Oh dear. I just read the last chapter. It really does suck.
I woke up...again, with a serious feeling of deja vu. Everything was rushing through my head like a confused dream. Flashing through my mind in quick succesion, I saw....a midget in glasses, a great red engine, a varnished wooden trunk, four stone walls, thousands upon thousand of owls, a stiff old bird, and two, dreamy, dark eyes....
I swear I almost jumped out of my feathers as I turned my head and found those eyes watching me, searching me.
"Err...Hello..."
"Hello madmoiselle. How goes it?"
"It goes well, thank you sir - how goes it with you?"
"All well, thank you kindly."
This was standard owl talk - it was like a ritual. I would have said it to my enemy before knocking him out of the sky! But - just maybe, maybe, he would talk some more...
He did!!
"Did you enjoy the journey up?" he asked
"Oh - it was nothing out of the ordinary - but it was fine."
"Was it your first hourney up?"
"Yes - it was, my....for lack of a better word....master, is a first year."
"Really! Mine is also! What's yours called?"
"Harry. He's well meaning, but a lumbering doofus - he can't gender names for a start! What's your masters name?"
"Draco. He is vaguely reminisint of a boogey."
I giggled. Honestly - owls can giggle - it just takes a little bit of effort.
We moaned about insolent prats (commonly known as masters) for quite a while. He is so witty!
"Sorry - I forgot to ask, what's your name?" said I to the gorgeous one.
"My name is Mordred. I won't let Draco name me. He sat there for about a million hours until he got through to my actual name."
"You're better than I am. My prat of a master called me Hedwig!"
Can you guess what Mordred did then? Guess. He burst into fits of laughter. Mental note. Kill Harry at closest possible moment in time for making me laughing stock. I quite frankly refuse to deliver ANYTHING for him.
"Jees. It wasn't my fault." I said, trying to bring him back to normal owl conversation level. It was close on useless - he was panting from laughing so hard.
"I'm sure it wasn't - but Hedwig!" he burst out laughing. Again. So I hit him. It helped loads.
"Alright, I'm sorry Dwiggy." He said almost completely sincerly. Almost.
He never asked me what my name was before Harry called me that abonimable excuse for a name - so Dwiggy stuck, so did Heddy, but that's almost worst than Hedwig.
I still can't say hello to anyone while Morty is there - because he'll crack up and tell them what my name is.
Must kill Harry soon.