Pigwidgeon

Pigwidgeon

Disclaimer: Everything belongs to J.K. Rowling

The summer before my third year, my brother Ron came home with a minute owl. He wouldn't say where he came from. The owl was the size of a tennis ball and practically a ball of grey fluff. It was sooooo cute! Ron was surprised at the fuss I made.

"It's  my owl anyway," he reminded me.

Like I'd forget!!  His old rat Scabbers had apparently run off. I didn't know  Scabbers could run! It all just seemed a bit suss, if you asked me.

One day I was listening to the wizarding wireless and I happened to hear the name Pigwidgeon. I thought suited Ron's owl so I started calling it that. The name stuck. He wouldn't answer to anything else. And did Ron blow a fuse!!

" That's a STUPID name Ginny," Ron raged.

" I think it's sweet!" I retorted.

" That's your opinion," he muttered.

So he started calling it Pig. I thought THAT was a stupid name.

When Harry visited for once I wasn't  blushing whenever he entered the room.

We were in Ron's room talking when Harry said, "Er- why are you calling that owl Pig?"

"Because he's being stupid," I said, "Its proper name is Pigwidgeon"

"Yeah and that's not a stupid name at all," Ron said sarcastically, "Ginny named him. She reckons it's sweet"

And I did, but I wish Ron would tell me where he got him.