I want reviews very badly! I don't know why but I do. I know the first chapter is short but I wrote myself into a corner. I don't think even J. K. could get from owl sex to another topic that quickly. I'm still not sure what I'm doing yet but by the looks of it you don't have to know HTML to post. Enjoy and I like you just for reading but I'd love you if you review. Plus if anyone has any info on the mating of owls I'd love to know it. I'm adding to this a little bit.
I just talked to Violet. She is mean. She has just told me that everyone knows when owls mate. I think she doesn't know and just wants to make it seem like she does. Now I don't have any one to talk to. I hate those first years they constantly need instructions on how to get around the castle. One of them just asked where the great hall is. How can they not know that it's like they haven't eaten since September? I have to go to one of the portrait meetings today. They are very pointless. The slytherin portrait doesn't even talk. It is a bloody mess. It lost its head. I mean it literally lost it. So somewhere in a painting in Egypt there is a head having a one sided conversation. He also can't tell where he is going. Like I said before he lost his head.
I'm back from the meeting at least it ended early. He kept running into people like crazy. Maybe something was attacking the picture he left his head in. Violet is still refusing to tell me when owls mate. And I am still refusing to let her sit in my portrait. She has to stand in hers. She'll have to find someone else to share a seat with.
That Granger girl is back after another late night in the library. She needs to watch where see is going more often slammed right into my portrait. I don't know why I volunteered for this job. I wish the only opening wasn't down in the dungeons. Even though they never clean the portraits here but could you imagine being in the dungeons with all those spiders. Here come the Weasley twins they must have been up to something or had a detention.
*It is cold and dusty and very dark. I can barley see a few feet in front of my face. Oh my, are those rats? One of them are on my portrait. Ouch. It has sharp claws. Ow! I'm in the dudgeons. Violet! I would be happy to see the Weasley twins now.*
Well not that happy. I must have dozed of and they started to poke me.
"I'm going back to bed now if you two don't mind.
"Of course we don't mind."
Ahhhhhhhhhh! Now I have piece and quiet. Oh not another one. Here comes the girl of the family must have been sitting in Flitwik's classroom crying again. I don't think I'll make her say the password. She doesn't have long until everyone wakes up. She needs to clean her face her eyes are all puffy.
Here comes yet another person. Can't a portrait get any sleep?