 Yeahhh, Mr White! Yeah science!
Willow made her way into the owlery once again in search of Goliath. She was getting worried. The wee owl should have come straight to her or her sister when he arrived here. She took a look all around her, turning on the spot to get a good look at all the owls in turn. She squinting up at the high roof housing lots of dozing owls. “Goliath?” She said softly, not wanting to disturb the sleeping owls; nothing. “Goliath.” She said a little louder; still nothing.
She bit her bottom lip. Now she was worried. Not sure what to do now, she drew her wand and muttered the incantation “Accio Goliath.” Well... it was worth a try; ...but alas, nothing happened. She pocketed her wand, looking a little defeated. Where was the poor wee bird? She sighed and shook her head, sniffing back a tear. Her dad would be devastated if anything had happened to his owl... and it would all be Willow's fault.
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