The Dregs of Wizardry
This copyright extends throughout the entire story: I do not own Harry Potter. I do, however, make claim on all the characters I use in here. Ha.
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Clocks across the land had just struck midnight and the unison of small cuckoo bells could be heard from house to house. It was a lovely summer nice. The sky was a deep, deep ocean blue and stars were dotted everywhere.
Three owls flew in unison over a small suburban setting. After a few minutes of flying over houses, one owl dropped from the sky, clutching the letter it held in its beak extra carefully as to not lose it. Swooping down between houses, it swiftly darted down an alleyway and darted over a fence.
The other two flew on a bit longer. Eventually the houses dispersed and the poured concrete turned into a little paved road which turned into a simple dirt path. Here, houses were placed at comfortable distances; close enough for neighbors, far enough for privacy. The second of the owls also dropped form the sky and dove for a partially opened bedroom window. The final owl fell from its flight at the house next door and went for a second story window.
The first two birds and their official messages would be ignored until morning. But the final owl was greeted by an arm that extended out of the window of the dark room. It cooed as it softly landed and, pulling the bird inside, Eli Vance took the letter and pat the messenger on the head softly. Turning the parchment over, his grey eyes shining from the light of a single lit lamp, he spotted the seal of Hogwarts School of Witchcraft and Wizardry.
