Little Less Conversation [ Charlotte ]

[brendan]

Brendan Slater was at the Owlery. And this time, he had actually a letter he could send, unlike the last time. He had always wanted to come to the Owlery - in all truth, he hadn't been here before, actually. He had heard of this place, no doubt, but he hadn't actually been here. Well, he had wanted to come. But to come here, one must have a purpose right? And usually, the purpose for coming here was to send a letter. At that time, Brendan didn't actually have a letter he could use to explain his presence here. So he hadn't come here at all, in his previous terms here.

This time though, it was different. After much thought, and hard work, he had finally produced something worth being proud of. A letter. Well, a letter detailing his fall break and whatever more important news to his mother. There, finally a reason for him to visit the Owlery. Pulling on his dark purple sweatshirt, a sort of resemblance to his house colors, he left the Common Room, and headed for his destination.

It sufficed to say that the place, in simple words, stunk. Well, you would expect that, after all, in a place where owls reigned and droppings littered the place. No one ever cleaned here, he supposed. After all, weren't House Elves basically bound to the castle? So they wouldn't come to clear this place. Pinching his nose as he raised his wand, he muttered a 'Scourgify' at the ground, clearing at least some of the mess, and relieving some of the smell.

A smile gracing his face, he released the hand that had been holding his nose, and reached in his pocket for the letter. Now, just to find the right owl to deliver it. His eyes darting around the place, he wondered which was the right type to send a letter with. After all, this was probably his first time sending a letter. How embarrassing. Third Year already and yet to send a letter via an owl. Tsk. Shaking his head, he continued to scrutinise the rest of the owls, and scratched his head.

Which one to choose?

[lottie]

The Owlery was one place that Charlotte had on her list of places to visit. She had lots of places that she had yet to visit. So far, she'd only been to her classes, the common room, the Quality Quarters, the Courtyard Maze, and that was it. There were loads of other places to go, but she wanted to pace herself so she wouldn't get bored of the school too soon.

But anyways! She wanted to go to the Owlery for a specific reason. That being that she had a letter to mail back home. Inside the big envelope was a letter for her parents, as well as a letter for her friends. She'd written them last night, because she was kind of homesick. She missed her mum and dad, and especially her friends. They were the only people in Brighton that really accepted her. Every day when she went to her crummy private school and got teased, she could hang out with her friends after school and they'd make her feel better. Here, she didn't have them anymore. She was just by herself.

Not even Holland was around much. Charlotte hadn't seen him since the train ride here. That wasn't very helpful, because she really needed to be cheered up and stuff. She was quite a fragile little girl. And she really was little, the short skinny kid that she was.

Anyways, her envelope was clutched tightly in her hands. She didn't want to drop it, even though there was no harm in dropping it. But what if a strong wind blew through and her envelope flew away? That would be no good. So she clutched the thing. Walking through the hallways in a pair of black, cuffed skinny jeans, bold red flats, and a long UFFIE t-shirt [that was quite form-fitting], she tried to find the Owlery. Random jewelry hung from her neck and wrists, and she had her lipring in for her upper left lip. Also had on some earrings, which were big red hearts. Her bright red and black hair was tied to the side of her head in a ponytail, loose strands all over the place as well as her bangs.

After a bit of thinking she'd never find the Owlery, she came across a tower and ventured on up. Once she reached the top, she wrinkled her nose a bit at the smell and the sight of the place. It was pretty gross. But, it wasn't as bad as some other things she'd seen and smelt. Up there was a boy looking at a bunch of owls. He looked kind of familiar from behind, but she really couldn't tell without seeing his face.

Blinking her bright green eyes at his back, she held tight onto her envelope and said, "Hullo?"

[brendan]

He gave a stretch of arms, doing what people normally called 'warm-ups'. He was doing it because his body felt stiff, and in the confined space of the Owlery, save the high ceiling, there was a need to stretch, and feel more relaxed. He wasn't an athlete, no ma'am, but for his height, people did recommend he should play basketball. Which at this point, Brendan would say 'tush'. I mean, come on, look at that guy from China's height, the Yao Ming one. He was so tall, Brendan looked like a branch next to a tree. Figuratively speaking.

Looking at the letter in his hand, deftly made such that it was rolled up and easily being able to attach to any owl, he ran a hand through his hair, before tapping a long finger on his lips. Which owl would he choose? Well, he did have some conditions after all. Like, one, the owl should be able to make it all the way to New York. With the pollution in that place, it was kind of worrying for the owl. Would it be able to take it? A sigh that escaped his lips, as he looked at the whole selection.

It was hard, thinking.

Pulling at the ends of his hair, he fingered the bracelet he was wearing. A black one, more commonly associated with emos. He just liked it, sorry, and if anything, Brendan James Slater was no emo. He was a rather happy person, nontheless. Perhaps that's why he was in Mihael. A house that actually had something like a Unicorn representing it, and it was a rather happy house overall. Don't you agree?

As Brendan was still in thought about the owls, he clearely didn't notice the foosteps coming up from the stairway to the Owlery. And neither did he, despite his usually sharp sense, notice the newcomer. At least, till she spoke. Her greeting cause the sixteen-year-old to jump, as his brown eyes immediately went to locate the source of the voice. What he was met with, was a girl who looked much younger than him. Shorter, definitely.

Had she been the one to say hello?

Brendan almost smacked himself in the head. Uh-duh, lest a ghost said it. Giving a nod in reply, he answered, 'Hello.' There, formal greetings were over and done with. As he stared at her, observing her from top to toe, he immediately caught sight of the, rather large, enevelope in her hands. Which caused him to grin, the corners of his lips turning into a wide smile. 'Delivering a letter?'

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