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[Alexander Sowerby]

It was grey Thursday afternoon that Alexander had decided to go and write a letter to his sister and his cousin. Deciding to walk off dinner by going up to the Owlery, Alexander passed the corridors without seeing anyone else. Most students were busy using this time doing homework or revising. He didn't think he was likely to meet anyone. Not that he was doing anything in secret anyway.

Kind of glad in a way he thought as he climbed the last stairs of the steep staircase leading to the Owlery, that I was likely to be alone here. He reached the door, grabbing onto the handle he opened it but even though the door handle twisted. The door didn't budge. Unsure of the reason why, Alexander pushed the door. It didn't move. Taking his wand out he pointed it at the key hole and said "Alohamora". Once again the door didn't budge. Using a last resort and a last chance before he went off seeing if he could find the caretaker, Alexander took a bit of a step behind and ran into the door with his might.

BOOM. The crash of the door reverbrated across the tower. He slid across the aviary floor, strewn with straw, bones and faeces. Stopping himself before one of the big windows, he steadied himself as he looked around the room, not noticing at first someone familiar writing a letter and attaching it to an owl.

Alexander walked up to his Barn Owl. "Hello Pickle" he said casually stroking the Owl's tuft's on her large ears. The Owl enjoyed the caress as she hooted happily at the sight of him. Just than he heard a small noise, turning around he noticed the person lurking behind him.

[Emmanuelle Armand]

Chère mère et son père,

Tout va bien ici à Poudlard. J'ai été jusqu'à garder mes notes et se former à tout momentopportun.

Je n'ai pas eu des ennuis, donc ne vous inquiétez pas -

Em stopped writing and considered telling her parents about having points deducted for misbehaving in class, or her recent venture into the forest.

"What do you think, Astrid?" she said thoughtfully to her snowy white owl, who was looking at her with wide eyes, ready to fly.

Deciding against telling them of the trouble she'd been in, she dipped her quill once more. She had barely written one word when she heard a small disturbance at the door of the owlery, then a huge crash as Alexander busted the door open and slid across the floor.

"Do ze English not knock?" she asked, standing up to face him. She almost broke out in fits of laughter at the sight of him, knowing he obviously didn't think anyone had seen his little accident.

Edited by Emmanuelle Armand, 12 September 2011 - 04:06 PM.

[Meghan Morris]

With a letter clasped tightly in her right hand and her wand in her left, Meghan hurried up the stair to the Owlery. Why on earth was the door laying in pieces? Seeing Alexander's  Meghan stifled a chuckle at the sight of Alexander's mussed hair. She had never seen him in such a state! It  was adorable in a boyish way rather than the proper way he usually wore. It suited him quite well.

Meghan had to fight the scowl threatening to make its appearance on her face. Of course Emmy had to  be here. Whenever Emmy was around Meghan seemed to make a fool of herself in front of Alexander. The French girl just brought out the worst in her, much like Luka. Mind you, Luka was only teasing and was not truly trying to hurt Meghan's feeling. Or so she hoped. No, she didn't hope why would she care what that git thought!?


Hearing the French girl's sickly sweet laughter Meghan felt the urge to puke. Of course she did no such thing and did not show it upon her face for fear Alexander would think she was disgusting. Making herself known Meghan said "Hello, nice to see you two. I suppose you are also sending letters." Of course they were sending letters you dimwit! Why else would they be up here? Unless they are a couple? Then again who would like to snog in an Owlery filled with owl feces?


This could prove to be a grand chance for her to formally meet Alexander! Perhaps then he would see she was not such a dunce as Emmy made her out to be. A smile lit her face as she walked over to where her owl, Apollo, stood. "Here Apollo be sure to take this to Mom, and Grandma!" whispering to the owl she watched it take off unto the skies. Flying was so enchanting.

[Alexander Sowerby]

Alexander looked around, it was a Slytherin girl. A first year at that. Emmanuelle. Hopefully she wasn't going to relate this story to the other Slytherin's. He had a reputation to uphold of course. She seemed like she was stiffling a laugh at the scene of what just happen.

"Do ze English not knock?" the girl said.

Alexander smiled, than laughed rather embarrassed, his cheeks turning a shade of pink. "Just tried to make a grand entrance." he said smirking.

At that moment a Gryffindor first year walked in, clutching a letter in her right hand. She smiled at Alexander, who smiled genuinely back but than, Alexander noticed an odd state of tension between Meghan the Gryffindor and Emmanuelle of Slytherin. He couldn't be certain but the animosity was rather strange and rather powerful.

Meghan the Gryffindor spoke, "Hello, nice to see you two. I suppose you are also sending letters.".

Alexander smiled, "Yes, when not trying to burst doors down", he ran his hand through his hair. It must have been messy, all with the dust that had unlikely settled in it. He tried to straighten it out a bit, but wasn't sure what it would look like. He had left his comb in his autumn cloak and he didn't think it wise to be grooming in the Owlery anyway.

Walking back upto Pickle, he took out a roll of parchment and his quill. Just than, he realised he had forgotten something important. His ink, but he  wasn't sure how to ask. At home he always had enough; Bunce and Doge always ensured that. Here, he could rely on his ability to always be organized but somehow, he had been a little careless and left it back on his night table.

