An envelope nearly falls into Felix's breakfast platter during the morning post delivery. It's crinkled to hell and back, as its accompanying letter. Both are addressed to an Alix Feberg in red handwriting that is both familiar and sloppier than usual. There's a darkened splatter of what smelled like a smokey bourbon...hopefully.
Alix,
I know it's not quite Christmas yet but I made this a bit ago. Wasn't really what I was goin for. Frankly I'm pissed out of my mind right now. Give it another go when I'm sober. Thought you might like it though
Shifting around in the bottom of the envelope is a little bronze charm shaped like...a goat? Yes, it's definitely a goat. With a tiny body, a big head, one and a half horns, and bulging, lopsided eyes. If you boop its itty bitty nose, it bleats. At least, one would assume that sound was supposed to be a bleat.
Felix had barely lifted his fork when the crinkled envelope skidded across his plate, narrowly missing his eggs. Slightly startled, he caught it before it slipped onto the floor. But with his attention more focused on rescuing his breakfast, Felix, without thinking, thumbed open the already-loose seal.
A small object tumbled out first and rolled onto the table with a soft clink. The young wizard blinked and picked up a tiny bronze charm that was unmistakably shaped like a goat.
"Cute," he remarked, gently turning it between his fingers, the corners of his mouth turning up ever so slightly. The odd proportions made it look really adorable.
Only when he reached for the letter inside, eyes skimming the first few lines out of habit, did he catch the name written at the top of the page.
Alix Feberg.
His stomach dropped. That's not him. Not even close. Well, maybe a bit close, but still.
"Oh… no," the tall Swede murmured under his breath, sinking a little in his seat as a faint heat crawled up his neck. He hadn't meant to pry. The handwriting was familiar in a way he couldn't quite place, and he... well, he acted before thinking. His stomach churned with mortification. Reading someone else's post was practically a crime in some households. His stepmother would've lectured him for a week. A month probably!
Felix snapped the letter shut at once, as though it might bite him, and slid the little goat carefully back inside. A faint whiff of something like bourbon clung to the parchment, and guilt tightened uncomfortably at the base of his throat.
He really shouldn't be holding this. He especially shouldn't have read even a sentence! Another problem was that the Ravenclaw had absolutely no idea who Alix Feberg might even be!
After a moment's steadying breath, Felix rose from his seat, the envelope held gingerly in both hands, and glanced around the Great Hall, the embarrassment still lingering on his cheeks. A Prefect would know what to do. Hopefully one who wouldn't scold him too much.
He needed to get this to the right person. And quickly.