❝Mum, Dad, can i please go home❞ PV Robin Lockett

Date September 5, 2025 Time 9:30 Location The Owlery, Hogwarts Tags pv @Sadie Fox

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Robin cursed whomever he could think of cursing in that little mind of his. He tried to adjust his breathing but he still needed to gasp for air every ten steps or so. The Owlery, of all places, was located at the top of one of the tallest towers in Hogwarts. By the time he emerged from the door, his legs were wobbly and his whole body was sticky with sweat. Not a great visual.

The cause of his torment was his mother, Myrcelle. Just about an hour ago at breakfast, when some students were receiving their mail, Robin got a Howler.

"ROBIN WHY HAVE YOU NOT SENT US A LETTER YET ROBIN YOU ARE KILLING ME WHAT HAS BEEN GOING ON TELL ME ALL THE GOSSIP–" You get the idea. Myrcelle was a very passionate person and would be very interested in hearing everything her son experienced from getting on that train. The Howler was quite embarrassing, Robin thought he could hear some of his peers laugh in the background. To prevent future incidents of social death, Robin immediately wrote a letter detailing the events that transpired during this first week after finishing breakfast. He didn't have class at nine today, so he had time to spare.

Now he's finally at the owlery, but he leaned on the stone wall to catch a breath first.

"Do you need my address or something??"

That was when Robin heard an annoyed voice come from deeper with in the room. He shifted his gaze towards that direction, seeing the back of a girl with bright copper hair.

Then came the volcano.

"Blasted bird, I cannot deal with you any longer. Blasted school, blast it all!!!"

The owls aren't listening to her? No, that can't be, never seen a disobedient messenger owl my whole life. Robin quickly disputed his own argument, She probably just doesn't know how to send one off.

After steadying his breathing, Robin walked a few steps forward and stood in front of a different owl near the girl. He also took a better look at her, who he now knows from the color of her robes is a Gryffindor. Robin took out the envelope that contained his letter and carefully attached it to the owl with a twine.

"Please take this to Myrcelle Nightingale." After pulling his hands away, the owl seemed to toot as confirmation and ascended into the sky beyond. Robin turned to the still irritated girl, hesitated for a moment, then spoke up to explain what he just did: "You just need to attach the thing you're sending to an owl, and uh . . . tell them the recipient. They'll know where to go. Not exactly sure how, some sort of training."

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Sorry if it isn't what you'd thought, I just specified the time being in the morning because I got Robin a schedule and that's the most reasonable time for him to be there, also cause in the early afternoon he has a different encounter elsewhere, so I wanted to avoid time conflict. Also open to change:)

In the night, My fox waits for me,

Disheveled, himself.

Finding peace in the spaces we meet.

Bury me in the garden

Lay me where I am loved.

where ; Owlery when ; 05/09/2025 who ; @Robin Lockett xxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxx

wearing ; Gryffindor Robes mentioning ; no one else noting ; Everything is perfect, no worries from me!! : D

Eye to eye, beak to nose, girl and bird stood in a standoff of glares so sharp that even the owls around them seemed to quieten only slightly compared to her initial entrance. Sadie, impatient and emotional as ever, stamped her farm boots onto the floor, breaking the standoff. The stones beneath her gave nothing of a reply, but the dust settling on the leather of her boots created enough of an impact to satisfy her contempt. The bird was mocking her, she was sure of it. In the way its gaze settled on her as if to sneer, the sheer beauty of the creature was the only thing stopping her from dropping the letter and wrangling the beast, and another flare of annoyance washed through the red head like a tsunami along her spine. Her countenance faltered, hot to touch with the apples of her cheeks tinging red. She shook away the tears in her eyes, resigned as the paper crumpled in her now balled fists. Why couldn't anything go right for her? Why must it be so hard to find even one small part of peace? Lamentfully she drooped her frame over her knees, using the balls of her feet to balance, the grand entrance of the first year students had been far too much for her, she could still feel the ringing in her ears as the audience surrounding her erupted in applause at each student, her hands instinctively flexing to cover her ears everytime a student was placed into a house. Everyone else had looked so calm, eagerly finding peers as if it was natural, like this was all natural. It wasn't; everything about this place was far too unnatural for her. Paintings came alive in these halls, not like the projections she had seen at the Art gallery in East Kilbride, like living beings that held their own soul and sentience. Everything seemed to have a far too human-like sentience in this castle, including the owl in front of her, not that she had assumed the birds of wisdom would be anything less than what it was literally the symbol of. It was too much, and she didn't understand. One step forward into understanding this place sent her ten steps backwards. "Please take this to Myrcelle Nightingale." Sadie rubbed her teary eyes, startled by the sudden voice behind her. She had not realised another being had entered the room with her during her self-pity session. Great, now someone else thinks I'm weird, too. As soft footsteps approached, she stood in panic, almost tumbling in the process as she straightened herself with a sniff, trying to keep what little dignity she possessed left and keep a facade she had absolutely not been about to burst into tears. The red-haired girl's mind swam in insecurity; she could already hear the whispers of the sooky little Muggleborn unable to send owls. However, as she straightened, she found herself facing a soft expression of sorts, nothing of the snark she had imagined as she looked over the boy, who was similar in age. He reminded her of a bird himself, with inky-black hair tied into a ponytail and grey eyes peering behind rectangular frames. What surprised her more was his height; she had not often met someone who matched her in height as they peered at each other. "You just need to attach the thing you're sending to an owl, and uh . . . tell them the recipient. They'll know where to go. Not exactly sure how, some sort of training." Sadie blinked once, twice, and then thrice to process the boy's instructions. The trembling in her fingers seemed to still, the anxiety ebbing away until it was a small cherry seed in her abdomen. A sharp laugh escaped her, the owl beside her rustling at the sudden sound as she gnawed at the skin on her empty hands, thumb on instinct. Spinning on her heels, she once again faced her, its amber eyes showing no emotion at her sudden increase in resolve, slowly reaching out to the owl as it clasped her letter with a tender claw. Take this to Ewan and Aoife Fox please. As if nodding in acknowledgement, the owl immediately burst into flight and soared outward, leaving the girl stuck in place, awed by how majestic it looked simply doing something as natural to it as flying. Watching the bird, she dared not turn her head until it soared out of view into the highlands, the fog and mountains obscuring her sight from any further. Thank you, I'm not quite so sure how to do these things, I suppose; it's all just so confusing to me, you know, magic and all, birds as postmen. She flung her arms in the air, signalling the surroundings, before pausing and extending her arm towards him, palms wide, as she remembered her manners. She could feel the judgmental eyes of Granny even from here, miles away. I..I'm Sadie, by the way. Sadie Fox.

