26 Nov 2022, 17:24
The Owlery
Birch had woken up right before breakfast to send her owl from the previous night. She had not found anybody to talk to (as she expected) and had gone to sleep. The mattress seemed to pull her back that morning, but regardless she climbed down her bunkbed and went right to the owlery.Date: September 2nd. | Time: Right before breakfast.
It was magnificent; owls all over, hooting beautifully. Birch didn't mind the dead mouses all over her feet or the droppings; she admired the owl pelts and their soft hooting. The circular structure only made it look more precise.
Soon, though, she had a problem.
Birch soon realized she had no owl. She was met with a conflict; steal a students owl or not send the letter at all?
Knowing her own mother, Birch decided to break a rule instead of receive a so called howler. She put the letter next to a nearby blonde owl, as it softly flew off. Birch felt bad, but wanted to make sure her mother at least knew what house she was in. Though, Birch realized the headmaster might've sent a owl to parents.
"Do they do that here?" Birch thought, concerned, watching the owl fly off with guilt. Birch looked around, making sure nobody was near, to run off to breakfast.
16 Dec 2022, 17:22
The Owlery
@Birch Crowe
Ann was walking towards the Owlery, glad to feel the cold air against her face which made her skin prickle and nose burn slightly. Several owls were already in flight, some were soaring silently over the castle, others were gliding across the grounds, expertly manuvering themselves in between spindly branches and heighty bushes.
Ann immediately spun around as she noticed the movement, a young girl in a brown jacket seemed to be moving at a fast pace away from the owelery - with an awfully familiar owl flying in the opposite direction, unfortunately for this girl Ann had noticed the owl deliver a package to a Slytherin second-year earlier that day (a particular Second-year who always liked to boast of his only-child status). If Ann’s thought process was correct then this girl just stole a random students owl. She stole an owl?
“Did you just?…” she had to stop herself from laughing, quickly snapping her head down to the snow-ridden pathway beneath her feet, in an attempt not to reveal her state of discomposure.“Did you just steal an owl?”
Ann was utterly loosing her composure, to her there seemed to be a myriad of other ways for this girl to send a letter … such as asking a housemate or Head of House to borrow their owl rather than just grabbing one and sending it off. She liked this girl’s style.
“Hey, hey -” she jogged towards her, filling the inches in front of her face with a breathy smoke “I like your style.” She had been grinning throughout her sentence but now her grin had reached its maximum capacity - this rule-breaking was such a bold move from someone who she had presumed to be a first year.