Owling Home Open Finished

@Teiki Laurent @Elzabeth Gillan


Margo trailed her hand along the rough walls of the staircase leading to the owlery as she climbed. Her time back at Hogwarts after the summer had been a blur so far, yet the summer’s events still stood out in her mind as clear as day. The owlery was a welcome retreat from the bustle of the corridors and she enjoyed the silence of the stairs. Her footsteps echoed less and less as she reached the top, and entered the owl infested tower. 

Margo wasn’t surprised to see two other figures in the room as she entered it. Parents would want to hear from their children after their summers at home, and first years would be telling anxious guardians of their sorting ceremony. Margo recalled hers quite clearly. She remembered her pride in being different from her family, remembered the exhilaration of seating herself at the snakes table, of having a home she could grow into. She didn’t dislike Ravenclaw, not at all. In fact, she admired her father’s logical creativity, and her mother’s artistic flair. The house of wit was not to be underestimated. However, Margo was a Slytherin through and through now. She had grown up a little over the summer, filled the cunning shoes that were once too big, and refined herself. She was more thoughtful with her words these days. Of course, she still spoke out of turn, voicing her opinions to the world, but she was just a smidgeon more aware of how the world was affected, and she affected by it.  

“Hello.” She mused to the blond girl and her companion. The blond was looking out of the window at a retreating owl, her hair glinting in the light. The other seemed to have just arrived, similar to Margo, and had introduced herself as Teiki.

One of the many things that had not changed about Margo over the summer  was her habit of analysing people. These girls was no exception. Margo wanted to get a look at their faces and robes, to see what expressions hid in their minds and what houses were their homes. “I’m Margo. Important owl you just sent?” She phrased her question to the girl with her back turned, and then turned to Teiki. It was time for a little social experiment. “It’s nice to meet you, Teiki.” She smiled, holding out her hand for the other girl to shake. Maybe it was a little mean of her to be so formal, she was never usually like that. However, experiments were experiments and they were conducted for a reason. 

The Slytherin pulled a letter of her own out of the deep pockets of her robe and stored towards the load of resting owls. Honestly, some habits never left. She’d only been back in her robes for a short while and yet the pockets of them already held clutter and useful things she may need. She never thought of it as a bad habit to have, so she never tried to stop herself. It was wise to always be prepared, though she doubted that the girls posed as a threat. Who knew, maybe she was wrong. 

She attached the letter to an owl’s leg and whispered her home address in its feathered ear while gently stroking its head. It flew, taking her news to her family, her parents. Though there was one member that she doubted she’d ever see eye to eye with again. 

@Teiki Laurent, @Elzabeth Gillan

Margo smiled at the two first years, starting to loosen up a little. Elzabeth seemed particularly enthusiastic, bouncing slightly on her feet. Margo didn’t mind, it was cool, and she never ever wanted to judge somebody for being different- that would just be hypocritical. “I’m actually a Slytherin second year. I’ll be thirteen in November.” Margo told them, feeling a little bit as though she were the odd one out. However, instead of wanting to fit in, she welcomed her differences. Call her strange or different, but Margo enjoyed defying stereotypes. She had done so in her own family of Ravenclaws, and she’d would do so again whenever she wore all blue or all red clothing (yellow was a colour she didn’t like to wear without another, bolder colour with it.) 

“My letter’s to family as well.” She confided. “There’s a section for my grandmother in this one though. She’s slightly deaf and more than slightly terrifying. She lives in our village, but she’s a muggle- not that I have anything against that of course.” Margo quickly added, afraid that the girl’s would get the wrong idea. “Her cats are scary too, but we always get a good laugh when we see her. I think I get my fashion interest from her. I make clothes in my spare time”

Margo grinned slightly at Teiki, she wondered if the girl had been confused at her formal tone. “Sorry about the formality, it’s just hard to know what to do here, a lot of kids come from long lines of all pure blood families and are taught etiquette and stuff. Gosh, I‘d be more than a wee bit horrible at that.” She smirked, letting her Scottish accent appear more than usual.