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I could smell the owlery from half the castle away. The corridors became increasingly less grand as I neared the owls. When I turned the corner past a sleeping painting, I nearly had a heart attack. It was just a picture. A picture of y/n in all her disheveled grandeur; the words “vote y/n for student body president” were written in a glowing ink. Why was I not surprised. I held my breath as I entered the small owlery at the top of the north tower, but the stench still got through.
“I’m sending a letter to my girlfriend to tell her we’re breaking up” a hufflepuff 7th year with a scraggly beard told his friend, “I mean how could I date anyone when I know someone as perfect as y/n goes to OUR school?” He attached said letter to an elderly owl that appeared to be missing an eye.
I gaged. My owl had been a present from my mother at the start of the term. She was a beautiful Carmel brown and was one of the biggest in the room. (My old owl just wasn’t good enough for me anymore). I called her over and pulled out a quill and some parchment,
My hastily written letter read:
Dearest Father,
Some UNUSUAL happenings have occurred over the past hour and I believe you will take great joy in setting it right.
It all started with a destitute mugblood girl. She snuck into my bedchamber and demanded my affection. I confronted the headmaster, but he seemed to be experiencing the same hysteria. It is my belief that every one in this school has fallen under some sort of curse placed by this imposter. I have been pestered nonstop by her and you MUST do something about it. See to it please.
Affectionately,
Your son, Draco.
Several ink stains dotted the parchment. My hands were twitching handing the letter to my owl. I was itching to put this matter behind me.
“AH- EW, WATCH IT!”
The owl reached its head out and nuzzled my hand affectionately. I snapped my hand back
“JUST GO!”
The bird swiftly shrank in appearance over the horizon as it gracefully obeyed my order.