The Owl Post Goes Postal
Harry began to notice problems right at the start of his fifth year at Hogwarts. As the owls swooped into the great hall, it was clear they had lost the aura of importance and meaning. They seemed physically tired, and worn out. Even Ron's owl Pig seemed less hyper.
"What's with the owls this morning?" asked Harry.
"Not sure, we've only been here a few weeks, it's not like they all have to travel at the same time. Weird." Said Ron.
The teachers noticed too, and Dumbledore decided he would investigate after breakfast. The owls finished their deliveries and flew out of the room and back to the owlry.
The problem with the owls was not the only thing on Dumbledore's mind; Voldemort and his followers had been much more active as of late. Hogwarts was in near constant contact with the Ministry of Magic.
"Maybe that's the problem, but there really haven't been all that many deliveries." Thought Dumbledore.
A little known and important fact that is unknown to the wizard world is that most magic creatures talk and communicate at or above the level of wizards, witches, and Muggles. It helps if you speak the language too.
"This is madness! The school can't use us to deliver letters to the Ministry, that's what the Hogwarts owls are for." Shrieked a large tawny owl named Hector.
"I have notified the union, we'll just have to wait and see." Said Snow, a medium sized artic owl.
"Yeah, that'll help! You're all fools! You notified them 5 weeks ago! They've strung us out to dry, they'll work us until we die!" shrieked Pig doing some angry loops.
"That will be quite enough, shut up here comes Dumbledore." Said Hector.
"Alright you guys, what's going on?" said Dumbledore.
Silence.
"Look, I know you guys can talk. I'm a step above the rest." Said Dumbledore.
The owls just glared at him.
"Guess I thought you were smarter than you actually are, stupid birds." Said Dumbledore.
Pig looked as if you burst and scream at Dumbledore but was silenced by a sharp glare from Snow. When Dumbledore had left the owls resumed their debate.
"Listen, I have an idea." started Pig.
Harry began to notice problems right at the start of his fifth year at Hogwarts. As the owls swooped into the great hall, it was clear they had lost the aura of importance and meaning. They seemed physically tired, and worn out. Even Ron's owl Pig seemed less hyper.
"What's with the owls this morning?" asked Harry.
"Not sure, we've only been here a few weeks, it's not like they all have to travel at the same time. Weird." Said Ron.
The teachers noticed too, and Dumbledore decided he would investigate after breakfast. The owls finished their deliveries and flew out of the room and back to the owlry.
The problem with the owls was not the only thing on Dumbledore's mind; Voldemort and his followers had been much more active as of late. Hogwarts was in near constant contact with the Ministry of Magic.
"Maybe that's the problem, but there really haven't been all that many deliveries." Thought Dumbledore.
A little known and important fact that is unknown to the wizard world is that most magic creatures talk and communicate at or above the level of wizards, witches, and Muggles. It helps if you speak the language too.
"This is madness! The school can't use us to deliver letters to the Ministry, that's what the Hogwarts owls are for." Shrieked a large tawny owl named Hector.
"I have notified the union, we'll just have to wait and see." Said Snow, a medium sized artic owl.
"Yeah, that'll help! You're all fools! You notified them 5 weeks ago! They've strung us out to dry, they'll work us until we die!" shrieked Pig doing some angry loops.
"That will be quite enough, shut up here comes Dumbledore." Said Hector.
"Alright you guys, what's going on?" said Dumbledore.
Silence.
"Look, I know you guys can talk. I'm a step above the rest." Said Dumbledore.
The owls just glared at him.
"Guess I thought you were smarter than you actually are, stupid birds." Said Dumbledore.
Pig looked as if you burst and scream at Dumbledore but was silenced by a sharp glare from Snow. When Dumbledore had left the owls resumed their debate.
"Listen, I have an idea." started Pig.