Yeh...sorry about the last chapter. Oh how twisted I'm going to make poor Hedwig's life today...
"Hi Heddy." said Mordred.
"Hey Mortster Monster."
"How was the whole delivery thing?"
"It was majorly cool! Everyone was looking at me! I feel so proud! But...err...your Draco dude...he didn't seem so happy about it."
"Ignore him. He's greasy. And Harry?"
"Absolutely elated. And carrot head - and bush head - and - well actually the entire table..."
"Glad it went well."
"Thanks Mort."
"Look, Heddy-Wiggy, baby, I need to talk to..."
He never got to finish his sentance - for at that moment a cry went up through the owls around us. Looking around for what had caused the disturbance - I saw an owl I had never seen before, flying around the owlery. I fly every day - as does every owl - but this was flying as I had never seen before! He was so intune with every fluid movement as he weaved in and out of the owls and rafters. He was a large, strong owl, with the most amazing eyes and sharp features. He was absolutely gorgeous in every ense - and I felt my heart flutter.
Mordred, disgruntled at being interupted, muttered, "Showoff," quietly to himself - but seeing I had taken no notice of him, and wasn't about to, he flew off, to perch sulkily on the very topmost rafter.
I hardly noticed him say goodbye. My eyes were on wonderboy, following his liquid movements - for a second, our eyes met, and in mid flight, he changed course completely to come at a halt next to me.
"Greetings, lady" he smiled, bowing his head.
"Greetings."
"What is your name?" he asked, and I answered, thrilled that we were not simply going through the ancient greetings.
"The one my master gave me was Hedwig, but before he did, I was called Gwenhyfar."
"Gwenhyfar is a beautiful name. Mine is Palomides."
"How come I've never seen you before?"
"My mistress is new here only last week. We have slowly beeen travelling North, and we arrived to late to fit in with the beginning of term - but she was accepted anyway."
"Wow! Where do you come from?"
"We came here from Brazil."
"Really? That's exotic."
"Yes. Nothing like Britain. Goodbye for now beautiful Gwenhyfar." and with that he took off again, and flew away like a dancing river.
I swear he had stolen my heart on the spot!
But what about Mordred?
Yeh, I do have an ever so slight obssession with the Athur names.