Amy Fox
March 09, 2007 3:08 PM
Owls at Lunch? [tag: Zack, Elly, Echo, and Mere] by Amy Fox
Having never been one to rise early in the morning, Amy decided that sending Owls at breakfast had seemed entirely out of the question. She wasn't going to make any extra effort with planning the lessons for the elder students. Few had chosen to sign up and she was pleased.Amy entered the hall just as four owls of various shapes and sizes-- she had grabbed the closest school owls she could find-- swooped in through the ceilings and slowly began to descend, landing in front of the four intended students: Zack Dill, Echo Elms, Elly Eriksson and Meredith Lail.
Without a pause, Amy stalked her way to the staff table, her steel-toed boots beating a steady rhythm on the ground, her robes billowing out behind her. Taking a seat, Amy grabbed a sandwich and took a bite, barely watching as the students unrolled the pieces of parchment and took in the contents.
Taking another bite, she could all too clearly remember the words she had scratched just an hour previously. Each letter had begun with the recipient's last name, the content following exactly the same:
Individual flying lessons can be scheduled at any of the following times:
Monday thru Friday Following Classes
Monday thru Friday Following Dinner
Sunday Following Lunch
Lessons will last for two hours and will be held one day a week. Please Owl me with your top three preferred times and I will send you back a definite time.
If you are meeting with a group, please speak to your group mates and make sure that your schedules coincide. I will not accept any last minute changes.
-- Fox
Turning her attention to her lunch, Amy began piling food onto her plate. Individual lessons would be beginning soon, it seemed.\n\n
Subthreads: Duck and cover! by Echo Elms with Elly Eriksson
Just so long as it's not owls <i>for</i> lunch by Zack Dill
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Owls at Lunch? [tag: Zack, Elly, Echo, and Mere]
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Echo Elms
March 09, 2007 4:28 PM
Duck and cover! by Echo Elms
Echo was minding his own business, eating a hot bowl of soup -- chicken noodle, it's the scare for what wishes it were ailing you -- when a letter rained down right onto his dunking-poised bread. A reflexive flick of the hearty italian slice made the note slide off into the middle of the table instead of his soup."Owls!" he griped and ripped off half the slice for the winged beast. He put it on the flat of his hand and lifted it up above his head, trying not to duck away as the owl swooped back around and grabbed it. He brushed the crumbs into the soup, "You watch them and watch them and for weeks -- weeks! -- you get nothing. Then -- have you noticed this? -- then, as soon as you forget about them some crazy bird comes along and drops stuff in your food! I'm serious. They could warn you or something so you could at least catch it. I mean," he gingerly picked up the letter, and shot a final glare at the retreating feathered disrupter, "you'd think he was aiming."
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Elly Eriksson
March 10, 2007 6:16 AM
Goose and blanket! :p by Elly Eriksson
Elly was sitting in what she now considered to be ‘her seat’. She didn’t always sit there, but most days, especially at lunchtime, she almost always sat in that particular seat, usually with Echo and Mere sitting nearby. They quite often chatted, sometimes they even did homework, but today Elly had been rather quiet. This was probably because her attention was devoted almost entirely to the large cheese and tomato sandwich she was now consuming. She’d woken up too late for breakfast yet again, and lunchtime had been most eagerly welcomed. When they next had some spare time, Elly decided that she and her friends simply must find out where the kitchens were, so she didn’t need to starve the whole morning whenever she missed breakfast.Still chewing her last mouthful, Elly glanced up at the rush of wings to see a few owls above. It was unusual for them to deliver after breakfast, but not unheard of. One of them, a large greyish one, dropped a letter just next to Elly’s plate, narrowly avoiding her glass of juice. “That was close,” Elly said, mostly to herself.
At Echo’s disgruntled exclamation of “Owls!” Elly turned her head to see him flick his letter onto the table. Nevertheless, he did offer the bird some of his food, which is more than Elly had done. She didn’t mind owls in general, but she didn’t tend to feed them as the other students did, mostly because she was vegetarian and the birds simply didn’t want a share of her salad; they’d much rather have her neighbour’s bacon rind or, in this instance, chicken noodle soup.
Elly giggled at Echo’s rant. He was great – this was one of those times when Elly wanted to hug him, but knew that he was weird about that sort of thing, so she sat tight and reached for her letter instead. “He was aiming,” she said light-heartedly to Echo. “His aim’s just a little off, that’s all.” She grinned as she looked at the note now in her hand. “Oh, flying lessons! Fantastic!”
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Goose and blanket! :p
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