Post by DAMIAN SEBASTIAN LOCKE on Jan 7, 2014 18:21:31 GMT -8
It was blistering cold in the owlery, the wind whipping through the various open windows. Whoever had been up here this morning and opened all of the windows. It hadn't snowed in a few weeks but the steps were still as icy as ever. He held his letter out in front of him and kept a careful eye on the dark shaded ice beneath his feet. He hopped the last step and slid over to his owl, Firefly. He was a basic brown owl with a dark red streak down his back, a gift from his father in his first year. He had said that the owl was different just like Damian and had a fiery streak to him. Damian and Firefly were inseparable in the first few years, Firefly refusing to live up here until his fifth year. Firefly would sit on his shoulder whenever he came to visit, as soon as he saw him he took his normal spot, he seemed to have been expecting him.
Damian's sister was at St. Mungo's and he had promised her a letter once a week. This was the third one and he felt they were getting better and better. Fiona was a fifth year, also in Slytherin of course. Poor girl fell sick at Christmas dinner this year and hasn't left St. Mungo's since. It was a true tragedy to see her writing in pain, the family unsure of what it was that ailed her. Damian himself rushed her to the hospital and spoke with the witches in charge. Landon, his father, was a diplomat for the Ministry in England which meant a lot of travel including that very night at dinner. The healers were still unsure of what it was that had happened to Fiona and Damian was sure that they would never figure it out. Too many useless mudbloods in that place.
So he continued to send her letters to try and keep her entertained in the hospital. It was nearly impossible to visit during the school year but he was hoping to see her in the next few days. Surprise her. He had written to the Headmaster about it and was hoping it would be okayed. He tied the letter to Firefly's foot and rubbed his back. "How are ya buddy? You gonna get this to Fiona for me?" Firefly bit his finger softly and Damian laugh quietly. "You're right I'm sorry. You've never let me down before" The owl straightened up and fixed his own feathers, whoing softly. Damian began laughing and smiled "Now get going birdbrain, Fi will be waiting for ya" Firefly chiped again before taking off through the window. Damian smiled as he watched him go and looked through the window at the beautiful view. It was then that he realized he wasn't alone.
Damian's sister was at St. Mungo's and he had promised her a letter once a week. This was the third one and he felt they were getting better and better. Fiona was a fifth year, also in Slytherin of course. Poor girl fell sick at Christmas dinner this year and hasn't left St. Mungo's since. It was a true tragedy to see her writing in pain, the family unsure of what it was that ailed her. Damian himself rushed her to the hospital and spoke with the witches in charge. Landon, his father, was a diplomat for the Ministry in England which meant a lot of travel including that very night at dinner. The healers were still unsure of what it was that had happened to Fiona and Damian was sure that they would never figure it out. Too many useless mudbloods in that place.
So he continued to send her letters to try and keep her entertained in the hospital. It was nearly impossible to visit during the school year but he was hoping to see her in the next few days. Surprise her. He had written to the Headmaster about it and was hoping it would be okayed. He tied the letter to Firefly's foot and rubbed his back. "How are ya buddy? You gonna get this to Fiona for me?" Firefly bit his finger softly and Damian laugh quietly. "You're right I'm sorry. You've never let me down before" The owl straightened up and fixed his own feathers, whoing softly. Damian began laughing and smiled "Now get going birdbrain, Fi will be waiting for ya" Firefly chiped again before taking off through the window. Damian smiled as he watched him go and looked through the window at the beautiful view. It was then that he realized he wasn't alone.
