#hogwarts owlery

[thestralframe]

Some days are meant for flying ☀️

[virtuoshosh]

such great heights || shosh + grant

Shoshana hadn’t been herself, since the attack in Hogsmeade. It was supposed to be the most liberating night of her life, and instead it had gone—that way. An explosive, violent end to her foolhardy dreams for The Band Cthulhu.

Cass was being—of course—very Cass about it all. He was a sensitive person, prone to being consumed by his emotional state—good or bad. And when it was bad, he got sullen and surly and withdrawn. Normally Shosh would have just pushed through it and badgered him into her company regardless of his mood, but lately she just...didn’t have it in her. The memory of the wizard spitting ‘fangbanger,’ that vile word at her, still burned in her ears, searing on her skin beneath her clothes like an invisible brand.

She’d been spending a lot of time with Dona, which helped. But Dona was roommates with Clem, who had for some reason decided on now to revive her years-forgotten pastime of being bafflingly nasty to Shosh. Shosh was confident enough not to let stupid, unkind words from people bother her, in general, but from Clem it did sting. So she’d had to limit her time in Hufflepuff.

Rhett was always there to comfort her up in the Gryffindor Tower, of course, and Shosh couldn’t have been more grateful for that. But her roommate had her own demons to wrestle with right now, with her Ministry hearing forthcoming and her alpha soon to arrive in Great Britain. Shosh felt like a bother—an irksome child when she woke in the night gasping for air, thinking she was choking on rotten blood, and Rhett soothed her back to sleep.

So she was grateful, of course she was, but for some reason Shosh was reminded often as of late of a time when she’d been alone up In the Gryffindor tower, the way it had been for many years that Shoshana had gone without roommates—an apparently rare occurrence for Hogwarts, but one Shosh had grown to consider normal.

Except that she wasn’t alone, really. Because she’d had Grant.

Which is how Shoshana found herself trailing up the long staircase to the Owlery, craving that sense of warmth and comfort that she’d always found in the company of the former Gryffindor. “Hey...” she said when she spotted him, flashing a wistful smile and a wave, “...sorry I haven’t been up to visit in a while...how are things in the Spirit Realm, huh?”

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[draconis-perfectus]

Owls and Worries || Draco & OPEN

Draco had been acting more solitary than usual since the Hallowe'en visit to Hogmseade Village. He barely bothered to speak to Hermione and Luna and, after his initial banter with Marigold and Mindy over the purchases he had retrieved for them from Honeydukes, he fell silent there too, neither seeking out his cousin to insult her nor even chatting with Marigold in their shared common room. He ducked and dodged around Crabbe and Goyle, avoided eye contact with Zabini and Parkinson, and generally did his best to make himself scarce anytime someone looked for him. Draco avoided friends and enemies alike, and teachers too, even Professor Snape.

He was busy thinking, and busy worrying, and he didn't like the conclusions he kept coming to. Draco wanted to write home for reassurance, but he was afraid that for once his parents wouldn't be able to offer any--or worse, that they would, but it would be a lie. That was why he didn't seek out Uncle Sev, either; while Snape was not the sort of person commonly given to comforting lies, he wasn't exactly forthcoming and truthful either. Besides, Draco had the feeling that if Snape knew what Draco was worrying about, he wouldn't react well.

So he slunk around alone, head-down, keeping his worries to himself even as his stomach twisted up in knots. Surely his father would have mentioned something if the thing on his arm was growing darker...would have mentioned something if the horrible things that were happening out in the world meant anything...would have mentioned something if there was anything to be afraid of...

But Snape was acting funny, and Lucius kept his sleeves down, and his left arm hidden. And Draco couldn't stop himself wondering why.

He was so wrapped up in his thoughts that he barely noticed the chill in the air blowing in through the Owlery window. Draco stood at the rail and stared down at the grounds of Hogwarts without really seeing them. He idly passed the letter in his hands back and forth, debating whether or not he was going to send it--whether or not he wanted to risk asking, and learning the answer. Perched next to him, Bowman hooted impatiently, but Draco ignored the tawny eagle owl just as he ignored the cold that made him shiver in his robes.

Discretion finally winning out, Draco stuffed the letter back into his pocket and turned away. Bowman huffed angrily, and flapped off to a higher perch, clearly disgusted with his indecisive owner. Not noticing the owl, Draco hunched his head and walked quickly between the rows of birds, leaving before he changed his mind. In his distraction, he didn't notice the sound of footsteps coming up the stairs outside...at least, not until he plowed directly into the source of those footsteps.

Draco staggered backwards, slipped, and landed heavily on the white-streaked floor, hands going out sideways and skidding in the mess. "Watch where you're bloody going!" he yelped, and looked up with a furious glare blazing on his pale, flushing face.

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