AN: In accordance with the previous chapter, here is chapter eight!
Again, I'm sorry. Unless I'm wrong, and I am never wrong, Saturday's update (in three days) will be on Saturday.
Disclaimer still applies.
Fakir opened his eyes, faltering as he realized that Ahiru had disappeared… And so had the letter. Where did she go? Did she take the letter? He floundered, looking around frantically until he saw the speck of yellow rushing into town.
"Ahiru!" he shouted, sprinting after his wayward friend. "What are you doing?"
He soon caught up to the small bird, and she looked particularly unimpressed as he scolded her for running off without him. The writer picked Ahiru up, settling her on his shoulder, and placed the precious letter in his pocket. She quacked in his ear, gesturing at his house and mimicked writing a letter and wrapping it to her leg (as best she possibly could with her wingtips).
"You want me to write a reply?" he translated tentatively. She nodded.
"I'll get us both into Hogwarts," he promised, excitement bubbling within him. "Let's go change our destiny."
AN: See you next update!
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