oiprewett (oiprewett) wrote in darkmarkrising, @ 2010-09-30 11:55:00 |
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Entry tags: | fabian prewett |
Who: Fabian and OPEN
Where: By the Quidditch pitch
When: Thursday during lunch
What: Getting a tiny owl down from a tree
Rating: TBD
Status: Incomplete
A squeaking leaf or a tiny owl - Fabian was going to take his chances. Not that he didn't trust Dorcas. She was cute. Who couldn't trust someone cute? Anyway, there were people who thought his owl was dead. Lilliput wasn't dead. She was too small to not get away. So she flew a little like Woodstock from those Snoopy drawings that Muggle cartoonist did. So what? That didn't mean she was -
"Hoot!"
From where he stood, looking up into the trees, Fabian spun around at the squeaking hoot that he knew instantly. His heart, which had plummeted when Evans had replied to his journal, began to feel lighter.
"Lilliput!" he called.
"Hoot!"
When Fabian looked toward the sound this time, he found her, high up in the branches, trembling and hiding behind a large leaf. She barely poked her head out to see if it was Fabian.
"It's me, it's okay!" he called up to Lilliput. "You come down from there!" Fabian dipped into his pocket, feeling around excited for treats. He pulled a few out and held them in his flat palm. The tiny owl in tree twisted her head upside down.
"Hoot?" asked the owl, poking her head out again, cautiously. The leaf shook as much as the owl behind it. Clearly, Fabian would need a little more help than just treats.