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Post by Sophia Clarke on Oct 10, 2010 19:24:26 GMT -8
Sophia spent most of her time at Hogwarts that wasn't spent in classes either picking flowers or daydreaming. Her parents would often laugh when she would send them letters detailing everything she had thought of, and the assorted bugs on the grounds, because they wondered how the school was working for her. She loved magic, she just loved nature more.
Right now, she was in the owlery visiting her owl, Belladonna. She had started up with an owl treat for Belladonna but she was now just looking out the windows at the top of the tower, enjoying the view. Why! She could nearly see Hogsmeade from here! At least, she might. She wasn't sure which direction it was.
Every few minutes, when she would get too distracted, Belladonna would nip lightly at her finger and she would gasp, realizing that she was perhaps poking her poor owl, or just had her hand on her head. After a while, she stepped away from Belladonna and just looked out the window.
The owlery was empty and it was really no surprise. It was early morning and there was a cold chill in the air. It was October and the winter seasons were approaching. She looked forward to it, the snow, the changing seasons. Nature was so beautiful and she couldn't explore it enough.
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Post by Evan Rosier on Oct 13, 2010 16:35:31 GMT -8
( ooc: well, ros has come to ruin poor sophie’s day. i hope you don’t mind. on the bright side, he doesn’t know she’s muggleborn yet. )
Very slowly and deliberately, Rosier made his way up to the Owlery. He never ran anywhere, as that would cause shortness of breath, rumpled clothes, and otherwise unsavory additions to his appearance. He already spent enough time fixing himself up in the mornings; making sure his hair was properly made up, his clothes unwrinkled and stain-free, and applying copious amounts of cream to those damn bags under his eyes that he was just going to kill himself over… Yes, well, suffice it to say, he was not about to be ruining all that work so soon in the day. Besides, he had ample time before his next class, due to his extraordinary time management skills, and would have no issue with stopping by the owlery to send out a letter.
Well, he would have no issue, if it hadn’t been for the fact that it was the owlery. Rosier cringed slightly, but didn’t falter in his steps. This forsaken tower was roost to hundreds, if not nearly a thousand, owls - all of them intend on making the most unholy mess along the stones that surrounded them. Rosier did not come here often, but every time he did he needed days to recover from it - every time he felt that it couldn’t possibly get any worse, it always did. Besides the droppings, which in themselves had been enough to petrify a young Rosier, there were also various feathers and small chunks of flesh in various stages of decomposition, blood and other forms of hardening organic matter from mice and lizards splattered across the wall, flies, small pill bugs, and occasionally roaches scurried about for any discarded owl food… It was like hell. Smelly, feathery, bloody hell.
He stopped before the entrance of the Owlery, listening to the various cooing or shrieks of the birds of prey resting inside. He had to take a moment to prepare himself, and could only hope that the visit would be a quick one. It wasn’t like he could back out of it now, he’d already written the letter home, and if he was to get any of the items or information he’d requested, the letter had to be sent - that, and he was never one to back down from anything, let alone a couple of filthy owls.
With that in mind, Rosier steeled himself and entered the alcove that was filled to capacity with snoozing owls, all of various sizes. Once again the initial feeling of horror over came him and he froze in place. Oh, Skatha, the mess! It actually took him a while to notice there was someone else in the Owlery with him. After he did notice and got a good look at the girl, he thought perhaps it wasn’t just the mess that had made her unnoticeable, after all she was from the House of the Unimpressive. A Puffie, how quaint. What was she even doing? She didn’t seem to be mailing a letter. Rosier tried to think about coming here without good reason, and just couldn’t. He’d need a muggle lobotomy before he’d do that.
In the end, he decided that he would use the default method he used on all Hufflepuff - he ignored her. Instead he turned his dark gaze upward to where he hoped to see Imperius, the Euroasian Eagle Owl his family owned. The owl was not his, oh no, not in the slightest. He would never agree to keeping any animal, let alone one as filthy as an avian. Imperius was his father’s, really, but often resided at Hogwarts for his convenience. It didn’t take long to spot the large grey-brown owl roosting quietly on one of the top wooden bars, and Rosier was glad that his little 'adventure' would soon be over. “Imperius!” The Eagle Owl shifted slightly, then it’s huge, bright orange eyes glared down at the Slytherin. He didn’t move much more than that. What, did he have to spell it out for him? “Imperius, come down.” The owl shifted yet again, in agitation, then flew up a bit higher and turned away. Oh, how he hated that bird. What was he supposed to do now? If he hadn’t needed it explicitly in order to deliver his letter, he would have cursed the damned thing.
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