⎯⎯⎯⎯ Stamina: 5 ✧ Evasion: 6 ✧ Strength: 4 ✧ Wisdom: 8 ✧ Power: 7 ✧ Accuracy: 5 ⎯⎯⎯⎯

speaking ; thinking infp ; muggleborn first year ; Gryffindor xxxxxxxx

I hope to see the moon shine upon my face once more so you can remember, the fox

Date September 5, 2025 Time 9:35 Location The Owlery, Hogwarts Tags pv @Sadie Fox

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The girl calmed down a bit after hearing Robin's instructions. After the owl took her letter and flew off, she stared at the departing creature for a moment, seemingly awestruck by its form.

The tall Gryffindor then turned back around: "Thank you, I'm not quite so sure how to do these things, I suppose; it's all just so confusing to me, you know, magic and all, birds as postmen."

Robin nodded, "Yeah, my parents told me lots of stuff but, well, the castle's just too big." He was indeed commenting on the fact that there's too many things to explore and familiarize yourself with in Hogwarts or the magical world in general, but he's also just being picky about the distance between places in the castle. Laziness drove that to be his main complaint about this school.

The girl was gesturing towards her surroundings when she talked about the strangeness of owls sending mail, but paused after some sort of realization. She extended her hand, presumably for a shake.

"I..I'm Sadie, by the way. Sadie Fox."

Her palm was open, clearly an invite for a handshake. Dang it, Robin hesitated before reaching out and touching her hand: "I'm Robin. Lockett. Robin as in the bird and Lockett as in the necklace thing but with two 't's."

After introducing his name, Robin quickly retracted his hand. He tried to stay still for a couple more seconds, but it looks like he still prefers not to have physical touch. Or at least not to initiate it. He'd been stepping out of his comfort zone these past few days by talking to people at all, making friends, even. Robin thought he might be able to just take one more step, but apparently not.

Hope my hand wasn't too sweaty, couldn't really tell . . . Robin took a deep breath and pushed his glasses up a bit: "No offense by the way." He looked down at his hands, hoping that would be enough explanation.

After a brief moment of silence, he glanced at his watch, it was 9:40. He had Potions at 10:00, it might be a good idea to leave . . . after concluding the small talk, of course. Robin didn't want to leave in the middle of a conversation - if this can qualify as one - especially seeing the perks that socialization had got him up until now. Relationships might not seem useful at first glance, but they will be in the long run. He hadn't got to know a Gryffindor yet, who's to say if he'll meet one again? Also, he's got everything he needs for Potions on him already, there's still time to linger. Robin didn't want to forfeit a potentially rewarding connection when there's nothing to lose.

"So, uh . . . you're not too used to these things, eh? Are you muggle-born, perhaps?" He then immediately tried to clarify his tone: "Just curious, nothing against them. My dad was a muggle-born wizard, and I've made a muggle-born . . . friend, on the train here. They're quite common, actually. If no muggles could use magic, wizards would've died off a long time ago."

Robin raised his gaze to peek at Sadie's expression. He didn't want to anger anyone in his first week of class and start some dramatically heated rivalry that would disrupt his studies. His mum might like that, she always adored theatrics. Robin was probably overthinking it though. He hadn't met any muggle-born ashamed of their status yet, but then again, he had only met a few.

He almost felt the owls' eyes piercing into him like a thousand daggers. They literally had nothing to do with this, but everything seemed so quiet and sinister when you're awaiting judgement.

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