Sitting next to Fred on the roof of 3W; just outside the erstwhile owlery
*raises his butterbeer in a toast towards the twinkling night sky*
Poor little blokes. Rest in Peace, Jim and Ollie - we hardly knew ye.
*watches as Fred charms the new portable swamp in place*
I’m glad Percy pointed us in Tracey’s direction; she certainly does know her owls… not to mention more exotic beasts…
And thanks to her, I-we-know that Millicent is alive. I couldn’t bring myself to ask for specifics, though… mostly because I was too cowardly to admit that I was responsible, but... I suppose it’ll have to do for now. I wonder…
*glances at Fred again, taking measurements and charming the enclosure*
I must say, Freddy’s choice was a tad exotic, even for us.
*glares at the big, stupid, pink bird standing in a kiddie pool two feet from Fred*
It’s festive enough, but there’s just something not right with the way that thing looks at me.
*smiles and nods with enthusiasm as Fred catches him looking*
No. Nothing near as lovely or intelligent as my choice. I do believe that Neil and I will become quite good friends… and this time I will be paying very close attention to his health and well-being.
*scowls at Fred’s rude gesture*
What?! I’m just saying!!
*goes back to admiring the jet-black raven sitting on the perch next to the kiddie pool*
And such a lovely color, too…