Things had seemed ok for the first few days at school. Then, completely out of the blue, Geoffrey had found himself confronted by a conspicuously grey owl - one he readily recognised. It hadn't really been the kind of thing he had wanted to come in the middle of breakfast, when his plate was still piled high, and his enjoyment of simply eating had come to a crashing end.
Geoffrey,
Have this taken to the kitchen elves at your school with instructions that they are to subject all your food to this treatment.
Mother.
Along with the note, there was a cut out article from what looked like Charmed! if Geoff was any judge. Some guy called Jonas Alexander, apparently a foreign expert, had invented a diet that was all to do with a new type of transfiguration - which it said he invented - in which food was altered to retain all the taste, but contain all the energy of a stick of celery. Geoffrey, from long experience, didn't really think that there was much truth to the whole thing.
His first move, to scrunch it up and pocket it for later disposal was put to a quick end by a nasty peck. The owl watched him closely as, clutching his hand, and with his eyes tearing up - although he wasn't crying, not here, not now - he made his way up to the staff table, looking over his shoulder every now and then to see if the Owl was still watching him.
He wasn't sure who to give the message to, so, taking the easiest option, he made his way to where his Head of House, Professor Dione was sitting. When he stood there silently for a minute, not very keen on passing it over, there was a quiet swish of wings and the own landed on his shoulder, glaring at him.
Geoffrey gulped nervously.
"Professor?" he asked. "I- I mean, my mother- I- here." he thrust his injured hand - the one holding the letter and article - out, wanting only to get away and hide. He wondered if Sonora offered room service - it would be better than facing the hall again after this.\n\n
She's only doing this because she cares for you.
by Professor Dione
At first, the professor had not noticed the boy who now stood by her place at the staff table. In fact, she had not sensed his presence until she heard the flapping of wings close by. She turned her head to see a student, one of the first years, with an owl on his shoulder reaching out to hand her a note. She could decipher nothing from his stuttering. Hopefully, the letter would offer more information.
She took the note, pausing slightly to look at the mark on his hand, most likely made by the owl that was currently glaring at him. She first read over the note from the mother, then took the time to scan over the article. Her eyebrows rose as she skimmed its contents. How could anyone think this could possibly be effective? What ever happened to simply regulating daily intake and frequent exercise? Even worse, this woman was attempting to force this crock down her own child’s throat, quite literally.
“I see. Rather inventive use for transfiguration, isn’t it?”
She pulled out a piece of parchment, a quill, and a well of red ink from a black leather briefcase she had kept underneath her chair and quickly wrote down a reply to the note in eloquent cursive:
To whom it may concern,
I will see to it that your son, Geoffrey, will have a nutritious diet and will take these new findings into consideration.
Sincerely,
Professor Lysithea Dione, Head of Crotalus House, Sonora Academy
She attached the letter to the owl’s leg, and sent the bird on its way. Before Geoffrey could have the chance to escape to his seat, she addressed him.
“Now, there are two ways we could approach this issue. I could give this to the prairie elves, and have them take care of your nutrition. Or, I could… “give” this to the prairie elves,” she said, ripping the article a bit as she paused in the sentence, “and you can regulate your diet on your own. I’m sure a young man of your age is able to know what a balanced diet is, yes?” \n\n
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