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"Ginny, what on earth are you doing?" Ron had just seen 4 owls fly past him. Now there were 23 perched around Ginny's room.
"I thought Pig could do with some friends–"
"So you brought home a whole bunch of nests."
"So I brought home some lonely owls." She gave Ron a meaningful glare.
Ron was taken aback.
Ginny continued. "Pig needs to be more outgoing, he needs to socialise. Leave him here to let him get acquainted."
Ron was stunned. He couldn't think of anything to say so he asked, "Where'd you get the money?"
"I didn't buy them, I just borrowed them form the post office." She grinned when she saw Ron still had a dazed expression. "We should leave them alone for awhile."
She steered Ron out of the room.
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For the rest of the day, Ron was lost for words. He was still thinking about 27 owls. Pig was cheerful, why did he need company. Ginny definitely had another reason behind her actions. What were they?
He decided to write a letter to Harry.
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"Pig." Ron yelled.
No response.
"Pig!"
Still no response.
"C'mere Pig, I need you to deliver a letter."
Ginny came out of her room. "Please Ron, pig is communicating well with the other owls, don't distract him."
"I don't care," Ron was starting to get annoyed, where was this "Pig friends" thing going anyway? "I need him to deliver a letter."
"Sorry Ron, but Pig's busy."
Ron pushed past Ginny and went in her room. Pig was sitting comfortably next to another owl.
"Oi Pig! Do me a favour wouldya?"
Pig ignored Ron.
"Come on Pig."
Pig cooed happily to the other owl.
Had Ron remembered what his letter was about, he would have just dropped it and left Pig alone. But hadn't, causing him to pursue Pig on. Pig reacted badly and pecked Ron's arm.
"Argh," Ron bellowed.
Pig hooted haughtily.
When Ginny saw how hurt Ron was, she felt real ashamed. His shoulders sagged as he left the room, looking like he'd just lost a best friend.
She tried to feel happy that she'd gotten the vendetta, but her heart just wasn't into it. She decided that she would return the owls the next day.
Reviewing is fun for everyone. Crap stories should be given credit.
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"Ginny, what on earth are you doing?" Ron had just seen 4 owls fly past him. Now there were 23 perched around Ginny's room.
"I thought Pig could do with some friends–"
"So you brought home a whole bunch of nests."
"So I brought home some lonely owls." She gave Ron a meaningful glare.
Ron was taken aback.
Ginny continued. "Pig needs to be more outgoing, he needs to socialise. Leave him here to let him get acquainted."
Ron was stunned. He couldn't think of anything to say so he asked, "Where'd you get the money?"
"I didn't buy them, I just borrowed them form the post office." She grinned when she saw Ron still had a dazed expression. "We should leave them alone for awhile."
She steered Ron out of the room.
~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~
For the rest of the day, Ron was lost for words. He was still thinking about 27 owls. Pig was cheerful, why did he need company. Ginny definitely had another reason behind her actions. What were they?
He decided to write a letter to Harry.
~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~
"Pig." Ron yelled.
No response.
"Pig!"
Still no response.
"C'mere Pig, I need you to deliver a letter."
Ginny came out of her room. "Please Ron, pig is communicating well with the other owls, don't distract him."
"I don't care," Ron was starting to get annoyed, where was this "Pig friends" thing going anyway? "I need him to deliver a letter."
"Sorry Ron, but Pig's busy."
Ron pushed past Ginny and went in her room. Pig was sitting comfortably next to another owl.
"Oi Pig! Do me a favour wouldya?"
Pig ignored Ron.
"Come on Pig."
Pig cooed happily to the other owl.
Had Ron remembered what his letter was about, he would have just dropped it and left Pig alone. But hadn't, causing him to pursue Pig on. Pig reacted badly and pecked Ron's arm.
"Argh," Ron bellowed.
Pig hooted haughtily.
When Ginny saw how hurt Ron was, she felt real ashamed. His shoulders sagged as he left the room, looking like he'd just lost a best friend.
She tried to feel happy that she'd gotten the vendetta, but her heart just wasn't into it. She decided that she would return the owls the next day.
Reviewing is fun for everyone. Crap stories should be given credit.
