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Post by Albus Potter on Dec 5, 2010 11:14:27 GMT -5
tag; lauren smith
time; dawn
month; december
Being up at the wee hours was never something of which Albus ever used to, but seeing it was December and Christmas was just around the corner not to mention the fact he had yet answered his mother on whether or not he would be coming home for Christmas, it really left Albus with no choice but to drag his feet out of bed before everyone else did. After all, the last thing he wanted was to end up being the source of joke for the next three month for writing letters home every other week. Well, if only mother hadn’t insisted. Plus, it was better to suffer the cold air a December morning has to offer than having to deal with a howler from Ginny Potter any day. Not that he had ever gotten any, but, just in case.
Freezing. That was the only thing that Albus could think about as he tried to make his way up to the owlery, dragging his feet behind him. It was cold, extremely cold that Albus was shivering down to his bones, yet, he refused to abandon his mission. Slowly, he climbed up the stairs, carefully enough not to slip. The owlery at dawn, it’s definitely a death trap.
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