Post by blackkat13 on Nov 28, 2007 22:38:38 GMT -5
I had climbed up to the top of one of the lowest towers in the castle to go visit someone very important to me. And here I was, entering the owlery where student and school owls were kept for the student terms. I sniffed, smelling the slight musty smell of owl not an overpowering stench, but there all the same. Beside me a small sooty owl began to raised a racet in it's enclosure. Shrieking in delight at the sight of some leftover food form the great hall clasped in my hands. I grinned, opening the cage to let the little owl climb up onto my arm. Which he did with great dignity and poise- until he got his talon suck on my sleeve and nearly fell over squaking at me in protest.
"Hullo Synge." I said as he helped himself to the little chunks of food that I held out to him in my hand, "So how's my little man doing up here in the owlery? The other birds being nice to you?"
I smiled again as the owl seemed to look at me with a raised eyebrow as if to say 'you really think that I wouldn't be able to handle myself?' But of course he didn't say anything and just went on eating up the crumbs of what I had brought him. Sometimes I half expected him to just start talking, he was just so human-like. One time I had fantasised him being an animagus who was stuck as being an owl until someone could unlock him from his sleep, but I had long ago given up on that aspect. Synge was just a tiny owl with a big attitude, nothing more. Even though I loved him just the same even though he didn't bring adventure to me. I had plenty in this castle and if I didn't seem to get enough I could always go to the grounds and explore, that was always fun.
Synge clawed his way up my arm to rest on my shoulder, puffing out his little chest regally. I couldn't help but burst out laughing at the sight of it. He clung to my sweatshirt, shrieking angrily at me when I shifted from the cause of my sudden laugh attack. He pecked my lightly on the ear, punishing me for my supposed impudence. I resisted the once again sudden urge to laugh as another. more depressing, thought occured to me.
"Oh Synge. . . What do you think Mom's doing right now?" I asked the owl that was still perched on my shoulder, the saddness showing in my voice. I was in fact a little homesick. I didn't have anyone else to miss except my mom. Sad though the fact was, I never really had any friends in the muggle town I used to live in. I spent most of my time either helping my mom out or I had run off somewhere into the wilderness to explore. But now I had a few friends I supposed. More than I had before. Which would be. . . oh yeah, however many I had to none- zip- nil- nada- none what-so-ever. Not like I was complaining, between classes, homework, and just plain exploring the castle, I didn't have much time to think about that.
BUt thinking of the want of friends leads to thinking of the want of more-than-just-a-friend and I didn't want to even go there in my mind. Synge nussled his little head against my cheek, what a smart lil' guy. Knew when I was sad immediately. How awesome it was to get such a great friend in such a small package? I gathered him up in my hands, he was bigger than both of my hands put together, but I still called him little and small. He was my baby of course I calle dhim lil' an' smallish. I smiled at him as he looked at me with his liquid dark brown eyes.
"I'm alright Synge, see? S'all good." I knew I was lying and for some of reason I guessed that Synge knew too. Which of course he didn't he was just an owl, a smart and all too human owl, but an owl none the less. I couldn't believe I was talking to an owl, but Synge was different, he was MY owl and therefore he was worthy of looking crazy for. Which I wasn't crazy- not even a little bit. At least. . . not in the rock-in-the-corner-in-a-straight-jacket-foaming-at-the-mouth kind of way, more like the not-think-about-anything-before-I-do-it kind of crazy. Like get lost in the courtyard maze, done that quite a few times, and, more recently, get myself hopelessly lost in the dungeons. Okay so maybe I was a little crazy, obviously those weren't thought through or anything like that, but who thinks things through anymore? Not me.