Theodora Grey
Head Girl
Posts : 394
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Join date : 2010-12-26
Age : 30
 | | Subject: Keep in Touch (ALB) Sun Oct 06, 2013 8:36 pm | |
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I don’t know when this letter will reach you, or even if it will, I don’t really have an owl so I’ll try sending one of the school owls instead, and maybe it will have had more luck finding you than mine, if I had an owl it would probably be scatterbrained.
Anyway.
We have this sub in Potions, William Austens or something, which you know about; and he’s okay, but I need advice and you were the only professor I could talk to, which you probably don’t know about, but now I guess I can’t, this is my last year at Hogwarts and I don’t even know what to do. Halp. So I thought, if I could somehow establish contact, maybe you’d be willing to er, advise me? Sir. Please.
ps Quentin, my toad, uh he knocked over a box of itching powder earlier, I think I managed to clean it up mostly, but try not to hold the parchment too long or with your bare hands or- yeah.
pps I promise it’s not my fault this time!!!
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A. Luke Brown
Professor
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Join date : 2010-07-25
Location : Sun Bathing on the Surface of the Sun
| | Subject: Re: Keep in Touch (ALB) Mon Oct 07, 2013 2:22 am | |
| 2 weeks later...
A lightning owl streaked across the grey murky sky. The owl was little more than a dot in the sky, but its vivacious color set it apart from the dreary background. It was already midday on a saturday, but you couldn't tell from just looking outside. Snow covered the embankments, and the forest beyond. The great lakes surrounding Hogwarts were frozen over with a thin layer of ice, and a chilly wind persist from the northern mountains.
After another five minutes had ticked away, the owl was circling the ground of Hogwarts. His wings flapped hard not because of exertion, but with jubilee. He did not go to the direction where most owls go to deliver mail, the Great Hall, nor did he go to the recipients House, but lingered around and around on the grounds of Hogwarts. There was a large carriage parked outside a shabby hut, and a ship docked in the lake, but the owl did not give those places a second thought. Instead, he plummeted to the ground, just above the garden, where the cotton candy girl was lurking.
At the last possible instants, the owl pulled out of the dive, flapped his wings a few times to steady his decent, and orbit around the girl's head.The letter was very haphazardly written and even some of the words were unreadable.
Meet me at Three Br.... Saturday the (date is unreadable) at noon. (...) One eyed witch passageway. To get through tap..."Dissendium."
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