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sweetpinkpixie · 11-20-2025, 03:37 AM

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Originally Posted by The Narrator

That's right. Boo Berry was very proud of this log. It usually held tasty buggies and wormies underneath, that went great with the feast the big hooman gave them.

Their head tilted quivocally at the hooman on the floor. Was there something wrong? Flapping their arms?

POOF

This stick of theirs they dropped looked important. His beak closed around the wand to hold up. It was a tough stick, it would go great with the log. Turning they waddled over behind the big log with great speed. Would the hooman follow them?

Bria blinked as the Diricawl disappeared and reappeared beside a very well polished twig of some sort. Actually, it looked less like a twig and more like a wand...only why would there be a wand over here on the ground like that? Unless someone had dropped it - like she had while all high up on a chair like earlier. That wasn't happening this time though because she knew that her wand was tucked perfectly securely in her armpit due to the Diricawl flapping mimicry she had been doing.

Except there was something about the stick that caught her attention as the Diricawl moved, causing her to unfold her arms and untuck her hands from her armpits - empty, her hand was empty.

"Oh," she whispered. "Oh no. Nonononoooooo... please tell me that is not my—" Bria’s soul left her body, not for herself, but the safety of the Diricawl. "That IS my wand!" she gasped, but it was too late—the Diricawl had already spun around and with surprisingly speedy smug little waddles running off. "Chrrr-CHIT-CHIT! Trrrrrrrrip! …No! No no, that’s not a stick! That is mine!" she warbled, the bird-calls getting increasingly desperate as she skittered after them. "BwrREEEP? Tchrrrr-chrrr-CHREEE! Please! I need that for learning things! I can’t cast spells with a twig, I tried when I was three and it did not work! Chrrr-ROW-ROW... COME BACK! Sir... ma'am... your log majesty..."

11-20-2025, 03:37 AM	#35 (permalink)
sweetpinkpixie Wizarding World RPG Admin Gladrags Mod Minister for Magic Alley Proprietor Leprechaun Join Date: Aug 2010 Location: The Paths Posts: 40,845 Hogwarts RPG Name: Professor Cox Ravenclaw Graduated Hogwarts RPG Name: Briallen Ashburry-Hawthorne Gryffindor Third Year Hogwarts RPG Name: Nyle Harden Hufflepuff Fourth Year Hogwarts RPG Name: Iris Harden Ravenclaw Fourth Year Hogwarts RPG Name: Calliope Barrington Slytherin Third Year Ministry Department Head: Charles Hollingberry Minister's Office Ministry Department Head: Airey Flamsteed Mysteries Diagon Alley Proprietor: Zachaël Lufkin Owl Post x12 x12	astronomizzle ♧ gryffinDORK \| & the rest is drag ♣ #badluckDerf Quote: Originally Posted by The Narrator That's right. Boo Berry was very proud of this log. It usually held tasty buggies and wormies underneath, that went great with the feast the big hooman gave them. Their head tilted quivocally at the hooman on the floor. Was there something wrong? Flapping their arms? POOF This stick of theirs they dropped looked important. His beak closed around the wand to hold up. It was a tough stick, it would go great with the log. Turning they waddled over behind the big log with great speed. Would the hooman follow them? Bria blinked as the Diricawl disappeared and reappeared beside a very well polished twig of some sort. Actually, it looked less like a twig and more like a wand...only why would there be a wand over here on the ground like that? Unless someone had dropped it - like she had while all high up on a chair like earlier. That wasn't happening this time though because she knew that her wand was tucked perfectly securely in her armpit due to the Diricawl flapping mimicry she had been doing. Except there was something about the stick that caught her attention as the Diricawl moved, causing her to unfold her arms and untuck her hands from her armpits - empty, her hand was empty. "Oh," she whispered. "Oh no. Nonononoooooo... please tell me that is not my—" Bria’s soul left her body, not for herself, but the safety of the Diricawl. "That IS my wand!" she gasped, but it was too late—the Diricawl had already spun around and with surprisingly speedy smug little waddles running off. "Chrrr-CHIT-CHIT! Trrrrrrrrip! …No! No no, that’s not a stick! That is mine!" she warbled, the bird-calls getting increasingly desperate as she skittered after them. "BwrREEEP? Tchrrrr-chrrr-CHREEE! Please! I need that for learning things! I can’t cast spells with a twig, I tried when I was three and it did not work! Chrrr-ROW-ROW... COME BACK! Sir... ma'am... your log majesty..." __________________ We broke into a million pieces, and we can't go back......................................... But now we're seeing all the beauty in the broken glass..................................... The scars are part of me, darkness and harmony My voice without the lies, this is what it sounds like