Dedicated to, Hey123pizza

Earlier this week, I heard a small tapping on my window, I quickly hurried to flick my wrist, and cast a spell to turn my self invisible.

I quietly walked over to my large-framed window, afraid it was the Department of forbidden magic. ( For no reason at all) I peaked under the curtain and saw an owl.

I smiled relived, and made myself visible before opening the window, just wide enough to let the old owl in.

The owl seemed ancient, but flew well enough to fit through the small crack between the two window panes.

I recognized him as Errol, the Weasley's owl.

He huffed and surmised me by speaking English.

I asked him how he could speak, being the person I am.

He simply explained that a charm had been cast in him. I nodded, understanding. I had used that charm many times myself.

I decided to interview him. He was pleased with the idea, obviously unaware of my reputation.

I seated him with a cup of green tea. He gulped sloppily with his beak, dipping his feathered face in the cup. I quickly gave him a straw. It was strange watching an owl drink green tea from a straw, but I had seen stranger and more news-worthy things.

I asked him about how he felt, being a messenger owl and all. He did not think that it was that bad, except for the muggles that would watch him through strange circular objects. I agreed whole heartedly.

Then I wondered aloud about his favored spot of which to fly. Errol described the view from above the mountains and of the bright reflections of above the water.

Normally, owls don't speak, and are regarded as if they are mindless. Thinking of this, I asked if he overheard any conversations whilst he was being ignored.

He said that he did over hear some things, but nothing of importance. Sadly.

He said that he was glad he was an owl, because he had a loving family. He loved not having to deal with wizardry problems, but was dissatisfied that he didn't have magical abilities, like so many others.

I asked his opinion on the Weasley family. Obviously they hate Errol, he just doesn't want to accept that. He sad that he loved them, Ginny most of all, but hated it when they criticized him for being so clumsy.

I asked about Ginny when he suddenly got very mad, and started to yell at me for changing facts about people, I honestly don't know what he was talking about.

Why I'd never!

He got up and flew away, banging his head on the top of the window seal on the way out. With out every a thank you! How rude!

I sighed and scribbled all this down on a notebook.

When I finished, I walked off to bed. It had simply been too long of a night!