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She awoke one morning to tapping on her windowsill, she then moved lazily about her room and opened the latch. Letting the little downy owl in as well as the cold that came with him.
She untangled the parchment from his leg, gave him a little cookie, and sent him off. She opened the scroll, reading the quick strokes that belonged to only Ron. When she turned around did she notice the small pile of presents in front of her bed post, the majority of the presents being wrapped in red wrapping paper.
As well as one single slim box wrapped in gold wrapping paper with a silver bow.
A charmed forever-inked quill and a new quill set (even with invisible ink) laid delicately inside, neatly packed.
S.S. were the initials given.
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