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[Alexander Sowerby]

A thick fog descended onto Hogwarts, the first Quidditch match which was to take place between Gryffindor and Slytherin yesterday afternoon had been postponed as a result. Alexander walked up from the dungeon early in the morning, wanting to get a nice and early start to his day. Groggy, he rubbed his eyes as he turned a stair case; slowly walking without paying much attention he arrived at the Great Hall within minutes. He corrected his hair with a comb before entering and after having done so, he walked into the hall, his eyes fully away and open now. He covered his mouth as he yawned, sitting down beside a couple of fifth year students that he had met and befriended.

Looking up at the enchanted ceiling he noticed that the foggy weather had not subsided, undoubtedly the Quidditch match would have to be postponed for perhaps another day. Sighing rather heavily, as he was eager to see the Quidditch battle between Gryffindor and Slytherin, Alexander looked back down at the table.

"Morning," Alexander greeted them with a tone that obviously denoted that he was still not fully awake. Rubbing his eyes once again, he placed an empty bowl in front of himself. He scooped out oatmeal from the bigger bowl and after pouring a large amount of honey on it, he began eating. At least he thought it was honey.

"Eugh," he said pushing the bowl away from him. He had accidentally placed a liberal amount of mustard on the oatmeal. Those that had been sitting around him roared with laughter, and Alexander joined in as well.

Just as they calmed down and returned to their breakfasts and conversations and after placing scrambled eggs and sausage onto his plate. A flutter of wings had brought him to look back up, the eggs and sausage left forgotten as hundreds of Owls swooped down, some dropping their post as if it was about to explode, other owls including Alexander's flew down and sat down at the table. "Pickle," Alexander said to the Owl, "What have you brought me? News from father and mother?", slowly picking at the knot that had been tied to secure the envelope to the Owl, Alexander with a pang of disappointment saw that the letter was not at all from his parents; however, he recovered from his disappointment as soon as he realised that his sister had written him. After an affectionate hoot, the Owl swooped up and flew up to the ceiling where she'd undoubtedly fly through one of the open windows, designed for Owls to enter and leave through.

Wondering what was in the letter, Alexander grabbed a sharp knife and slit the letter open. Just than he noticed a familiar someone who sat in front of him.

Edited by Alexander Sowerby, 03 October 2011 - 10:52 AM.