Searching for Companion
The crisp autumn air bit at my cheeks as I stepped out of the castle gates, boots crunching softly against the frost-dusted path. I still wasn’t used to this place—the winding staircases, the endless chatter of moving portraits, the way the ceiling in the Great Hall mirrored the skies outside. It was all new, strange, and yet somehow exactly where I was meant to be. My very first year at Hogwarts had only just begun, and already I could feel a stirring in me—something that whispered of magic and belonging.
But there was one thing missing.
Every witch and wizard seemed to have their companion—an owl swooping elegantly into the Owlery, a cat slinking through the common room, even a toad hopping dutifully at its owner’s heels. I, however, had arrived with nothing but a suitcase stuffed with books and robes that smelled faintly of home.
I told myself it didn’t matter. Magic was enough, wasn’t it? But late at night, when the common room fire burned low and the castle quieted, I felt the emptiness most. I wanted someone—something—that was mine. An owl, I decided. Not just any owl, but a snowy one, with feathers white as winter and eyes sharp as stars.
I had seen one once, perched high on a branch near the Forbidden Forest. It had looked down at me with such quiet knowing that my breath caught in my throat. I didn’t move, afraid it might vanish like a dream. But it stayed, wings tucked neatly, watching. When it finally spread those magnificent wings and lifted into the cold night sky, I knew then what I wanted.
Now, every chance I get, I slip away from lessons and climb the winding path toward the Owlery. I stand there among the feathers and the rustling of wings, tilting my head toward the rafters in hopes that I might see her again. I whisper to the shadows, calling softly, as though the snowy owl might hear me and decide I am worth belonging to.
Some might call it foolish, this longing for a companion I have yet to claim. But magic is full of impossible things. If a girl like me—nervous, wide-eyed, and barely knowing how to hold a wand—can be sorted into a house and told she has power, then perhaps a snowy owl can find her way back to me.
And until she does, I will keep watching the skies.
But there was one thing missing.
Every witch and wizard seemed to have their companion—an owl swooping elegantly into the Owlery, a cat slinking through the common room, even a toad hopping dutifully at its owner’s heels. I, however, had arrived with nothing but a suitcase stuffed with books and robes that smelled faintly of home.
I told myself it didn’t matter. Magic was enough, wasn’t it? But late at night, when the common room fire burned low and the castle quieted, I felt the emptiness most. I wanted someone—something—that was mine. An owl, I decided. Not just any owl, but a snowy one, with feathers white as winter and eyes sharp as stars.
I had seen one once, perched high on a branch near the Forbidden Forest. It had looked down at me with such quiet knowing that my breath caught in my throat. I didn’t move, afraid it might vanish like a dream. But it stayed, wings tucked neatly, watching. When it finally spread those magnificent wings and lifted into the cold night sky, I knew then what I wanted.
Now, every chance I get, I slip away from lessons and climb the winding path toward the Owlery. I stand there among the feathers and the rustling of wings, tilting my head toward the rafters in hopes that I might see her again. I whisper to the shadows, calling softly, as though the snowy owl might hear me and decide I am worth belonging to.
Some might call it foolish, this longing for a companion I have yet to claim. But magic is full of impossible things. If a girl like me—nervous, wide-eyed, and barely knowing how to hold a wand—can be sorted into a house and told she has power, then perhaps a snowy owl can find her way back to me.
And until she does, I will keep watching the skies.
𝓙𝑒𝓈𝓈𝒾𝒸𝒶 𝓜𝒶𝓽𝓽𝒽𝑒𝔀𝓼 ✒︎
Searching for Companion
Snowy owls cost 15G, you do not have this much on hand to obtain this pet. Please submit a fresh application, you can use the same roleplay, when you have the money on hand. Remember, your wealth (the amount of value you have which includes books and school items) is not the same as what you have on hand either.
There is something about ambition, how it not only propels you but also defines you.