She had decided that someone was just playing a good trick on her
when she saw something go by outside the sliding glass door in front of
her. She stood up and walked to the window and just as she approached a
large package dropped to the deck and a large owl landed on the railing.
She stared transfixed, trying to decide if she was hallucinating as the owl
stared right back at her. She slowly unlatched the door and slid it opened
all the while keeping a wary eye on the owl. It didn't move it just stared
at her as she stepped slowly out the door and onto the deck. She looked
down at the package at her feet then back up at the placid owl. In an
instant she made a decision, she turned and stepped back inside picking up
a piece of paper and pen and quickly scrawled a short note.
Headmaster,
I no more believe in witches and wizards than I believe in werewolves and goblins, they are only made up stories for children's enjoyment. Sorry to disappoint, it was quite an elaborate joke and I quite enjoyed it.
Thank you, Leigh Intinn
She quickly folded the piece of paper and stepped back outside where the owl waited patiently. 'No don't be silly owls aren't patient, owls just are', she thought quickly. She slowly approached the owl, expecting it to take flight at any moment.
"Mind if I send a return letter?" she said sarcastically. The owl immediately stuck out its leg as if expecting the letter, her mouth dropped open, she didn't know much about owls but this did not seem to be normal behavior. 'It must be a well trained carrier owl', she surmised quickly. There was a bit of string around the owl's leg so she lightly tied the letter to it then stepped back.
"There you go my friend, take that letter back to that crazy who sent you." She said before thinking 'I am talking to an owl, I'm as loony as he is'. She turned to walk back inside but noticed the package on the deck again. The owl still stood behind her on the railing as if waiting for her to pick up the package. She squatted down and looked the package over; it was rectangular and looked quite heavy. 'It look's, she thought, 'like two large books'.
She reached out and touched the package lightly; she ran her hand along the edge and closed her eyes. The darkness behind her eyelids became lighter as she began to see a large office with many strange gadgets on tables and portraits of sleeping men and women on the walls. A man with a long silvery beard and hair sat behind the large desk. He wore long midnight blue robes with moons and stars scattered on them and a tall pointy hat to match on his head. He was writing with what appeared to be a quill, over his shoulder she could see a beautiful crimson bird on a perch. Then as suddenly as it had come, the image was gone.
'That was unusual', she thought, 'it was as if someone was picking and choosing what I would see'. She was confused, which was not something that usually happened to her. She had seen him writing a letter but the picture just didn't fit. He had looked just like Merlin in the Arthurian Legends she had read, and he had been writing with a quill. And the office itself had been magnificent, with all of the gadgets whirring and spinning, what were they? Then there was that bird, with its beautiful crimson red feathers and the smattering of golden looking feathers it had been positively majestic, she had never seen anything like it before.
How could someone make her see that, there was no way it could be faked, the sender had to be the Merlin looking guy with the fabulous bird and circular room full of sleeping portraits and whirring contraptions. To her knowledge her sight had never been tricked, nor could it be tricked, she saw the history of the objects she touched and this had to be its history, there was no other way.
She realized suddenly that she was still squatting on her deck and that the owl was still behind her. She picked the package up quickly and stepped inside, as she turned to close the door she saw the owl spread its large wings and take flight silently.
She quickly set the package on the table and took a seat in front of it; she took a sip of the tea and leaned forward to see the address. Again it was addressed to Leigh Intinn Knightly in bright green ink. She turned the package over, feeling its weight and tore it open where it was taped revealing two large books as she had guessed. She picked up the first and turned it over, it was a beautiful leather bound book with gold embossed lettering that read Hogwarts, A History. She laid this book on the table and picked up the other book which was just as beautifully made with the title A History of Magic embossed in silver.
She stood thoroughly confused by the evening's strange events. Her life was relatively normal, aside from a few concealed differences between herself and the general population, things like this didn't happen to her. She was pacing the kitchen now trying to figure out if this could be true or if not who could be trying to play tricks on her. 'This will at least make the first few days of summer interesting,' she thought as she looked back at the books.
