Exploring and Owl Treats Open Closed

Irakma had been also exploring, walking through the corridors. he found that he was drawn up to the west tower, almost as if something called him. he had decided that he could send letters to his parents in Azkaban, but he doubted that they would be able to respond. maybe he could send a letter to his house elf, Grant. though, he could talk to him just by calling him here.

He had finished the climb up the steps to the Owlery and was about to open the door when he heard someone talking to an owl. he couldn't quite hear what they said, but he decided that it probably wasn't too important. he pushed open the door to the Owlery to see a young boy standing talking to an owl. he looked to be around the same age as him, and his house colors were also yellow and black.

"Hello? Who are you, and why are you talking to an owl?" he walks over to the owls and immediately several owls flock to him. "I'm sorry, but I don't have treats right now. sorry." one of the owls nips at his ear annoyed-like, and they fly off of him.

he looks at the other kid and says, "okay, so can you tell me at least what your name is? I've seen you around our table, and I haven't gotten to know anyone else. I want to kinda make friends, but I don't want to be tricked by the Ministry."

Em jumped slightly and turned at the voice addressing him.

There was was another kid around his age walking into the owlery.

"Oh. Hello" he said, smiling. He tilted his head at the other boy's question. Why was he talking to the owls? "Well, I've never really thought about it too much. I've always talked to animals, I think it keeps them calm." Wait. Maybe he should be a little clearer. "Um, but I wouldn't try it on a wild animal, I don't think it'd work."

He fidgeted with one of the buttons on his robes."Would you like one of my treats to feed the owls?" he asked, noticing the owls starting to crowd around the other boy.

"Oh, right!" he said at the boy's question, "Sorry, my name's Em!"

He reflexively offered a hand that still had a treat in it, "Whoops" he quickly switched the owl treat to his other hand and offered his hand to shake again, smiling. "It's nice to meet you! I, uh, don't really know what you mean about the Ministry, but I've never been good at tricking people so, um, you know." He felt like he was forgetting something. . .Oh! "What's your name?"

He hmm-ed and absently handed an owl a treat. "So, what're you doing up here?" He wondered if the owlery was actually a more popular place than he thought it'd be, or if he was just lucky. "I'm here to see the owls, they're pretty."

Irakma smiles at the kid, clearly at ease. "well, it seems that you aren't part of the ministry. my name is Irakma Fultran, and my parents were put in Azkaban for a crime they didn't commit. I was kinda looking forward to meeting people, and this has been the best encounter so far. Do you want to be friends?"

he takes one of the owl treats and the owls flock to him again. he carefully breaks the treat apart to give a small piece to each owl, speaking softly to them. when they have returned to their perches, he says, "i dont blame you for talking to the owls. very intelligent creatures. What are your opinions on centaurs?" he seems to be sliding from one thought to the next without much thought as to what he's saying, but its clear that he says what he intends to say. otherwise, he would worry himself to sleep each night wondering if he was insane or not.

walking around the giant stone birdbath in the center of the room, he takes out a letter and asks the owls, "could one of you deliver this to a family member? his name is Grant, and he's a house elf." the majority of the owls flap down to where he's standing, and try and get his attention to choose them. after a moment, he chooses a young tawny owl and says, "fly fast, little friend."

"It's nice to meet you Irakma!"

He brought his fists up in front of him in an excited motion,"Yeah! I'd love to be friends!"

Em frowned and scratched the back of his head."Um, I'm sorry about your parents. But-but don't worry! Everything will turn out fine! I'm sure of it! You just have to believe!" And, ok, maybe he had stolen that line from pretty much every show ever. But it was an encouraging line! That's why it was in every show ever!

"Yeah, owls are really smart!" he smiled and handed a treat to an owl, "most animals are smarter than people give them credit for. Oh! Did you know that dogs actually do understand words? Like, in a really similar way to people!"

"Centaurs are cool! I heard they know a lot about astrology! I love stars, so I'd love to learn from them!" Wait. That didn't sound right. What was the tower called? "I mean astronomy."

Em hmm-ed and rocked on his heels a little. There was something about seeing Irakma giving a letter to that owl that was reminding him of something but. . . what was it? He frowned and squinted, thinking.

He gasped suddenly. "Oh no! I forgot to write to my parents!" he frantically started patting and digging through the pockets of his robes, before pulling out a muggle pen.

"Aha!" he said, quickly writing a note to himself on his hand and smiling. "Quills are cool, but they hurt when you try to write on your skin, so I smuggled a whole ton of pens in to use instead, for notes and stuff." he looked back up and smiled at Irakma. "You can have one if you want, just don't tell anybody where you got it, I'm hoping these'll last the school year, and I lose things really easy, so, you know." He wondered if there was a place to get pens in the school. Surely he wasn't the only one who had some sort of trouble with quills.

Mistie had a few letters to send off, which is the only reason really why she ever made her way up to the Owlery. It kind of stinky up here and the way back down was loathsome, unless she dared herself to skip steps down. But today was one of those days that the Gryffindor was feeling extra spritey and had no problems with climbing many stairs.

