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Post by Brodie Thompson on Jun 21, 2009 10:44:23 GMT -5
Making his way slowly up the spiraled staircases to the owlery, Brodie held the letter he would be sending in his pocket. Clad in a pair of light faded baggy jeans and a dark blue polo, the Gryffindor boy could feel the slight chill in the night arm on his tanned skin. His hair was wet and messy, having just showered and changed after quidditch practice, but he didn't care. Pushing the heavy wooden door open, Brodie entered the owlery and walked over to a stand where his owl could perch while he tied the letter to his leg. Calling his owl, Brodie watched as the big brown barn owl swooped down from the rafters and landed gracefully in front of him. Smiling slightly over the birds power and grace, Brodie tied the letter quickly to the birds leg and let it move onto his arm as he walked over toward the big open window.
Just as he was about to let the owl go, Brodie heard the sound of approaching footsteps. Turning to see who it was who's joined him, the Gryffindor 6th year forgot entirely about letting go of the owl who was trying with all his might to get free. Just as Brodie saw the shadow of a person reaching the top of the stairs, he felt a sharp peck on his thumb that was holding the owl captive. Jerking his hand back, Brodie gave a small yelp of surprise as he felt the warm liquid start to cover his finger. Sighing, Brodie watched as the owl flew off into the night sky putting his finger in his mouth to clean off the blood. When the bleeding had all but stopped Brodie turned to head back down out of the tower. "Stupid birds" he muttered under his breath not noticing the person who had joined him.
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