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Nikolai 'Niki' Urquhart (fwoopersays) wrote in wished,

Niki had always liked the Forest, the taboo nature of it, and so he meandered in that direction, his broomstick slung over his shoulder. It was so quiet, utterly quiet, but it was late, and all that really could be heard was the hooting of owls as they called to one another in the night.

He liked owls. Liked birds of all kinds.

As he walked, he suddenly saw movement, and he tensed. A little mouse? the voice whispered to him and Niki peered into the darkness. And then started to follow that movement, the pale skin that waas against the backdrop of darkness.

His footsteps were silent, and hurried, and soon enough he caught up to the shadowy movement.

"Aha!" he announced and then squinted again. A hand lifted and he scratched his head.

"Nott? Not Theodore Nott?"