A School Owl
November 24, 2008 5:09 PM
Growler for Anne Wright by A School Owl
The bird, already tired of its charge, dropped into the Aladren Common room after twenty minutes of sweeping past the only owl-entrance panel- a panel the head of Aladren, his current customer, had forgotten to leave open. Thankfully a passing student had noticed the owl's plight and supplied the easy solution.The envelope in its grip wriggled impatiently, and once the owl had spotted his final destination, he released the grotty thing with a deep relish. The envelope, an unfriendly brown in color and brittle to the touch, began its message half way down.
"Anne Wright," the Growler growled. "Be sure to tell Geoffrey Layne of his position as Assistant Captain to the Aladren Quidditch team. Be prompt about it, if you would. I'll be in my offices after final bells; only interrupt if absolutely necessary. Thank you."
The last words, as curt as they were guttural, sounded so very much like Professor Flatt's normal tones that there could be no confusion regarding the sender's identity. The owl paused in his preening to roll his avian eyes. So typical of a growler sender, really.
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November 26, 2008 1:34 PM
Here we go again... by Anne Wright
Over the summer, Anne had started reading plays. She could finish one in, if it was very interesting and not all that long, half a day, and it amused her to be able to "hear" a line the way she thought it would sound instead of how the text said it did. She was so absorbed in a small copy of a comedy of manners that she didn't notice the owl until she heard her name; if not for that, the letter might not have left the floor until she finished reading and had to start worrying about RATS and recruitment again.She stared blankly at the brown envelope after it finished, not quite sure she'd heard it right or that it would be any benefit to her if she had. It had never occurred to her, in her thoughts on the team, that Ben would be replaced. There was no practical reason for him to be her assistant when he was in her year, but everyone had known that when he'd been appointed in the first place. Even odder, though, was that, if she'd heard right, he had been replaced with Geoff.
It would never be her who told him, but Geoff...wasn't that well suited for leadership. In fact, if she'd had to name a single person worse-equipped to run her team than herself - a tall order by anyone's standards, if her victory rate was anything to go by - it would have been a close race between him and Paul, who she supposed would be his assistant after she was gone. To make matters worse, Geoff had insisted his fifth-year return was a one-time deal, that it had been his special favor for her.
Well, she'd been trying to come up with ways to coax Geoff back onto the team, anyway. Recruitment was lousy, and she was not prepared to sit out her seventh year because she'd lost two players and belonged to an unathletic House. This made it so she didn't have to make it up to him, and she'd at least be able to know her assistant wasn't going to try to push her off her chair before the school did. The thing could have been much worse.
Picking the envelope up off the floor - she didn't like to leave a mess in the common room - and folding over the top corner of her page to mark her place, she left the commons to go look for Geoffrey.
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