Neville hardly touched his breakfast. He had lost his appetite for he had a big ostrich named Nestor looming over him.
"Umm... He's cute... I guess," Ginny said, trying to be nice.
"Yes, he's very cute," Neville said impatiently, "but where the hell am I going to put him? Huh?"
"Err... Good point... Your dorm maybe?," Ginny said, "By the way, how is he going to deliver the post? Ostriches don't fly!"
Nestor gunted.
"Be damned if I know," Neville muttered.
Just then he heard a shriek. Nestor was pecking at Hermione's plate, and she was trying to bat him away with a rolled up Daily Propher but failing.
"Nestor!" Neville yelled, rushing towards him, "Bad ostrich! You do not peck at other people's dishes! In fact, don't peck at my dish ether!"
Nestor looked crestfallen, and he cooed in apology.
"I guess I ought to take you to my dorm..." Neville sighed, leading Nestor out of the Great Hall. He was glad to get away from everybody's stares.
Nestor kicked in a random direction and fluttered his wings.
"Just don't kick me. Or anybody else for that matter," said Neville, "But you have my permission to kick Sanpe," he added.
Nestor plumed his feathers.
"Well, here's the dorm... Don't make a mess now!"
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Neville returned to the dorm during lunch to check on Nestor.
"Oh my-NESTOR!!!" Neville sputtered, "YOU BAD, BAD OSTRICH!!!"
The room looked as though it had been looted and pillaged by pirates. The curtains were torn down, the trunks were broken into, and heaps of clothes lay all over the floor. The dressers were splintered, the posters were shredded, chocolate frogs were hopping about, and there was a huge pile of crap in the middle of Harry's bed.
"Salos!" Neville said, flicking his wand. The room did not clean itself up. Nestor just squawked at him angrily.
"Salos!!" He said again.
Nothing.
"Salos!" said a girls voice. Everything in the room was swept up by a whirlwind and was put back in it's proper place. The dung was gone, as well as the smell.
"Lavender, what are you doing here?" Neville asked, very surprised to see her in the boy's dorm.
"I heard you yelling at Nestor," she replied, walking up to the bird. He let out a welcoming chirp.
"Well, did you see what he did to my room?" Neville stammered, pointing at Nestor.
"Yes, I did," Lavender said, stroking the top of Nestor's head, "And you know what? I would have done the same thing if you locked me in this dorm for five hours!"
Nestor screeched in agreement.
"Umm... He's cute... I guess," Ginny said, trying to be nice.
"Yes, he's very cute," Neville said impatiently, "but where the hell am I going to put him? Huh?"
"Err... Good point... Your dorm maybe?," Ginny said, "By the way, how is he going to deliver the post? Ostriches don't fly!"
Nestor gunted.
"Be damned if I know," Neville muttered.
Just then he heard a shriek. Nestor was pecking at Hermione's plate, and she was trying to bat him away with a rolled up Daily Propher but failing.
"Nestor!" Neville yelled, rushing towards him, "Bad ostrich! You do not peck at other people's dishes! In fact, don't peck at my dish ether!"
Nestor looked crestfallen, and he cooed in apology.
"I guess I ought to take you to my dorm..." Neville sighed, leading Nestor out of the Great Hall. He was glad to get away from everybody's stares.
Nestor kicked in a random direction and fluttered his wings.
"Just don't kick me. Or anybody else for that matter," said Neville, "But you have my permission to kick Sanpe," he added.
Nestor plumed his feathers.
"Well, here's the dorm... Don't make a mess now!"
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Neville returned to the dorm during lunch to check on Nestor.
"Oh my-NESTOR!!!" Neville sputtered, "YOU BAD, BAD OSTRICH!!!"
The room looked as though it had been looted and pillaged by pirates. The curtains were torn down, the trunks were broken into, and heaps of clothes lay all over the floor. The dressers were splintered, the posters were shredded, chocolate frogs were hopping about, and there was a huge pile of crap in the middle of Harry's bed.
"Salos!" Neville said, flicking his wand. The room did not clean itself up. Nestor just squawked at him angrily.
"Salos!!" He said again.
Nothing.
"Salos!" said a girls voice. Everything in the room was swept up by a whirlwind and was put back in it's proper place. The dung was gone, as well as the smell.
"Lavender, what are you doing here?" Neville asked, very surprised to see her in the boy's dorm.
"I heard you yelling at Nestor," she replied, walking up to the bird. He let out a welcoming chirp.
"Well, did you see what he did to my room?" Neville stammered, pointing at Nestor.
"Yes, I did," Lavender said, stroking the top of Nestor's head, "And you know what? I would have done the same thing if you locked me in this dorm for five hours!"
Nestor screeched in agreement.