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29/11/24

Yougle Crenshaw was wandering around aimlessly in the owlery.

Why? Well, she wasn't exactly sure. She supposed it was because she had been finished with all of her homework for the day, it was the afternoon, and having a bit too much spare time with nothing to do, she decided to explore.

Because why not? She had always loved exploring. It was not like wandering around in your own school was not allowed, especially when it wasn't even dark yet.

After she looked around at almost everything in the Owlery, attempting to befriend most of the school owls, and even thinking about maybe writing a letter herself, Yougle decided that she might as well start heading back. After all, there were still more things to explore before dark.

But before she made even two step towards the door, she stopped. Behind one of the owl statues that ringed the Owlery, Yougle spotted a letter with an olive green seal and a pretty bow outline.

Curious as to who it was delivered to, Yougle picked it up. But there was no name that it was addressed to; just the letters, "From: Ruth Fairchild".

And so, Yougle being Yougle, she opened it and began to read.

Date: 4/12/24

𝓢ure, it hadn’t been too long since Ruth had gone up to the owlery. Sure, someone probably hadn’t spotted her letter yet. After all, how long has it been she placed the secret envelope there? Not long at all. What were the chances?

Still, Ruth was itching to get up there and find out. Her anticipation was at its brim. She couldn’t possibly contain it much longer! That wouldn’t be good for her at all, since it often sparked adrenaline which led to her observation skills dimming ever so slightly, also making her lose concentration as she focused from one thing to the next too quickly.

Giving up after merely 5 days, Ruth strode up the tower after school, resisting the urge to skip three steps up the stairs to find out. How often do people come up here anyways? Maybe one or two? The school was pretty big and full of students, all of which had to have some letters they wanted to send over. If Ruth was lucky, there was bound to be someone who found the envelope. It was jutting out of the statues anyways. To miss a perfectly white envelope contrasting the shades of brown was nearly impossible.

Ruth had been up the owlery a couple of times, now that sending letters to her family had gone from habitual to frequent. They were constantly asking after Ruth’s wellbeing, their curiosity as much as it had been at the start of the school year. Ruth understood their interest in the wizarding world. After all, she was the only one in her family who got accepted to Hogwarts.

However, today’s climb up the owlery didn’t involve a letter to them. Ruth did, of course, bring a piece of paper and her quill to write a letter back to whoever found her letter, if there was someone.

First platform, second, third, forth! Ruth ignored the bustling owls, droppings, smells and leftover treats as she made her way up to the forth platform, shielding her eyes from the sudden brightness seeping in from the glassless windows. It sure was sunny at the time of the day, the warmth of the sun’s rays complementing the winter air. Squinting under the sunlight, Ruth eyes drew to where the letter had been placed, then grinned. Sure enough, it was still there, but moved a few inches back so that now it was touching the wall. Ruth hadn’t placed it like that. Eagerly, she slipped open the envelope to find 2 letters, one from her and another. She took out the other to read.

Yougle Crenshaw. That was her first quill pal, it seemed. Ruth giggled as Yougle answered her question with humour, drinking in her words. Well, that was nice. Satisfied, she found herself draping the paper she had brought over the bannister and wrote.

Interacting with: @Yougle Crenshaw and @Kadence Esmei