Post by Riley Terran on May 16, 2006 22:26:02 GMT -5
[Edit I changed the post around a little bit at the end. If anyone wants to come in, and stop the rule bending Gryffindor, or do whatever that would be great.]
Riley Terran sat perched on top of a section of rickey fence that boarded the lawn around Britan's famous Shrieking Shack. It had taken her several minutes to find a board that was strong enough to support her weight between the rotting planks, and pointed thorns, but eventually she had, and, so here she sat, her long legs dangling down, so far they almost touched the ground. Perched on the post next to her sat her Aunt's large tawny barn owl. Down the path no more than ten feet stood the Hogsmeade Post Office, with the owl's owner squashed inside. Her Aunt Maggie had insisted on using one of the post office's owls, claiming that Earl was getting too old for long distances, and Riley had decided to stay outside with the handsome creature. She liked to have her breathing room, and with recent events the post office was packed to the bursting point with witches, and wizards scrambling to send a letter.
"Here boy." She gently cooed, as she dug her hand into a small leather satchel around her waist, and pulled out a small piece of spiced meat. Earl hooted greatfully and flew downwards, gently landing on her shoulder. Riley felt his claws dig into her shoulder in a greatful way as she hand-fed him the small chunk of meat. "No you're not too old for long distance journies are you?" She asked him as she gently stroked the soft feathers atop his elegant head. "You just like hunting better."
Earl gave a small hoot, and lept onto Riley's lap almost knocking her off the fense in his pursuit for more food. Caught unaware of his sudden nudge at the pouch around her waist, Riley scooted sideways, and collided with her backup that was balanced haphazordly on the rail. Toppling to the ground, the bag hit with a sickening CRUNCH, and a small black puddle of ink began to pool underneath it. "You little blighter now look what you did." Riley said loudly, pushing Earl off of her lap, and instintively reaching for her wand. Stealing a quick glance around Riley slowly withdrew her wand from her pocket, and aimed it at the bag. What harm could come from it? "The underage laws are bloody stupid anyway." She grumbled to herself, why should she have to sit around, and watch her brand new books become drenched in sticky ink? Taking one last glance around Riley raised her wand, as she prepared to cast a spell.
Riley Terran sat perched on top of a section of rickey fence that boarded the lawn around Britan's famous Shrieking Shack. It had taken her several minutes to find a board that was strong enough to support her weight between the rotting planks, and pointed thorns, but eventually she had, and, so here she sat, her long legs dangling down, so far they almost touched the ground. Perched on the post next to her sat her Aunt's large tawny barn owl. Down the path no more than ten feet stood the Hogsmeade Post Office, with the owl's owner squashed inside. Her Aunt Maggie had insisted on using one of the post office's owls, claiming that Earl was getting too old for long distances, and Riley had decided to stay outside with the handsome creature. She liked to have her breathing room, and with recent events the post office was packed to the bursting point with witches, and wizards scrambling to send a letter.
"Here boy." She gently cooed, as she dug her hand into a small leather satchel around her waist, and pulled out a small piece of spiced meat. Earl hooted greatfully and flew downwards, gently landing on her shoulder. Riley felt his claws dig into her shoulder in a greatful way as she hand-fed him the small chunk of meat. "No you're not too old for long distance journies are you?" She asked him as she gently stroked the soft feathers atop his elegant head. "You just like hunting better."
Earl gave a small hoot, and lept onto Riley's lap almost knocking her off the fense in his pursuit for more food. Caught unaware of his sudden nudge at the pouch around her waist, Riley scooted sideways, and collided with her backup that was balanced haphazordly on the rail. Toppling to the ground, the bag hit with a sickening CRUNCH, and a small black puddle of ink began to pool underneath it. "You little blighter now look what you did." Riley said loudly, pushing Earl off of her lap, and instintively reaching for her wand. Stealing a quick glance around Riley slowly withdrew her wand from her pocket, and aimed it at the bag. What harm could come from it? "The underage laws are bloody stupid anyway." She grumbled to herself, why should she have to sit around, and watch her brand new books become drenched in sticky ink? Taking one last glance around Riley raised her wand, as she prepared to cast a spell.
