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Post by benedict on May 24, 2012 0:18:56 GMT -5
Ben’s days were no longer filled with walking the streets of London, or enjoying a cup of coffee in a small café with friends. Instead he was back at Hogwarts, resuming the role of a student. His days were filled with classes and his nights filled with hours of homework. Already the teacher’s were drilling them to prepare for their N.E.W.T.s, a bit of familiarity crept up from when he had to take his O.W.L.s in fifth year. But this time around it was a little more final. If it couldn’t pass his N.E.W.T.s then all of his hard studying during fifth year would be all for naught.
But for now the school days was over. He could relax after the first week of school. He returned to his dorm in the dungeon and dumped his books and parchment on his bed before picking up the letter he had written early for his father. Ben tried to send him at least a letter a week. It was the very least he can do for a man who had lost many things.
He wandered back through the castle and passed the hordes of students who stopped in the corridors to chat in large groups. He weaved his way out to the courtyard where things were much less crowded. The skies were gray and filled with large clouds a constant reminder that autumn was on the way.
He reached the Owlry, and climbed the countless steps and into a room where many feather creatures sat upright sleeping. He found the nearest barn owl and nudged it awake. It in returned snipped at his fingers at being awoken in such a manner.
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Post by lucy mae litcott on May 26, 2012 1:15:02 GMT -5
Lucy had mastered the art of going unnoticed. She was shy, and liked to keep to herself. It wasn't that she didn't like other people, it was that she didn't know how to open up to them. So it was of no surprise that while Lucy was perched up high with some of the owls, in a sort of cubbyhole, she went unnoticed. Then again, she wasn't in the boy's immediate view. She was scribbling on a piece of parchment, just lyrics, as she couldn't actually think of anything letter-worthy.
She watched as the handsome young man entered the Owlery. He had curly black hair and an attractively toned body. She recognized him, and assumed he must be in her year, and perhaps even her house. She didn't pay much attention to the other students, though, her insecurities and shy nature saw to that.
Lucy watched as he nudged the nearest barn owl awake, and it nipped at him. "Careful there." She spoke quietly. Her voice came out a little strained, almost croaky and she shook her head to make herself calm down. Speaking shouldn't be this hard. "I don't suppose you have a treat for him? Probably the only way you'll get him to do anything for you now that you've woken him up just so." She looked down at the boy from her perch, her icy blue eyes portraying how nervous she was at even speaking as much as she had. She never made the first move in any conversation, in fact, she avoided them. She wasn't certain why this time was different. She turned her eyes back to one of the owls that was sitting next to her and petted its feathers softly, feeding it one of her treats.
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Post by benedict on May 26, 2012 21:08:35 GMT -5
Ben nudge the owl again and it snipped at his fingers before it closed it’s eyes yet again. He really didn’t care for school owls. He had his own, but it was out towards London, delivering an order form to one of the shops in Diagon Alley. He always ended up forgetting something on his school list and would have to send for it once term began.
He was startled slightly by a sudden voice from above him. Ben glanced up to see someone peaked out from the shadow. He could tell from the voice that it was a girl, and with a little bit of strain to his eyes he could make out her form. He could tell by her voice that she seemed to be nervous, but it couldn’t figure out why. She seemed vaguely familiar to him, but couldn’t quite tell who she was. The couldn’t recognize the voice, but she obviously went to school with him.
“I shouldn’t have to give him a treat for him to do his job.” He said, before he poked the owl again. This time however it gave a squawked warning. Already he regretted sending his owl off with something that now seemed to be unimportant. His personal owl was not nearly as temperamental as the schools. In fact it was ridiculously calm for an owl.
He dug around in his cloak pocket and found some crumbled up treats that he held out to the owl who gladly took it before sticking out it’s leg. He strung the letter properly to it, before the owl took off and vanquished out of sight. Ben turned again and looked up at the girl. “So…is this what you do all day? Hang out in the Owlry giving out friendly advice?” Ben smiled, his voice calm and full of curiosity. He couldn’t quite understand what the appeal was, hanging around with a bunch of filthy animals.
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Post by lucy mae litcott on May 26, 2012 21:47:11 GMT -5
Lucy watched as the boy strained to see her. She wasn't quite ready to come down just yet however. "I shouldn’t have to give him a treat for him to do his job." Lucy shook her head. "Well how would you feel if someone shook you awake and then ordered you to send a message for them?" She smiled softly and watched as he found some crumbled up treats and handed them to the owl, and was glad to see that the owl complied with his wishes after.
Once the owl had flown off he turned back to look at her. "So…is this what you do all day? Hang out in the Owlry giving out friendly advice?" Normally a sentence such as that would come across as sarcastic, and perhaps not at all friendly to Lucy, but the tone held something different, and the smile on his face said it all. The boy was curious. She smiled. "Oh yes, I live in this little cubby, wouldn't you know? It's quite cozy." She shook her head and gave the owl next to her the last bit of her treats before climbing down carefully from her high perch. The perks of being small, she was able to fit into small spaces, and she wasn't afraid of heights, so climbing up to one of the cubbyholes kept her fairly out of sight with a lovely view. Once she was just a foot or two from the ground she jumped carefully down. She tucked her quill behind her ear and folded her bit of parchment, sticking it in her pocket. "Truth be told," she started softly, "um, I was trying to write a letter." Her icy blue eyes looked up into his dark ones, and she fiddled with a strand of her long brown hair. She was nervous, he was handsome, she was short and insecure, and he was at least 5 inches taller than her and, well, handsome. It was fight or flight for this poor girl, but she struggled to fight because there was a part of her, more like most of her, that wanted to actually talk with this guy, that didn't want to sneak away and hide.
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Post by benedict on May 29, 2012 12:08:50 GMT -5
“Fine. Point taken. I’m sure I would be pretty peeved if someone woke me.” It was true. Ben really didn’t care for being woken up. He was very fond of sleeping in, and mornings that required him to get up early wasn’t something he cared for. For whatever reason the girl seemed to still nervous. He didn’t think he was a terribly frightening guy, but wondered if others thought differently. He wasn’t exactly tall, but he was broad across his chest and shoulders.
“It’s a nice cubby hole.” Ben smiled and his brown eyes beamed. “You shall now be known as the Owl Keeper.” When she climbed down from her spot he recognized her. She was a girl from his year and house, but during their seven years at Hogwarts he couldn’t remember her saying much. He couldn’t even place her within a certain clique. The only thing that really stood out about her was her eyes. They were blue. Not the common baby blue eyes that most people had. These were electric blue and reminded him of sapphires. Ben saw eyes like these before, but they were a staple for the Black family. He wondered if she was related to them.
“Oh, just a letter?" He quirked his brow and his eyes narrowed in on her. "That’s pretty lame actually… I would be more impressed if it were a treasure map, or even a story.” There wasn't anything unique about writing a letter in an Owlry. The whole point of the Owlry was to ship letters. He wasn't quite sure why anyone would want to write a letter there though. It was always a mess and smelt of owl droppings.
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