Holly Greer

Just Your Average Barn Owl

November 25, 2008 8:00 PM

Holly Greer - You have a note from Professor Schmidt by Just Your Average Barn Owl

It was the evening after that horrible potions class. Professor Schmidt had determined the identity of the runaway student thanks to the process of elmination using his trusty class roll. For a while, he had wavered on whether to wait until the next class a couple days from now to confront her, or to send a note. However, the reason for her quick departure was still uncertain, and the chance of her return even more uncertain. Charles wasn't all that keen on failing a student for her apparent aversion to his classroom. So, he chose the second route.

A school barn owl, quite accustomed to entering this common room of all other places at Sonora, flew into the window with great determination. He knew most of these students by now, at least the older ones, and he liked to think they knew him. Seeing his goal in sight, the owl hopped down from the window sill and hobbled over to Holly. The note read as follows attached to his foot read as follows:

Miss Holly Greer

I would ask that you please stop by my office tomorrow afternoon after class. I need to have a private word with you regarding the lesson today.

Sincerely,

Professor Schmidt

P.S. If you do not show, I will find you.

0 Just Your Average Barn Owl Holly Greer - You have a note from Professor Schmidt 0 Just Your Average Barn Owl 1 5

November 28, 2008 3:30 PM

Oh dear by Holly Greer

It was the evening after that horrible potions class. Holly Greer had determined that she might be better off spending the rest of the year under her bed (which, given the possibility of dust mites and the certainty of darkness and a mattress with no doubt evil intentions toward the neatness of her hairstyle, was by no means a pleasant sort of place to spend any amount of time) than returning to potions.

Ms. Yuma had managed to calm her down a little bit, but Holly still was not eager to come face to face with the new Potions Professor anytime soon.

Despite running out on him, she was still surprised when she was accosted by an owl bearing a letter with handwriting she didn't recognize. With the proper etiquette for the situation, though, she first fed the owl and then turned her attention to the letter. Frowning in bafflement, she opened the envelope and read through the missive.

P.S. If you do not show, I will find you.

She bit her lip and reached for a calming draught as she reached the end of the postscript. That sounded like a threat. It was almost certainly better to meet him at the appointed time than make him come into the safety of her Commons, or worse, her room.

She wrote back a quick note in purple ink and distinctly feminine handwriting (however, since she didn't particularly care for Professor Schmit, or potions, her i's were dotted with circles instead of hearts for this particular letter). But because his only offense was to be ugly, and he'd done nothing particularly cruel to her, she thought it best to be polite and apologetic in her writing to him, if not when she was in his presence.

Professor Schmidt,
I apologize for running out on your class this afternoon. I felt very ill and fear I was allergic to something in your classroom.

Specifically, his appearance, but she thought it would be rude to point it out.

I will come to your office tomorrow after class, but cannot promise I won't become ill again.

Thank you for understanding,
Holly Thistle-Greer

1 Holly Greer Oh dear 123 Holly Greer 0 5