Who: Finn and Faye Monroe What: Faye is keeping a secret. Where: Behind Three Broomsticks When: Mid-afternoon.
Faye had spent the morning in a bit of a daze. Not long after she’d decided to end her conversation with Alecto, and after her mother had grounded her and taken away her journal, Faye fell into a fitful sleep. She awoke to early morning light with a start, though she couldn’t remember what had roused her or what she’d been dreaming about, but she’d woke with a pounding heart and wide eyes. She’d been surprised to find a box on her bed, delivered by owl (or so it seemed). She wasn’t sure what she’d been expecting when she opened the box, but a tiny animal heart was not it.
Faye let out a gasp, and almost fumbled the delicate organ onto her bed. She’d been so loud that she’d almost been certain that she’d woken her brother, but the sound of his snores evening back out assured her. She felt a bubble of panic rise through her, she didn’t want to upset her family, but she had to tell someone, didn’t she? With a frown, she tucked the small box under the bed to hide it until a time when she could deal with it without anyone noticing.
It was mid-afternoon by the time that time had come. Her mother was tending to the lunch rush, too distracted to notice Faye sneaking out of the back of the pub, while Killian was in his own shop and Finn-- well, Finn was probably playing with some sort of electronic gadget. Faye held in her hand the box with the owl heart, and a tiny cross she’d glued together out of beads she’d gotten in a craft set.
Faye bundled up, despite being grounded for a week, and snuck out the side door and dashed around to the back of the pub. She fell to her knees when she got there, using her gloved hands to dig out some of the snow, and her wand to thaw parts of the ground that had iced over, Faye began to dig a tiny grave for the owl heart.
Fay let out a shakey breath as she nestled the box into the ground, a tear slipping down her face both from the cold and her sadness for the animal that lost it’s life.
“I’m very sorry, little owl.” She said softly to the box, “I don’t know if you were a Mummy owl, or a Daddy owl, or a baby owl, or a big brother owl, but you didn’t deserve what that mean lady did. I bet you were a very sweet owl, who liked to fly, and have treats. I hope you weren’t someone’s pet, you poor thing.” She sighed again, “But you’re in owl heaven now. And That’s real good. You can have berries and stuff, and no one will hurt you there. I’m so sorry little owl.”
Faye burst into tears then, laying the sparkly cross on the box before furiously wiping the tears away from her face.