Who: Morag MacDougal and Luna Lovegood What: TBD (Morag needs to get out more) Where: The Hogsmeade Post Office When: Saturday afternoon Rating: TBD
Morag dodged a brown owl fluttered over her head, flying across the room to perch in the center of a cluster of barn owls. As it landed, she found herself smiling and walking closer to peer at the rows and rows of birds.
She loved this place and its strange smell of feathers and ink. She fingered the envelope in her pocket, listening to the faint clink of the galleons inside. She scanned the owls in front of her. Who should I pick? The ones who will fly the fastest or the most reliable? It was a game Morag loved to play with herself and on an especially lonely Saturday, it could take her an hour to make her choice.
She finally handed her letter to a tiny screech owl, halting as she heard the door open behind her. Who could that be? No one writes letters anymore, not now that there's journals. Or do they?