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RP: Who Gives a Hoot

May 14, 2007 14:09

Date: 14 May 2005
Characters: Kingsley Shacklebolt, Wilhelmina Grubbly-Plank
Location: 115 Albus Ave
Status: Private
Summary: Kingsley notices one of his neighbors seems to have an abundance of owls and calls on Wilhelmina to discuss a trade.
Completion: Complete

( I rejoice that there are owls.... They represent the stark twilight and unsatisfied thoughts which all have. )

may 2005, place: private residence, wilhelmina grubbly-plank, kingsley shacklebolt

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shh_wilhelmina May 16 2007, 05:40:34 UTC

Wilhelmina was preparing a draft letter to... well, someone about her concerns for magical creatures and their relations with wizards. Honestly. Mandy was working hard on her proposal, Mona had finally felt up to having her leg seen to, and Willa was still sitting on her haunches contemplating her ideas in a very Ravenclaw fashion. She needed to stop thinking for a moment and take some action.

She laid her pipe down in its holder and sipped her tea. A knock came on the door.

Who would that be? They weren't expecting anyone. She rose, waving her smoke ineffectually toward the open kitchen window, and made her way to the door.

She had to look up considerably when she opened it. The man looked familiar. Was he a neighbour?

"Hello," she smiled. "What can I do for you?"

shh_kingsley May 17 2007, 00:02:23 UTC

An older, attractive woman with short hair answered the door. Kingsley was happy he caught someone at home.

"Good morning. I'm your neighbor, up at the far end past the Tonks house. I couldn't help noticing you have a large number of owls. I was hoping that you might be willing to trade?" Then he shook his head. "I'm sorry. I should introduce myself first, shouldn't I? Kingsley Shacklebolt. How do you do, Mrs...?"

shh_wilhelmina May 17 2007, 03:27:29 UTC

Ah, so he was a neighbour. She must have seen him walking by from time to time, which was why he looked familiar.

She listened, then held extended her hand. "Wilhelmina Grubbly-Plank. Willa is fine. Nice to meet you, Kingsley."

"Come in. My owls are usually happy to go to new homes. Either trade or sale is fine. They're all trained mail owls. I collected them during the war."

shh_kingsley May 17 2007, 05:28:44 UTC

Kingsley shook her hand, admiring the strength in her grip. "Willa then. It's always nice to meet a neighbor."

He entered the house and listened as she explained that the owls were all trained to handle mail. "That's what I need. An owl who can handle mail. Mostly around town here. Nothing fancy, but one that can carry something a bit heavier than a letter. How does a person collect mail owls?" Kingsley had never heard of anyone collecting owls before. Breeding them. Selling them. Training them. But never collecting them.

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