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Hufflepuff House Table

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There was seldom a quiet moment in the Great Hall. Today had been reasonably sane; no dancing, no water spells gone awry, no food fights (Rowan would claim fault for that one). For the first time since she'd started at this school, there was a quite meal. One which she could enjoy without fear of accidental maiming or land-based drowning. 

 

Owls soared overhead giving quiet hoots and not so quiet screeches as they delivered parcels and letters to her fellow students. This had become routine for Rowan, enough so that she didn't even interrupt her eating to glance up with the hopes that she might have received something - she never did. 

 

The much louder hoot of a school owl drew her attention. Stood on the table, no more than an arm's length away was a somewhat familiar looking bird. Had that been the one she'd avoided stepping on earlier. With a whistle and a few clicks of her tongue, she attempted to get the creature's attention. 


"You hungry, mate?" She asked, holding a piece of toast out towards the fowl. What did owls eat anyway?

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Panda puffed up his feathers proudly at seeing his letter delivered safely into the hands of the food-giver.
 

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His letter delivered, Panda turned his head at a series of enticing sounds from a nearby food-giver. The pudgy owl looked from the food-giver's face to the treat in her hand and gave a few quiet hoots of pleasure. He waddled his way over to the toast, which he took politely and tore into chunks with his beak. Once he had devoured them one at a time, Panda nuzzled the food-giver friend's hand fondly with his head, cooing softly, then went about his business.

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Elizabeth was still getting used to the owls, and had never seen them in these numbers. It was loud. She covered her ears with a piece of bacon sticking out of her mouth, so it looked like she had a tounge. Once the cooing died down she still left it there, savoring the taste.

 

She watched as the girl who had barged in last night fed a remaining owl some toast. It was pretty cute if she was honest. As the bird finished, she realized that it might think her "tounge" was an invitation, so she ripped off the extra and put it back on her plate. Then she felt guilty for not letting the owl have it. After all, it was cute. However, her internal debate was cut short when the owl left. As the bird went off Elizabeth looked towards the girl. "What dies it like?"

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