A.N. — I know I've been tackling some relatively lacklustre characters (not you, Firenze...) since the Neville/Harry/Hedwig triumvirate, but I seem to have lost all my (few) faithful reviewers. Tomorrow, y'all will get rewarded with another big name. Today is one of the owls I alluded to earlier, though I'm guessing his avian nature kept him out of the tags.
222. Errol
Sometimes, Errol wished for a quieter roost.
His family was large and boisterous, and he was getting on in years. It wasn't that he did not care for them as much anymore, because he still was theirs through and through. But Errol knew it in his bones, that his days of being able to physically fulfill his tasks were growing short. And his enthusiasm for the work waned, too. Errol wanted to spend a restive retirement with his humans. But duty and loyalty dictated otherwise.
Recognizing his shortcomings was the only reason Errol tolerated Hermes and Pigwidgeon at the Burrow.