She had a letter for her parents, her grandparents on her father's side and for her young twin siblings, only one of which whom would read it. Mistie had put a few snacks she had swiped from her roommates stash inside the envelope but was considering eating it herself. She was contemplating this when she finally got to the Owlery and found two students already inside.

They seemed to be having a conversation so Mistie minded her business for the moment and looked around to find an owl to send off. She wished that her family's owl, Grimlin, was here. He was the biggest and fastest owl she'd ever seen and would definitely get the job done in top speed, but unfortunately she had to settle for these worn ones.

Mistie offered her three envelopes to a clever looking owl named Dionysius and said, "Please send these to Mr. and Mrs. Meador of 405 West Edgar, Brighton, England. They know what to do." Soon afterwards the owl flew off.

The Gryffindor turned around and faced the two boys. One of them them was offering pens to the other, almost secretly, as if they were not supposed to use them. Mistie considered making a joke to scare them but she wasn't that interested in the prank after thinking about it. Instead she walked over to them and said, in a loudish voice, "You know we're not supposed to feed the owls. Without their proper diet at the proper time you could hinder their efficiency."

irakma had been continuing to feed the owls some of the other treats he got and looks up to see the person walk into the room. he ignores them, as it seems that they are busy doing something else and would like to avoid talking, at least for the moment.

he looks back at Em and says, " i would thank you for the offer of that... pen, but i dont know what it is. why is it so small? where is the ink? how does it work?" he looks confused at the pen, as he has never seen one before. he reaches out, and grabs one of the pens, slowly twirling it in his fingers to get a better look at it. he marvels at the way that Muggles have managed to make their lives easier with the smallest of things like this pen. he hands the pen back to Em, clearly impressed with what the Muggles have done.

he starts to say, "why are those banned?" when the other person from earlier says loudly, "You know we're not supposed to feed the owls. Without their proper diet at the proper time you could hinder their efficiency." he jumps unexpectedly at the sound and says, "blimey! why'd ya have to go and scare me like that?" he frowns looking at the girl and says, "i dont think that there's a rule saying we cant."

Em smiled at all of Irakma's questions "Pens are actually pretty simple! I'm always messing with them, so I can show you how they work!"he started fiddling with the top of the pen and carefully unscrewed the tip. "See, it's got a little spring, that's what makes it go up and down when you press the button, and this rod is full of ink, and comes out um, I guess it's a tiny hole in the top of the tip, er, nib?" Em smiles wide and carefully puts the pen back together after his explanation.

Em frowned slightly at Irakma's question. "Well it's not exactly ba-" he started when he was interrupted by a voice across the room.

The sound made both Irakma and him jump and turn around. He hadn't realized anyone else had showed up.

"blimey! why'd ya have to go and scare me like that?" Irakma said, frowning.

Em frowned as he processed the girl's question. "I-Oh, I-I guess that makes sense." he said, picking at one of the buttons on his robe. "but if we don't give them treats then who does? It's not fair that student's owls get treats and the school's owls don't." he said. Though . . . he supposed he could understand why students wouldn't be able to, since there were so many of them. He hunched his shoulders, "Sorry, I guess I wasn't-" he started to say.

"i dont think that there's a rule saying we cant." Irakma said.

Em shifted on his feet nervously. "Um, so what's your name?" He asked the girl, hoping the situation wouldn't escalate.

Mistie smirked. She hadn't meant to scare them but it was funny nevertheless. She forgot how quiet she could be when she wasn't trying. It would definitely be a plus around this castle, when she got to snooping and sneaking around.

But since she hadn't meant to, Mistie decided to apologize. "Sorry, guess I need to stomp my feet more when I go about." She rolled her eyes but didn't seem really too upset.

She looked between the two. The first boy had stark black hair, pale skin, and vivid green eyes like emeralds. The second one had cool curly purple hair and wore attire with so many buttons and pins on them. They seemed like an interesting pair.

"I-Oh, I-I guess that makes sense," began the purple haired boy, replying to her initial statement. She pursed her lips and raised her brows in an 'exactly' way. But then he asked, "But if we don't give them treats then who does? It's not fair that student's owls get treats and the school's owls don't."

Misite lifted her brows. "Who said they don't get treats? I'm pretty sure the Groundskeeper or maybe a professor or perfect does the job, but I actually don't really care, I was just being a bother."

"I dont think that there's a rule saying we cant." said the green eyed one.

Mistie shrugged, brushing her long, wavy brown hair behind her shoulder. "I don't read rulebooks but it only makes the most sense. My uncle trains and breeds magical creatures and he said that you're only supposed to give them certain foods at certain times. Animals are different than people and can't just eat anything at anytime...what were you guys feeding them, by the way?"

"Um, so what's your name?" said the purple haired boy, probably wanting to change the subject.

"Mistie. You? Which houses are you guys in? I'm proudly a Gryffindor." She wasn't wearing anything with her house logo or colors at the moment so they wouldn't have been able to tell. Currently she was sporting a grey hoodie and worn blue jeans along with a pair of beat purple slip-on Vans.