She strode over to the table and picked up the one about the school, she would start with this one, if it was a real school she might find something she recognized in reading this book. She picked up her glass of tea and headed to the couch where she curled up and began reading.
Headmaster,
I no more believe in witches and wizards than I believe in werewolves and goblins, they are only made up stories for children's enjoyment. Sorry to disappoint, it was quite an elaborate joke and I quite enjoyed it.
Thank you, Leigh Intinn
She quickly folded the piece of paper and stepped back outside where the owl waited patiently. 'No don't be silly owls aren't patient, owls just are', she thought quickly. She slowly approached the owl, expecting it to take flight at any moment.
"Mind if I send a return letter?" she said sarcastically. The owl immediately stuck out its leg as if expecting the letter, her mouth dropped open, she didn't know much about owls but this did not seem to be normal behavior. 'It must be a well trained carrier owl', she surmised quickly. There was a bit of string around the owl's leg so she lightly tied the letter to it then stepped back.
"There you go my friend, take that letter back to that crazy who sent you." She said before thinking 'I am talking to an owl, I'm as loony as he is'. She turned to walk back inside but noticed the package on the deck again. The owl still stood behind her on the railing as if waiting for her to pick up the package. She squatted down and looked the package over; it was rectangular and looked quite heavy. 'It look's, she thought, 'like two large books'.
She reached out and touched the package lightly; she ran her hand along the edge and closed her eyes. The darkness behind her eyelids became lighter as she began to see a large office with many strange gadgets on tables and portraits of sleeping men and women on the walls. A man with a long silvery beard and hair sat behind the large desk. He wore long midnight blue robes with moons and stars scattered on them and a tall pointy hat to match on his head. He was writing with what appeared to be a quill, over his shoulder she could see a beautiful crimson bird on a perch. Then as suddenly as it had come, the image was gone.
'That was unusual', she thought, 'it was as if someone was picking and choosing what I would see'. She was confused, which was not something that usually happened to her. She had seen him writing a letter but the picture just didn't fit. He had looked just like Merlin in the Arthurian Legends she had read, and he had been writing with a quill. And the office itself had been magnificent, with all of the gadgets whirring and spinning, what were they? Then there was that bird, with its beautiful crimson red feathers and the smattering of golden looking feathers it had been positively majestic, she had never seen anything like it before.
How could someone make her see that, there was no way it could be faked, the sender had to be the Merlin looking guy with the fabulous bird and circular room full of sleeping portraits and whirring contraptions. To her knowledge her sight had never been tricked, nor could it be tricked, she saw the history of the objects she touched and this had to be its history, there was no other way.
She realized suddenly that she was still squatting on her deck and that the owl was still behind her. She picked the package up quickly and stepped inside, as she turned to close the door she saw the owl spread its large wings and take flight silently.
She quickly set the package on the table and took a seat in front of it; she took a sip of the tea and leaned forward to see the address. Again it was addressed to Leigh Intinn Knightly in bright green ink. She turned the package over, feeling its weight and tore it open where it was taped revealing two large books as she had guessed. She picked up the first and turned it over, it was a beautiful leather bound book with gold embossed lettering that read Hogwarts, A History. She laid this book on the table and picked up the other book which was just as beautifully made with the title A History of Magic embossed in silver.
She stood thoroughly confused by the evening's strange events. Her life was relatively normal, aside from a few concealed differences between herself and the general population, things like this didn't happen to her. She was pacing the kitchen now trying to figure out if this could be true or if not who could be trying to play tricks on her. 'This will at least make the first few days of summer interesting,' she thought as she looked back at the books.
She strode over to the table and picked up the one about the school, she would start with this one, if it was a real school she might find something she recognized in reading this book. She picked up her glass of tea and headed to the couch where she curled up and began reading.