Abby shrunk back and went back to her breakfast. Ron never yelled unless it was really important. Abby had only heard him do it two other times. After another ten minutes of persistent pecking, however, she decided it was time to speak again. She cleared her throat and winced.
"Perhaps... perhaps we should let it in," she suggested tentatively.
Ron instantly wished he hadn't yelled. Abby looked almost terrified. He sighed, his shoulders sagging. "Right then, let's let it in." He unlocked the latch on the windowsill and waited for the owl to land on the kitchen table, carefully lifting his plate as he predicted its landing target.
The owl ruffled its tawny feathers, annoyed that it went for the better part of half an hour unacknowledged. Ron held out his hand for the letter it had brought.
Just check the timings for how long the owl has been at the window.
I'd love to know the other two reasons why Ron had yelled.
Ron decided that the best thing to do would be to ignore it; who would be thick enough to owl him after ten years? He
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What's wrong with the timing? The better part of half an hour=more than 15 minutes. I'm confused, Gob, I'm confused!!
And you know, it's so fucking funny that you mention the other two times. Boy, can't slip anything past you. You'll find out later.
Why hasn't anyone tried to owl him? Several reasons. Basically, his note - you know what? If I write this here, I'll spoil it for other people who haven't read it yet, so I'll write you a PM.
Hmm, which account did you PM. I'm re-reading this from the beginning. I'll tell you my thoughts after each chappie. Maybe you should screen all my comments. Unless you want me to PM you. In which case, tell me which account and I shall comply. *winks*
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Abby shrunk back and went back to her breakfast. Ron never yelled unless it was really important. Abby had only heard him do it two other times. After another ten minutes of persistent pecking, however, she decided it was time to speak again. She cleared her throat and winced.
"Perhaps... perhaps we should let it in," she suggested tentatively.
Ron instantly wished he hadn't yelled. Abby looked almost terrified. He sighed, his shoulders sagging. "Right then, let's let it in." He unlocked the latch on the windowsill and waited for the owl to land on the kitchen table, carefully lifting his plate as he predicted its landing target.
The owl ruffled its tawny feathers, annoyed that it went for the better part of half an hour unacknowledged. Ron held out his hand for the letter it had brought.
Ron decided that the best thing to do would be to ignore it; who would be thick enough to owl him after ten years? He ( ... )
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And you know, it's so fucking funny that you mention the other two times. Boy, can't slip anything past you. You'll find out later.
Why hasn't anyone tried to owl him? Several reasons. Basically, his note - you know what? If I write this here, I'll spoil it for other people who haven't read it yet, so I'll write you a PM.
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