Mortimer fluffed his feathers out importantly as he had four scrolls of parchment attached to him. He preened one of his dark feathers as he waited for his master to tell him where to go. He was his master’s favorite pet, he was sure, as his master hated owls, had only one other raven which he left at home, and a puffskein which he hardly paid attention to except to cuddle it every so often. But Mortimer was entrusted with the delivery of his master’s letters.
“Give these to the first girl you see in each house,” Said his master. Mortimer cawed once to let him know he understood and took off.
Delivered to the first girl he saw in each house was an identical scroll of parchment.
Dear Lucky recipient,
You are hereby asked to go to the ball with me, Josiah James Ashwood. Why go with me? Well I am a very kind and caring person, I have red hair, the ladies have told me I look great, I’m a pureblood (but not a snob, really!) and I’m a jokester. I’m always ready to lighten the mood. I’m from Teppenpaw. Oh and I’m free, without any date, ready for any girl who wants to say yes to this! Just send me an owl. (Oh and if you are taken, can you pass this note to a non taken girl? Please?) You’re beautiful
Josiah Ashwood.
Messages delivered, Mortimer flew to the owlery to catch up on the avian gossip.\n