Post by fish on Apr 10, 2011 12:05:01 GMT -6
Henri made her way to the Owlery slowly, lazily. She was in no hurry, as she had both this and next period empty for today. Though she had hoped to fill at least one of them with Quidditch practice, a light drizzle had picked up outside, and honestly, she really would rather stay dry in here. Rain, thunderstorms, lightning: those she loved, yes. But this horrid drippy stuff just rubbed on her nerves. Her mood was not improved by the fact that she had just finished a disastrous Transfiguration class, where they were supposed to be turning toads into tea cups. Henri was fairly certain that her attempt was nothing short of animal cruelty. She winced at the mere thought of it, and then leaned her shoulder into the soft wood of the Owlery door, persuading it to groan open.[/blockquote]
A flurry of hoots and rustles greeted here as the various owls shifted and fluttered from post to post. Henri picked a careful path through the spattering of owl droppings and tried to find Vladimir. He was tucked in the back of the Owlery, irritably clicking his beak at several younger, smaller birds that he seemed to believe had too much gusto. Henri gave a soft smile, running a hand tenderly down his soft back. The eerie looking Barn Owl had been a gift for her thirteenth birthday, and the had taken a liking to each other fairly quickly. Henri pulled a piece of sausage from breakfast out of her pocket and Vlad nipped it up with a dignified hoot.
"Alright, buddy. Bring this home, okay? There's a letter for Uncle and for father in there." she said, tying the thick envelope to his talons. Vlad gave a stray strand of hair an affectionate tug and then hopped to the window, where he swiftly dived out and then soared off into the rain. Henri drifted to the window, for once a bit hesitant to enter back into the bustling fray of Hogwarts. Don't get her wrong: the crowds were a great place to pick up little bits of gossip or secrets. But sometimes she missed the quiet of her London home.
Henri leaned against the window sill, her eyes downcast as she viewed the Hogwarts grounds. It was a pretty place, for sure. Lots of opportunities to make connections. Henri was very well aware of this. She had lots of people with whom she was acquaintances. A handful more that owed her favors which would prove helpful in the long run. Yet, though Henri adamantly denied it to herself, these people were not quite the same as friends.