Owl Post.

[Brendan Makintyre]

Brendan decided he would just sit back and relax for a while, watching more people come in for breakfast. He really couldn't be bothered running, even though the sun was coming out. Not many Gryffindor's were sitting at their table, well not many he knew. He wondered weather or not they were having breakfast at all. Bored, he started tune out everything and try and maybe get some rest with his eyes open. In the progress he heard Tabitha sigh and wondered why.

"What's the matter?" He asked casually, a little curious.

To him the sigh sounded like a disappointed slash worrisome.
He crossed his arms and turned his head, once again, to Tabitha.

[Tabitha Lawson]

It was a moment before Tabitha realized that it was Brendan's voice that she had heard, and a moment more before she registered that he had been talking to her. Looking up and back to him, she forced a smile and said in a falsely cheery voice, "Oh, it's nothing. My owl, Farica, isn't back yet, that's all."

There was really no need to tell anyone else, after all -- either they would worry when they had no cause to or they would try to cheer her up, and neither was particularly favorable to the fifteen-year-old at the moment. The smile itself looked perfectly normal, but Tabitha avoided eye contact, and the look in her own eyes betrayed her worry.

[Brendan Makintyre]

Brendan didn't believe Tabitha when she said 'it was nothing.' Instead of bringing up the subject, which was obvious that Tabitha didn't want to talk about, he just gave her one of his famous cheeky smiles and said "Right. I'm sure it's nothing."

More and more owls came in with post for the newcomers. One poor unfortunate first year Ravenclaw had gotten a howler. Many Ravenclaw's around him laughed, he just look at it with a horror struck face going slightly red. The laughter soon died down when the howler started bellowing. All Brendan could hear from it was "How dare you!" and "Your foolish boy!" The voice sounded like a very, deep mans voice, who was furious at the small boy for some reason. Fortunately, Brendan had never had a howler before so he wouldn't know what it was like to be screamed at by a piece of enchanted parchment. His mother would definitely not give him one. She was more into the nice, calm, disappointed talk that made you feel really guilty and made you feel bad about what you had done even more. Brendan often got this talk when he was younger but he hadn't had it in a while. Maybe he was getting more mature?

[Tabitha Lawson]

Tabitha's eyes narrowed slightly as she tried to read Brendan's expression. She was certain that he did not believe her, and even wondered if she had caught a hint of sarcasm in his voice. However, he made no effort to press her for information, so she let her guard down and continued stabbing at the grapefruit for a moment.

Then the fifteen-year-old was torn from her reverie by a sound like an explosion from the Ravenclaw table. It seemed that a first year boy had gotten a Howler, which was proclaiming the boy's alleged wrongs to the entire school. She shook her head and returned to mutilating the grapefruit, murmuring, "Some people..." She could not understand why any parent would want to publicly embarrass their child like that. Certainly, her parents knew nothing of Howlers or the like as they were solidly based in the Muggle world, but she knew that neither of them would send her one for anything short of murder if they did. Her father prefered to have her make reparations for whatever wrongs she had done, and Tabitha didn't think that her mother had ever raised her voice in her life. She was just too quiet.

As this thought struck Tabitha, memories of the day that she had received the letter from Hogwarts popped into her head. Her father insisting on reading the letter over and over, then calling the postman to try and find a return address so that he could know who was pulling such a prank; her mother, sitting silently on the couch, almost forgetting to breathe, with a dazed expression on her face; and Tabitha herself, watching the two of them and then glancing out the window to the eagle owl that was perched on the birdbath in the front yard.

Tabitha couldn't help but smile at this, even as she stabbed moodily at the innocent grapefruit that had become the recipient of her aggression. Somehow, she had never doubted the letter when it had told her of her true destiny. Somewhere inside, she had known that it was the truth, even though her parents had virtually had dual heart attacks at first.

Suddenly it struck her that she had said virtually nothing for several minutes, and Tabitha looked over at Brendan again. "Oh, sorry," she said with a slight smile. "I completely zoned out there for a minute. Don't worry, though, the aliens from Pluto didn't come and steal my brain or anything."

[Nayau Zanther]

The great hall was slowly filling with tired students, just out of bed. The owls were delivering letters to the students who were up early enough to recieve it.

Zanther had no time to eat this morning she needed to find a particular student. She scaned the hall for him. She found his sitting at the Gryffindor table talking to a fellow Gryffindor.

"Brendan." She said in a serious tone. "I need to to follow me to my office please."

[Brendan Makintyre]

Once the Ravenclaw table settled Brendan stopped watching and stared at his plate. He was starting to get quite bored. With nothing else to do he started to stab his knife into his dirty napkin. He looked out of the corner of his eye and saw a figure standing next to him that looked alot like Professor Zanther.

His stabbing started to get slower as he tried to think what he had done this time. He couldn't think of anything. He had already been told off for any rule breaking he had done recently. He put down his knife and looked at her slowly.

"I haven't done anything Professor, I swear." He said, a little perplexed.