Reluctant News Closed

Elzabeth watched the owls perched on the various parts of the Owlery, smiling softly at their little noises. It may have smelled foul in the stone room but there was still a sense of peacefulness among the racket.

As promised to her parents she would write to them every day, though that was starting to become harder than she thought it would. This year's workload was kicking her in the butt and getting the time to write out a letter and walk all the way up here to deliver it was starting to become more than a little inconvenient.

Her parent's last letter to her made it clear that they were still keeping an eye on her grades, her mom was mostly the one still begging to hear the details. Elzabeth was more than annoyed, it seemed her mother was just begging for an excuse to take her back out of Hogwarts and it was starting to take a strain on their relationship.

Elzabeth used to look forwards to the letter from her parents, she would always write to them about how much she missed her mother's singing and her father's jokes, but now she was just fumbling through the letters for the sake of getting them done. If it continued this way she may end up begging her father to allow her to stay home for the holidays to try and stay away from her mother.

Elzabeth walked to one of the older owls, not many students picked him in fear he would peel over before arriving home but Elzabeth had faith in the old creature, he somehow managed to get her letters home faster than some of the younger owls. She gently clipped the paper to his foot, giving it a piece of bread she had shoved in her pockets from breakfast.

"Go on old pal, you should know the path by heart now," Elzabeth whispered. Her smile slipped as she thought about her mother clinging to every word written and she started to wonder how it had gotten this way between them. The more she thought about it the more it seemed to have happened overnight.

"You can take your time with this letter. She isn't going to be happy when I ask to make this a weekly thing instead of daily." Elzabeth watched as the owl let out a low hoot before flying out the window. She only hoped he understood her because she was already dreading the letter that would be sent back.