A/N: Yay! Here is the sequel to "Time for Dinner." I hope you guys will like it and yes, I know the title is strange, but I couldn't think of anything else. "Eccentric" means 'strange,' 'weird,' or 'oddball.' It's supposed to describe the story characters. :)

Disclaimer: I don't own anything dealing with 'Harry Potter.'


I sighed deeply and sat down at the table in our family room. I had my quill, ink, and parchment all ready for the letter I was going to compose. The thing was, though, I hadn't decided what was going into the letter. My hand started to tap the end of my quill on the tabletop. I sat there in the silence – besides the quiet tapping noise from my quill – with the dull light I had turned on. It was 4:07 and still kind of sunny outside.

I was still thinking of something to put down when the hand holding my quill began to write. Curiously, I moved my head over to see what it – I mean I – was writing. It was actually pretty good and I was waiting for the end at what time my mum decided to drop in.

"Sweetie, what are you still doing here; I thought you were going to your friend's house?" she asked before she saw the letter. "You're writing a letter at home when you could just do it over your friend's house?" she sounded skeptical and I was about to answer that they'd laugh at me when they found out who I was sending it to when I had caught sight of the time.

7:25.

Whoa! I had wasted that much time trying to write one simple letter?

My mum kissed me on my head. "Don't forget to tell us if you're going to your friend's house or not, okay?" she said as she turned to go back to bed. "And you are quite a writer." I could feel my face heat up a little and watched her retreating form. When she was gone, I waited for my hand to continue on with its genius writing, but it just fell over, the quill rolling across the table a little. Why wasn't it writing the brilliant words anymore?

Get a grip on yourself! It was you writing those words, not your hand! Well, your hand did help, you know? It held the quill up and wrote the words down, but it was your brain that formed the words being written!

I have the weirdest thoughts ever. But I took the advice that was thrown to me and added down words that sounded like they went along with the rest of the letter. I reread it and grinned. I may be strange internally, but I sure do know how to write a letter. I'll fix the whole strange mind thing later.

I moved over to my owl, Faboccini, and gently nudged him awake. His eyes came open and he quickly looked alert. I grinned again and pulled some drawers open to look for some string. I folded the letter and tied it to Faboccini's leg before opening the window. I muttered to him who to deliver the note to and looked on as he spread his wings and took flight. I thought about reaching out to pull him back as he had his wings spread, but it was too late.

Faboccini was already out the window.

My letter was tied to him.

He was going to deliver the letter.

The letter was going to be read.

What have I just done?

I stayed up well into the night waiting for Faboccini to come back. I was thinking of some ways I could get the letter back before it would be read. None of the ideas were any good and I had actually wished the weird thoughts would come back to me and give me some weird idea that would work. He – or it – never came back.

It was around three in the morning that I realized that my owl probably wouldn't have come back right away. He'd probably stay there for the night and catch some sleep; not fly cross country to make a delivery and come back the same night.

I grudgingly went to my room to try and forget about the embarrassment that was sure to ensue after Faboccini did his job. My blankets were somewhat cold when I slipped under them and I thought that would knock me out in a heartbeat; the coolness of them. I closed my eyes and waited for sleep to overcome me. I moved so that I was lying on my side when I found I was still awake. I closed my eyes again, but after a few minutes, they came back open. This was going to take some time.

I was in the state of consciousness and sleep when I heard some distant fluttering. The noise prompted me to wake up and check on the noise. Checking the time, I noticed it was seventeen minutes after five. I made it to the family room, but Faboccini wasn't there. I moved to the dining room and saw him ruffling his feathers to get ready to get some sleep. The noise made him stop and he looked up. When he saw it was only me, he proceeded to close his eyes.

Don't be grateful to see your owner I thought. I gazed at both of his legs trying to see if there was a letter. There wasn't. Maybe he was hiding it. I moved all around him and saw there still was no letter. Maybe he dropped it on his way back and didn't bother trying to go back for it. He was trying to rebel against me and show he needed no master. I needed to calm down; where was the calm, cool, and collected person I was while at school? I took a deep breath and searched Faboccini again – he hooted angrily at me; who did he think he was to do that to me of all people? – before heading back to my room to try and get some sleep. I didn't know why since I was to be up in an hour to get ready for the day.

I crawled back into my bed and lied there thinking about the possible reasons I hadn't received a reply.

Faboccini was indeed rebelling and lost it purposely.

Faboccini didn't wait long enough for my letter.

They didn't want to respond and shooed Faboccini out of their house.

Faboccini lost it accidentally.

Faboccini delivered the letter to the wrong person.

Needless to say, most of my excuses included Faboccini. When I finally succumbed to sleep, one idea popped in my head that hadn't consisted of him.

They were thinking about what I had written.

But even that was a little farfetched compared to others, wasn't it?


A/N: So, who was that (it is a guy)? If you're going to guess, please review becasue I want to know who you think the person is. :) I don't know how many chapters this story will have; I've only written up to chapter nine. And I know it seems that there isn't any Rose/Scorpius, but I promise that's coming, just not until a few more chapters.

Thanks to everyone else who read and favorited "Time for Dinner." :)

Thank you That Romantic for the awesome names; Faboccini was my second favorite even though I don't know how to pronounce it. :)

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