An Owl named Fred
October 20, 2008 9:56 PM
In Search for Irene Liddowe by An Owl named Fred
OOC: Late April, long before the Fair (yay, fuzzy time!) BIC:A Barn Owl hooted to catch the attention of a certain third year brunette. It had flown all the way from Albuquerque, which may not have been very far for most owls, but for this owl, it was his first flight with his new owner. He puffed his chest out proudly as the letter was taken from him, knowing that he had done his job well. With the letter now in the possession of the girl, the owl took off back out the window to return to his new home.
The letter read:
Dear Irene,
As promised, I’m writing to you to let you that everything turned out just fine. I made it to the hospital and gave birth to my son, Emery Kijewski. He’s six pounds, eleven ounces, and eleven inches long. Ten fingers and ten toes. His eyes are green and he even has a head of brown hair. He is magnificent. He is absolutely perfect.
I’m also writing to thank you for everything you did to help me. I know it must have been terrifying to help a pregnant woman get to a hospital. But you kept your head, and for that I am very grateful. You are a very strong lady, Irene. Stronger than I think you give yourself credit for and I can only hope that my son grows up to become as self assured and confident as you have.
Good luck on your finals and I’ll see you at the fair.
Thank you,
Kiva
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Irene Liddowe
November 02, 2008 9:27 PM
You've found her by Irene Liddowe
Irene closed her Fury! notebook, her narrative on a young boy's journey through the first grade (for the fourth time) having worn her mind power down quite a bit. She shoved it back underneath her bedside table, brushing her plain brown hair out of her face. She was beginning to get bored with her appearance. Next month she would be fourteen and, in her opinion, she still looked like she was twelve. It didn't help that Dad thought she was ten. In the muggle world she would be in high school next year! She didn't think Uncle Mike would jump at the idea of her wearing make-up or anything, but she could always count on Aunt Claera.Irene glanced at the pictures on her table, giving her mother's picture a half smile. It was at times like these when she wished she had an older female to turn to, a mother-like figure she could really trust. Mom probably would have been awesome at this sort of "growing up" stuff. Irene pushed herself off her matress, wondering if Uncle Mike ever considered jumping into the dating field again. She made her way to the common room, intending on finding Brett for a walk around the Pitch. Before she could find said blonde boy, however, a barn owl found her. She smiled as it inflated its feathers, looking important, and Irene patted its head before taking the letter. She opened it, her blue-green eyes scanning the paper, her smile growing as she read.
Irene bit her lip, trying to keep the girly sounds of excitement held within her. Emery Kijewski! What a perfect name! She felt a small bubble of happiness swell inside her and she reached into her pocket for a pen and took a blank piece of parchment for the abandoned table nearby.
Dear Professor K,
Congratulations! I am so happy for you! Emery (I love his name by the way) sounds beautiful! He is very lucky to have you as a mother. If he ever gets to be any trouble, you let me know and I'll gladly lend a helping hand :) I'm sure he'll grow up to be a great kid, teen, adult. I like to think these things have a way of working themselves out, but maybe that's just optimism talking...
I'll definitely seek you out at the fair! I hope you'll bring Emery with you (hint), I'd love to see him. Thanks so much for the confidence, Professor. I was happy to help. You, by the way, helped me in a search of my own! I had lost my mother's necklace and in my search for Mr. Tellerman I found it, so thank you!
Thank you for writing and, again, congratulations on your baby boy! I'm honestly ecstatic for the both of you.
Love,
Irene
It wasn't long after the letter had been finished that Irene had tracked down the twins and asked to borrow Machu Picchu. Machu, with letter attached, took off out the window, letting out a loud hoot as he flew after the direction of the Barn Owl.
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