[Hogwarts Between] Cyrus Goes Shopping

[Margaret Dean]

> > > > > > > > "You said I could have an owl, dad. Could I get an owl?" asked
> > > > > > > > Cyrus. "Pleeeease?"
> > > > > > >
> > > > > > > "Why, of course!" said Eugene, beaming.  "That way your mother and
> > > > > > > I know we'll hear from you regularly, don't we?"
> > > > > >
> > > > > > "Yeah, dad. Sure." said Cyrus.
> > > > > >
> > > > > > >
> > > > > > > Eugene led Cyrus down the street, continuing, "Eeylops 
> > > isn't far.  They
> > > > > > > specialize in owls."
> > > > > > >
> > > > > Eeylops Owl Emporium sold owls and supplies such as owl treats. The
> > > > > inside was dark and full of a low, soft hooting, rustling and the
> > > > > flickering of "jewel-bright eyes." [PS Ch.5] Among the types of owls
> > > > > sold are Tawny, Screech, Barn, Brown, and Snowy.
> > > > >
> > > > > A man wearing round, thick glasses whispered to an owl on his arm.  He
> > > > > looked rather like an owl himself, with his shoulders bunched up and
> > > > > his white laboratory coat sprinkled with various feathers and a few
> > > > > droppings.  He and the owl both looked like they've been ruffled a
> > > > > bit, and were calming down.
> > > > >
> > > > > The store was amazingly empty, though the cashier slipping away for a
> > > > > moment to have a break might have lead one to believe a rush had just
> > > > > ended.
> > > > >
> > > > Cyrus looked around, eyes wide, at the long rows of cages stacked
> > > > precariously one on top of another. He had never known so many
> > > > different owls existed.
> > >
> > > "Good morning, good morning," Eugene meanwhile greeted the man 
> > > with the owl.  "Though I suppose it's afternoon by now, isn't 
> > it? >  My boy here is looking for his first owl.  Hogwarts 
> > student, you > know," he ended confidingly.
> >
> > "Yes, of course," the olwish man said dryly, tilting his head to look
> > at Eugene.  "Well, look about, see which one speaks to you.  There's
> > more in the back, should no one out here want to go with..."  He waved
> > his hand around, and the owl on his arm squaked in bitter complaint.
> >
> Cyrus wandered up and down the isles, looking at snowy owls and 
> tawny owls, owls of every shape, size, and color. "I... I dunno, 
> dad." said Cyrus, looking fearfully into the eyes of a particularly 
> large horned owl.

"Maybe you'd like to start out with something a little bit smaller," suggested his father.


--Margaret Dean
  <margdean56 at operamail.com>


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