like.” Cecilia said, her cheeks reddening as she reached the end of her sentence.
Clearly she was wondering whether she ought to leave but Dinah shook her head.
“No, you don’t have to go. Send your letters. That’s what this place is for after all.”
It would simply be rude to kick the poor girl out of the Owlery when she was there to make use of its actual purpose as oppose to Dinah who was only there for a bit of animal company.
Getting the company of the two girls hadn’t actually been on her agenda but she felt glad that they had shown up. They both seemed rather nice and Dinah decided it was worth swallowing her nerves and making the effort to socialise with them.
- D.Dragensail
Stamina: 6, Agility: 5, Strength: 4, Control: 5, ArcPower: 5, Accuracy: 5
9 Jun 2018, 15:28
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Amadea watched the new girl as she introduced herself. She looked as nervous as Amadea felt. She spoke with a heavy accent that took Amadea a minute to figure out. It was Scottish. After all of her time at Hogwarts, Amadea still hadn't heard any Scottish accents yet. It was interesting to her.
Amadea noticed the letters in the girl's hand. Unconsciously, she stepped back away from the owls in case Cecilia wanted to use the owl to send her letters. She didn't want to hog the space. At the same time she was doing this, Cecilia was saying something about how she could send her letters later. Dinah spoke up, saying she should send her letters. Amadea nodded, completely agreeing. "You already made the journey up here," she said. "Don't be silly. Here, you can use this owl," she said, pointing to the one she had previously been petting.
Amadea watched and listened as Cecilia talked about her aunt's owl. She thought it was interesting how her aunt kept her owl at Hogwarts. It was very generous of her. Amadea wouldn't want to be apart from her owl if she ever had one.
"Yes, the owls are beautiful creatures," Amadea said.
Amadea noticed the letters in the girl's hand. Unconsciously, she stepped back away from the owls in case Cecilia wanted to use the owl to send her letters. She didn't want to hog the space. At the same time she was doing this, Cecilia was saying something about how she could send her letters later. Dinah spoke up, saying she should send her letters. Amadea nodded, completely agreeing. "You already made the journey up here," she said. "Don't be silly. Here, you can use this owl," she said, pointing to the one she had previously been petting.
Amadea watched and listened as Cecilia talked about her aunt's owl. She thought it was interesting how her aunt kept her owl at Hogwarts. It was very generous of her. Amadea wouldn't want to be apart from her owl if she ever had one.
"Yes, the owls are beautiful creatures," Amadea said.