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III
When she woke up the next day, she was surrounded by what looked like 50 owls. That's odd, she thought, I'm sure I didn't bring home more than 30 owls. She rubbed her eyes, but it was clear as day, there were twice as many owls as there were yesterday.
So what had happened? Had the owls bred overnight? But that wasn't possible, owls didn't breed that fast. Perhaps her room attracted owls? But all her windows and doors were closed. What on earth was happening?
She decided to take them all back to the post office at once.
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"Sorry Ma'am, we can only take back the owls we lent you, you'll have to keep the rest."
Ginny felt really miserable. 22 bloody owls to look after, they were in enough financial trouble already. What would mum think? Or Ron? Boy, Ron'll be so happy. Pigwidgeon busy 24/7. Ron would probably kill himself. God knows how much he loves that bird.
She couldn't let that happen. She'd already hurt him enough. She'll just hand them out to people on the street.
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"Here miss, would you like and owl? How about you sir? You'd like one little girl? Oi, how about – "
"Here, what do you think your doing Missy?"
Ginny looked up. It was a really tall cop with a large beard. He was looking at her menacingly.
"Giving owls to good people?" said Ginny meekly.
The cop frowned. "Well we can't have that, home bred owls need to go through quarantine before they can be distributed to other households."
Quarantine? What was he talking about? "Sir, I'm pretty sure my owls are healthy." Said Ginny. With that, one owl abruptly sneezed. Then all of then started sneezing.
The cop frowned again.
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She took her owls home. The cop wouldn't take her owls to be quarantined; she needed to get them to a quarantine stations herself. Only problem was Quarantine stations were really rare nowadays, people don't breed their own owls anymore. Especially not in amounts that could be distributed commercially.
Ginny looked at her owls. There seemed to be 70 of them. Ginny blinked. Then squinted to have a better look. No, it wasn't possible. How could she have so many owls? What on earth was happening?
She ran out of her room. She ran out of the house. She ran down the street. She ran and ran and ran. Screaming the whole way.
III
When she woke up the next day, she was surrounded by what looked like 50 owls. That's odd, she thought, I'm sure I didn't bring home more than 30 owls. She rubbed her eyes, but it was clear as day, there were twice as many owls as there were yesterday.
So what had happened? Had the owls bred overnight? But that wasn't possible, owls didn't breed that fast. Perhaps her room attracted owls? But all her windows and doors were closed. What on earth was happening?
She decided to take them all back to the post office at once.
~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~
"Sorry Ma'am, we can only take back the owls we lent you, you'll have to keep the rest."
Ginny felt really miserable. 22 bloody owls to look after, they were in enough financial trouble already. What would mum think? Or Ron? Boy, Ron'll be so happy. Pigwidgeon busy 24/7. Ron would probably kill himself. God knows how much he loves that bird.
She couldn't let that happen. She'd already hurt him enough. She'll just hand them out to people on the street.
~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~
"Here miss, would you like and owl? How about you sir? You'd like one little girl? Oi, how about – "
"Here, what do you think your doing Missy?"
Ginny looked up. It was a really tall cop with a large beard. He was looking at her menacingly.
"Giving owls to good people?" said Ginny meekly.
The cop frowned. "Well we can't have that, home bred owls need to go through quarantine before they can be distributed to other households."
Quarantine? What was he talking about? "Sir, I'm pretty sure my owls are healthy." Said Ginny. With that, one owl abruptly sneezed. Then all of then started sneezing.
The cop frowned again.
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She took her owls home. The cop wouldn't take her owls to be quarantined; she needed to get them to a quarantine stations herself. Only problem was Quarantine stations were really rare nowadays, people don't breed their own owls anymore. Especially not in amounts that could be distributed commercially.
Ginny looked at her owls. There seemed to be 70 of them. Ginny blinked. Then squinted to have a better look. No, it wasn't possible. How could she have so many owls? What on earth was happening?
She ran out of her room. She ran out of the house. She ran down the street. She ran and ran and ran. Screaming the whole way.
