Closed Owls and Snakes

Mikael Nightray

Mikael Nightray

challenger • look what you made me do • ruthless
 
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Blood Status
Half Blood
Relationship Status
Seeing Somebody
Sexual Orientation
Gryffindor Headache
Wand
Curved 15 Inch Rigid Acacia Wand with Dragon Heartstring Core
Age
01/2047
APPROVAL ID #125078​
Mikael rarely made the trip to the Owlery. There had never been any need to send any letters urgently enough for him to seek out his short-eared owl. He usually left Epione to her own devices and waited for her arrival to send any letters out. Brightstone was nearing, however, and she hadn't returned to see him in a couple of days, so he decided that it would be best to come to her to get the letter to Elio out. His boyfriend was already getting increasingly annoyed with the sparse letters and short replies. He hoped that a package containing his birthday gift and a promise to meet him for Brighstone would at least get his boyfriend to stop pouting and yelling through the letters he was sending. The Owlery was deserted at such a time, extremely preferable since Mikael hated crowds despite being used to them. "Epione," he called for his wayward pet, one that didn't take too long before flying down to perch on his shoulder and had the audacity to start grooming his hair as if he'd been the one who had been away. Such a troublesome pet. Still, he let the bird be for a few moments; it was early enough, and he wasn't in any rush anyway.​
 
Morrie was considering buying herself an owl now she had a regular penpal to write to. The school owls would be fine, but most of them refused to work with her after a few past disagreements that absolutely were not her fault. Although she did still have one option as one owl didn’t seem to mind her as much as the others. She’d even started bringing it treats when she came to send letters.

The problem was that it wasn't her owl, it was a school owl, and not always available when she needed it. Morrie had no idea how much an owl cost, only that she couldn’t afford one yet. But there were ways to get money if she really wanted something. She was thinking exactly that when she stepped into the owlery with her letter in hand. She was looking for her favourite owl but froze when gaze landed on that prefect instead. The one that gave her the creeps and always had a smug look about him that she hated.
 
It had only been a few minutes of blessed silence when the door to the owlery opened. Mikael didn't turn his head to check who it was, they weren't nearly important. If they were - like Annika and Eurydice - they would have made their presence known immediately. So clearly, whoever this was was not worth his time. He did, however think that it was time for Epione to cease her procrastinating and deliver his letter which is why he held out the neat envelope to his owl who finally got the clue and took the letter in her beak before flapping her wings and leaving his shoulder. He turned then, only to see Morrie Ayre standing in the Owlery with him. "Fancy seeing you here of all places," Mikael said, an upturn of his lips, his wand in his left hand, a moment later - used to close the owlery door with a nonverbal spell. When he'd finally gotten Eurydice to tell him what was happening with her, she told him everything, including what had occurred here between her and Ayre. Mikael had been thinking of ways in the last few weeks on how best to send a particular message to Ayre about her... exchanges with Mikael's sister, and this opportunity couldn't have come at a better time. After all, he'd already started to make things just a little bit difficult for the younger Slytherin - nothing yet like what Ayre had done to Eurydice, but Mikael could be patient when he wanted to be. He just had to wait for the right moment - the right opportunity. Like today.​
 
Morrie didn’t startle at the door closing behind her. She didn’t do startling very much. Instead, she moved one hand and tucked it into her robe pocket to clutch her wand ready should she need it. The other holding her letter. “Fancy seeing me here?” she echoed, her voice flat and unimpressed. “It’s an Owlery. People come here to post letters all the time, Michael.” She shook her head, disregarding him. “Now, if you’re done, I’ve got a letter to send.” She looked away from the creepy prefect who she enjoyed calling Michael, and up to the rafters. She started looking for her favourite owl, the one that is usually willing to post her letters.
 
Mikael kept the expression on his face, a flicker of amusement towards a creature that was beneath him. Her attempt at getting on his nerves was pitiful at best. As if she didn't just affirm how much of an idiot she was by completely failing to get his name straight - whether by her own choice or utter lack of comprehension was insignificant. He watched as she took her eyes away from him, a mistake really. She really should have known better than to do that when he had his wand out so blatantly. And done? "Hardly," he said as he silently cast the Slug Vomiting Curse her way. It was indeed ironic that Mikael would run into Ayre here of all places when he'd decided to pay her back for anything and everything that Eurydice had said the Slytherin had done to her. If he was honest, he wanted to do more than just the pesky spells, but unfortunately for him and fortunately for this pest, he was still in school.​
 
Morrie turned away thinking she’d won that small exchange when she heard a spell that she knew well. She'd thrown her own fair share of Slug vomiting hexes at people, but never had she been hit by one. She felt her stomach twist and a revolting slug forced its way up her throat and out of her mouth. She could sense that creepy prefect standing there watching. Spitting between the slime, she managed to say, “You tosser!" She spat, lifting her head and glaring at him through her mess of red hair before vomiting up another slug onto the floor.
 
Mikael had never really fully cast the curse on a person. He'd cast it on training dummies back when he was young, and learned it merely as a stepping stool for more... useful spells. It was good practice in his younger years as far as he was concerned. He'd never really intended to cast such a—in his opinion—juvenile spell on another person when there were more interesting spells to be used—or more effective ones. "Fascinating," he said, mostly amused as Ayre vomited two slugs in consecutive order and he vanished them silently. Made for good practice of the vanishing spell. "Am I now? Well, I suppose that makes two of us," he said as he walked around the Owlery and found the bucket he was looking for. It would be a shame to vanish the contents and leave the owls without food so he hovered the bucket and dumped out the contents before sending it clattering towards Ayre's way. "What was it that you told Eurydice?" A rhetorical question. "Ah, yes. You'll be fine, and it'll pass in twenty minutes. But since you're older than she was, let's aim for at least thirty, shall we?"​
 
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