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Post by Administrator on Aug 7, 2008 18:45:33 GMT -5
"The only wizarding post office we ever hear of, where at least three hundred owls, from Great Grays to tiny Scops ("Local Deliveries Only"), wait to carry messages. They sit on shelves that are color-coded, depending on how fast you want your letter to get to its destination. It is also referred to as an 'owl office.'" -HP Lexicon
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Post by Valerie Crewe on Jul 9, 2009 0:21:26 GMT -5
With a CRACK!, Valerie Crewe Apparated into Hogsmeade and made her way toward the post office. She carried a small package, which contained a thank you letter and an assortment of candy from Honeydukes for her brother. It wasn’t the most creative gift Val had ever bought, but she wanted to give Ben something in return for the singing sunflower he gave her while she was at St. Mungo’s. As she walked, Val sporadically glanced over her shoulder. After being attacked, she was hesitant to travel alone, even with Aurors guarding the streets. Her nerves were still on end when she reached the post office. Val set her package down and rummaged through her handbag, finally pulling out several coins and passing them to one of the employees along with her box. The worker called down a large, brown owl to deliver the package. As Valerie turned to leave, the worker called to her and handed her two letters. The first was marked from her parents, the second from St. Mungo’s. She pulled her handbag up a bit higher on her shoulder after stuffing the letter from her parents into it, and opened the envelope from the hospital. Val clumsily unfolded the letter as she pushed opened the door of the post office and stepped outside. Walking down the stone steps, she read the message: Dear Ms. Valerie Crewe,
We regret to inform you that, due to your prolonged, direct contact with Euphoria Elixir, you are subject to permanent damage to your short-term memory… Val froze on the stairs. The rest of the letter was a blur. She read the first line over and over again. That couldn’t be possible, she thought. Surely St. Mungo’s could do something to fix it. She hurriedly scanned the rest of the letter, muttering bits under her breath. “Irreversible…even by magic…no possible way…cannot change…rueful state…terribly sorry…” Still staring at the letter, as if that would somehow change the words, Valerie slowly sat down on the steps. She leaned her elbows against her knees. A worried frown graced her lips and her eyes remained glued to the letter. Her right hand shakily clasped the parchment as she re-read the message. Finally, she crumpled the paper in frustration, pressing her fist against her forehead. In an attempt to calm down, she inhaled, then let out a long, slow breath. This was followed by a series of mumbled curses.
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Post by Clytemnestra Noctis on Apr 25, 2010 16:24:49 GMT -5
[New Day]
Clytemnestra smiled at the other people in the Post Office. They didn’t smile back, which only made her grin wider. Ah, post offices. They were places of such delightful misery. Unfortunately, Clytemnestra didn’t have much time to enjoy the scene. She was there on business.
She was looking for a very special owl.
She walked along the rows of perches, carefully studying each bird. Finally, she found the one she was looking for. It was a small, unremarkable rat of a owl with greasy brown feathers and a surly expression. The perfect bird to carry messages to the Minister’s secret private residence.
Clytemnestra let out a small breath of delight. “Ah, there you are, my love.” She reached out a hand toward the owl, but it snapped at her fingers with its sharply curved beak. Clytemnestra’s eyes narrowed as she snatched her hand back. “Very well, have it your way.”
In one smooth motion, she grabbed the owl off of the birch and yanked a thick leather hood over its head. The owl hooted twice in distress, wings flapping, but after a moment, blindness silenced it, and it sat trembling on Clytemnestra’s arm.
“There, that’s better.” Giving the bird a perfunctory pat on the head, Clytemnestra strode toward the door.
“Um, ma’am,” the young man behind the counter said. “You can’t just –”
Clytemnestra flashed him the card she had made up the night before. “Rachel Marwock, animal healer. I was told to come here and take this bird in for examination. They’re quite worried it might have something contagious.”
“Oh.” The young man glanced over his shoulder. “They didn’t tell me anyone would be coming…”
Clytemnestra smiled. “Terribly rude of them, I know. Now, if you’d like to contact your supervisor, I’d be glad to talk to them outside.”
The young man smiled gratefully and scurried away, leaving the long line of customers looking more irate than before.
Beaming, Clytemnestra stepped out into the brilliant sunlight. “Ah, my pet,” she purred, stroking the little owl’s breast feathers with the back of her hand. “You’re going to be a great help indeed.”
Then, with a sound somewhere between a pop and a hiss, she and the bird vanished from sight.
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