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[Zennon Baros]

Zennon had never been particularly good at writing letters home, least of all because he was always convinced that he was going to miss out some really important information along the way and his parents were going to pick up on it and ask him more questions than he wanted to answer, still, h knew he probably should have done more of this than he usually did, not that they ever seemed to complain about it. Before, when his Dad was still dancing, it was because they were busy all the time and probably didn't notice when Zennon failed to send updates home, but, this time it was like they had been sending him extra mail to make sure he was aware they knew he knew he wasn't doing it on purpose, or maybe they didn't know and had just gotten particularly specific with their complaints, either way, Zennon had now written a total of five letters just to cover all his cases, as he wasn't totally sure who was going to read them. He certainly hoped they didn't respond all at once as he would far too busy trying to not overwhelm himself with classes. His studying rates had already jumped from where they had sat before and he hated it. He did not like studying at all, but he didn't want to fail. He had a career path that he wanted to follow and he had to make the most of it, who knew what would become of him otherwise.​

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The Owl, his owl, didn't like him very much and always succeeded in either trying to kill him, or at least maiming him enough to make him bleed. He had momentarily considered getting a new owl at one stage, but had never really had the inclination to do so, after all, he couldn't very well blame it. The day he got it he'd accidentally slammed its wing in the cage and it had seemed determined to dislike him since. He had tried to reconcile with it, but clearly reconciliation was not something he was great at, since he now had a list of people he needed to do such with, and it was only proving to grow rather than shrink. As he tried to give the bundle to the owl, which was being suspiciously calm, Zennon almost sighed with relief, until it suddenly lean down and took a good chunk out of his hand. "Son of a-"​

 

[William Kaimarama]

Writing home felt... strange now. William knew it would take a while to get used to. First he had been writing home to his parents, Maddy, and Seb, then only his parents and Seb, and now more of William's family was at Hogwarts than at home. He had needed to cross out a whole paragraph to Seb about the Wild Patch when he had remembered his brother was at Hogwarts, and would be joining that club with him. William had dreaded the thought of Maddy following him into the Wild Patch, but having Seb there would... actually be pretty nice. Seb was much quieter, even though he was smarter than William, so there wouldn't be the same kind of competition for friends he would have to deal with if Maddy was in the meetings. Having removed the errant section and finished up his letter, William ascended to the owlery, entering the room just in time to see a familiar face getting injured. His conversation with Zennon during the rose deliveries last year had been unexpectedly comfortable, so for once William's insecurities didn't hold him back at all as he stepped closer to the other boy. "Are you okay?" He asked, looking down at the injury.

 

[Zennon Baros]

Zennon’s hand immediately went to his chest as he disentangled it from the manipulative little... he didn’t finish the thought as he turned slightly at the sound of someone talking, hand curled in a ball at his chest to protect it from more damage. He’d already tried to apologise to it, but it seemed like the owl was having none of that business and Zennon unfortunately had never really believed in giving animals up simply because you didn’t like their personality. Even still, having scars all over his hand just from this ole was getting a bit old. Sure, most of them healed fine if he got to the hospital wing in time or he happened to have some of the paste on him for cuts, but it still hurt! He noted with some relief that it was someone he knew. A younger Slytherin, William. He’d delivered a rose to the boy last year and he’d seemed upset by something if he recalled right. He wondered if he was feeling better. He sighed and looked down at his hand. “Nope, but I think I have something for this in my pocket somewhere.” He said, moving slightly away from the owl to give himself enough distance to look for it without risking another chunk of his flesh. The owl simply glared at him and took off. He stuck his hand in the pocket of his robes and nodded to himself, pulling the small bottle out and brandishing it at William with a small smile. “This should help, I hope.” Though he wasn’t able to get the top off and looked back over at William. “Sorry, you mind helping a guy out?”​