This little piece of fluff should in no way be considered a challenge to the ownership of the characters or intellectual property of J.K. Rowling. I own nothing. Send not thy Lawyers to bedevil me... Please...
Honey-Bee : I really should have named this something else...shouldn't I...
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The door shut behind the huge man, leaving the Headmaster alone in his office. Dumbledore lifted his wand off the desk in front of him and tapped himself on the nose.
Brilliant sparkles shone from his eyes, as the glamour that had been suppressing them slid away. A smile, full of self-satisfaction, spread across Dumbledore's face.
"I wonder if he would have been as willing if I had just asked," the Headmaster mused to himself.
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Hagrid was feeling a little frustrated. How to phrase this right? He scrunched up yet another sheet of parchment. With a quick flip, it sailed off through the air to join its dozen or so predecessors.
Fang looked up at his master briefly as the ball of parchment bounced off his head.
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Many hours passed before a large shadow skulked across the grounds. The entrance to the Owlery opened briefly, the hulking shadowy form disappeared within.
Hagrid scanned the roosts, searching for just the right owl. "Ah there yeh are, girl." He reached up for one of the long-distance owls, and attached a letter to her leg. "Now don't yeh go talkin' to any strangers on yer way."
The large man smiled, gave the owl a treat from one of his voluminous pockets, and released her.
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Many hours and half a world away, an exhausted owl rested on the sill of a rather large open window, it's message delivered, assiduously avoiding even the idea of flying all the way back to England.