"Could anyone lend me some ink?" Alexander said rather quietly, not being sure of whether this was the proper way of asking for things without expecting that they were to be brought on silver platters. It wasn't so much that he was demanding, but that his parents believed that everything should be available at all times whenever you wanted them. Even though that obviously didn't extend to neither emotional nor physical expressions of the love that all parents were supposed to feel toward their children. Alexander couldn't be certain but thought if his parents had been poor, he'd be sold by his parents as an indentured servant to the Colonies.

[Emmanuelle Armand]

Emmy couldn't help but laugh at the embarrassment Alexander showed. She quickly tried to think of something to say, an interesting topic, when of course the ever-so-obnoxious Meghan Morris swept in to steal her thunder.

"Oui, sending letters eez normally what people do in ze owelry," she sneered at the idiotic question the girl asked. The Gryffindor always succeeded greatly at making a fool of herself in from of Alexander.

Em jumped at the chance to lend the boy her ink before Meghan could; making her jealous was becoming more and more humorous. It pleased her even more than the memory of the Christmas Adelaine had fallen into a pond in Lourdes (all due to Emmy's "uncontrollable" magic) dragging all her presents with her. She grabbed her ink off the stoop she was writing on and held it out to Alexander, a polite smile plastered on her face.


"I 'ope there eez enough left," she said, her voice thick with false concern.


"Meghan, I am glad to see your 'air eez nicer today," she turned back to the girl cheerfully, recalling her mess of hairstyle the day it rained during Herbology. "It eez not so straw-like and brittle."


With her best sympathetic look, she sighed, her hand on her heart.


"I apologize, zat was rude of me," she said, aware that Alexander may not like her being so unkind. "Do not fret, though. We cannot all 'ave 'air zat does not dry out at ze drop of a 'at." She smiled, twirling her own silky black locks.

Edited by Emmanuelle Armand, 13 September 2011 - 07:27 PM.

[Meghan Morris]

Do not kill the witch. Do not mutilate the witch. Do not maim the witch. Despite the chanting Meghan still had a yearning to choke the witch. All blue in the face she could match Alexander's house colors, how delightful. Meghan was not so angry to have missed the opportunity to share ink with Alexander rather the fact that Emmy was so condescending.

She was no better than Meghan, and had better learn her place. Meghan had to admit though that her hair could be dreadful often. What she needed was a potion to fix it. Perhaps she should approach the Potions Master. Then Emmy would not ridicule her about her hair, rather other things.

Turning her back to Emmy she approached Alexander and held out her hand. "Hello I'm Meghan, I don't believe we have formally met?"


This boy's face looked soft and he didn't seemed to have any mischievous glint in his eyes like Luka did. Maybe that was a good thing though. Meghan hated to be underestimated or made fun of. It was simply childish.

[Alexander Sowerby]

Alexander looked a bit taken a back by the rather furious words exchanged between Emmanuelle and Meghan. He wasn't used to this level of cattiness. His cousin had warned him that girls especially young witches often got into odd little rivalries like this at school, often making fun of each other's appearance. He wasn't too certain as to whether or not he wanted to dissolve into the wall. Although he doubted that would stop them from trying to push the other out the window.

"Thank you for the ink" Alexander took the bottle out of Emmanuelle's outstretched hand, he couldn't be sure but it seemed that Emmanuelle had reached for her ink rather quickly to give it to him. It was undoubtedly an attempt to use him as some sort of proxy battlefield. Turning around to face the window, Alexander crigned as Emmanuelle insulted Meghan; these two girls needed to express their feelings and frustration through a duel and not through these callous words and actions, especially when he was caught in the middle and would rather not hear any of this.

Putting his parchment, quill and ink down, he began to write a note to his sister first but he could still hear the girls bickering in between one another. The ridiculous notions these girls got to.

Just at that moment, the Gryffindor girl walked up to him, announcing herself: "Hello I'm Meghan, I don't believe we have formally met?". Standing up, Alexander bowed and smiled at the girl. "I'm Alexander Sowerby. Pleasure to meet you" he said, taking her hand and bowing to her.

[Meghan Morris]

My, oh my! Alexander was quite the gentleman! Meghan felt the need to scurry out of the room as fast as possible. Perhaps she could make a quick escape, for she had already done what she had came for.

"Alexander... Emmanuelle, I hate to run but I simply must get back to my commons room. Essays don't wait for anyone. Farewell!" With that she ran out of the Owlery and ran down the stairs only to trip on the last step.

Hopping up she clutched her nose to find it bleeding a quite bit. Oh Well! She hurried to her common room taking care to not bleed on her robes.

[Alexander Sowerby]

"Alexander... Emmanuelle, I hate to run but I simply must get back to my commons room. Essays don't wait for anyone. Farewell!"

"See you"

Alexander watched her as she quickly dashed out of the room, just as fast as she had come into it. He was nonplussed by the whole event. Shaking his head a bit. Finishing off his letter, he placed his quill neatly away. Than folding up the letter, he tied it to Pickle's leg and watched as she flew out the window. Flying over the forest toward the mountains until she disappeared from view.

Smiling at Emmanuelle, he spoke "Thank you for the ink." walking over he returned the bottle. Than turning on his heel he bid his adieu and walked down the stairs out of the owlery.