Post by cordelia regan smith on Aug 15, 2019 21:13:58 GMT -7
All Cordelia wanted to do was send a letter back home to her mum. She didn’t ask for much anymore, but this was the one thing that she had been waiting all week to do. With classes in full swing for the spring term and homework being thrown at them in packets, having the time to write and send a letter home was a breath of fresh air. It was just the two of them now, and that had been driven home over the winter holidays with the absence of her father completely. Cordelia didn’t know if she could hate him, or even how to react to everything, but her mum did so she felt sort of obligated to feel the same way. If anything, she was still more embarrassed about the article that had been written and then spread like wildfire. Her dad’s legacy as a Quidditch player would always be marred by a scandal like this even though he wasn’t that remarkable of a player. Since the article released, she hadn’t even bothered to write to him, and that was basically it. Apparently the divorce proceedings went well in her mother’s favor since it was such a clear cut case. Cordelia didn’t like thinking about those sorts of things since they shattered her entire little world, but that was how it was going to be from now on. And all she wanted to do was send out her letter.
But the owlery was in a flurry of madness when she made it to the top of the spiral staircase. Owls were flying out of the various windows, and it looked like letters were chasing after them. She had never seen something like this before, and the poor birds were definitely agitated by the fact that envelopes were zooming after them in a menacing manner. She wasn’t alone at the entrance though, a younger student was also standing outside the door. “Wh-What’s going on?” she asked the girl, stepping out of the door frame just in time as an owl shot out, letter hot on its trail. From the few moments she had been up there, it definitely looked like someone had jinxed the letters to act out, but it was strange for them to be so dedicated at attacking owls. It almost looked like the charms that were placed on bludgers for Quidditch matches, except there wasn’t anything fun about owls getting hurt in the same way it was to watch Quidditch players try to avoid the hazardous red balls.