A Thousand Words... [Open]

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Harry sighed. He had hoped that with the end of the war things would have quieted down, yet with people being revived out of nowhere, he wasn't quite sure what to do. It left him wondering if the world had in mind to pull his leg and have him run around putting out fires left and right. It was enough to make him feel like he was going mental. It was all those thoughts that led him to push away his homework and to stand up from the table he was sitting at. He needed to get away from homework for now, and for some reason he felt like the owlry was the best place to go. He had only just gotten a new owl, though it could never replace Hedwig, whom he'd had for a long time before she fell shortly before the quest to take out the horcruxes. If nothing else he could relax there though, provided his new owl didn't feel like pecking him unprovoked again.

Heading up the steps to the owlry, Harry paused briefly near the top, hearing the hooting of the owls inside. He smiled briefly before heading inside, noting that aside from the owls the owlry was empty, allowing him to at least gaze out at the view from the tower. Stepping towards the raised ledge, he rested his arms on the ledge and gazed out, his gaze not really stopping for too long on any one thing. He then heard the footsteps of someone walking up the stairs to the owlry, causing him to turn as the door then began to open.

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Notes: First time ever rping as Harry, hope ya like it.

[LYLA ROSE HAWTHORNE]

Of course, word would have gotten out to her family back at home that she, Lyla Hawthorne, had cut off a ministry official (it did not help her case that this ministry official was in fact that Datorvitae), and had attempted to cause a protest in the middle of a so called "important presentation". She pointed her pretty little finger at Irene, her lousy, pretentious cousin, for writing a quick owl home calling her out. The next morning she received a bright scarlet envelope dropped upon her breakfast plate that proceeded to scream at her for her "utter disobedience", her "improper and ill mannered temper", and threatened to take her broom away for her final year at Hogwarts if she did not get her act together and act like a "true Hawthorne".

Her step mother, Elle, had always qualified as her least favorite person in the world and the Howler was just another reason to add to her list on why that was. For such a startling beautiful woman, Elle had an ugly personality and a heart of coal. "A true Hawthorne..." the Ravenclaw sneered into her parchment as she violently scribbled her signature to her letter. She addressed it to her father- pleading (using some very vulgar and angry letters) for him to get his "beloved" wife under some sort of control. "Wicked wench, " she called loudly into the empty staircase of the owlery, allowing her temper to run through its course, rather than bottling the violently explosive thing up.

But...she had made the mistake of assuming the owlery would be empty at this time. She was so caught up in her angry raging and failed to pay much attention to where she was going since she assumed the owlery was empty as she opened the door and marched blindly through. She was waving her hands wildly, throwing out rather ugly words out of her pretty little mouth (wishing she was yelling loud enough for Elle to hear her). However, she stumbled backwards and bounced into a wall with an audible "thud" when she marched straight into another person. Her piercing blue eyes met the figure of a tall young man standing in solitude amongst the owls- she paid little attention to the details of his looks. He was easily a foot taller than she was- probably why she had bounced off him like a ricocheted curse. Her brows were furrowed with anger and her porcelain cheeks filled with red. "Excuse me," she scoffed loudly, her words filled with sarcasm, pushing herself from the wall.

She had dropped her rolled (profanity laced) parchment which had rolled somewhere along the filthy floor, along with her wand. "Great, now I've lost my bloody letter and wand..." she fumed, crouching on the floor in search for it. "Well are you going to just stand there looking Confunded or are you going to help me look?" she spat at him, looking back up at him- only this time her blue eyes found themselves transfixed upon a lightning bolt scar. "Merlin's saggy left nut..." she muttered to herself, flipping her blonde hair over her shoulder. I've just yelled at Harry Potter... "Where's Irene to write about this?" she asked herself with a sarcastic chuckle before looking down again. "Well, I suppose that defeating the Dark Lord must have rendered you able to help me look for two simple objects." she sassed him, waving her hand for him to help.