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100 Stories of a Hufflepuff's 1st year Sa 13+ These stories are made up about Margo Holiday a Hufflepuff 1st year. I may have created her, but the ultimiate creator of this wonderful world and it's themes go to the credit or Ms. J.K. Rowling (thank you). So without futher ado... Herbology…the study of …. Plants. As if that was exciting to anyone. Margo didn’t have a green thumb, infact it was almost black, as in killed every living plant in a ten mile radius. But non the less, herbology was a required course. Margo entered green house one and looked around. She saw the professor enter with a clear pot that had just stems sticking out; and through the glass Margo could see something…moving. She swore she saw what looked like a baby’s hand scrap the pot. She raised her hand “What are those things?” the professor replied smiling “Mandrakes.” |
As a first year, Margo wasn’t allowed to take muggle studies yet, but she had heard a lot about it. With her father being a muggle, and her brother being…well a half muggle Margo had a pretty good idea what muggles were really like and didn’t think she needed a class to tell her how to use a telephone. She was looking at a brochure that had a picture of a battery and electric plugs on it explaining what they were used for. Margo chuckled to herself. “That is one subject I will NOT be taking” she said to herself. |
This was the class that Margo had been looking to, transfiguration! It was going to be the most fun of all, if she could get the hang out it. Today’s lesson? Turning a match into a pin, you would think that would be easy enough. Margo picked up her wand and concentrated with all her might even holding breathing praying that this would work. And then suddenly it happened! Margo looked down at her match/pin and smiled it was so shiny that it looked like it was on fire. NO wait!! It was on fire and so was her desk. |
Margo was certain she would never understand the subject Ancient Runes. How could these tiny little symbols make sense to anyone? They looked like a bunch of jumble, why would anyone want to spend time studying this. Margo had seen a book on the common room table and was curious, so she opened it up and tried her best at translating the first sentence on the page. When she was done she looked to the nearest older student to ask for help. “Blue Monkeys like to swim in the red sea?” That’s can’t be write Margo sighed. Shotty subject ugh. |
Astronomy was slowly becoming Margo’s favorite subject. She loved watching the stars and planets move at night on top of the tower at midnight on Mondays and Wednesdays. It was fun to see what constellations she could find on her own and she was hoping to discover a new. So she was smiling as she set up her telescope for tonight’s viewing. Margo placed her right eye to the lens and looked to the heavens. Searching through the sky right and left and noticed a group of starts that looked like her kitten. “I shall name you my Holiday Kitten” |
Even though Margo was a first year she was already interested in some of the subjects that students couldn’t start until their 3rd. That didn’t stop Margo from going to library and reading all the books she could find about Divination. She loved the idea of being able to predict the future, there was of course no Seer blood in her, but maybe she could be the first! Margo was staring into the crystal ball kept in the library when suddenly and imagine swirled in the fog. What was that? Her kitten perhaps? Some sort of feline that’s for sure. |
Margo made her way to the grounds and noticed a Care of Magical Creatures class. They were looking at unicorns. The adults were pure white and the foal was a golden color. They were created by magic! And Margo was instantly in love, she crept closer to the padlock fence they were in wanting to listen to the lesson. She came even closer, opening the gate just slightly so she could try and touch one. The whole herd sensed freedom and made a break for the open door. The padlock was empty, and the class was staring horror struck. “Oops” |
In potions they were making the shrinking potion. Margo placed her cauldron on the desk and stoked the fire underneath, pulling out her ingredients. She stirred and stirred got a little over zealous with the porcupine quills, the recipe called for 10 but she put in something like 16, maybe 17, but a few extra couldn’t hurt could it? At the end of the lesson she placed a sample on the professor’s desk and turned to walk away, knocking it over and splashing the teacher, causing their nose to ….shrink…and shrink until it was the size of a pinkie toe. |
Defense Against the Dark Arts, something Margo loved in theory, in practice not so much. She didn’t like scary things, but Margo was determined to make the best of everything. When she arrived at class she discovered they were learning about bogarts, be still her heart! What was she most afraid of … Margo thought about all the creepy all the crawling things. Spiders, those were scary, with that in mind Margo stepped up to the plate .. Crack .. and right in front of her was a big pool of water. Margo screamed at the top of her lungs! |
Arithmacy, what the in the world was that? Margo had no clue what the subject was about. She had dabbled in some of the other subjects that were offered to 3rd to 7th years, but this subject was one that didn’t make sense. Margo wasn’t even sure she knew how to pronounce it. She pulled out of the text books to take a look and there was a complex number chart on the first page already. “Can anyone actually understand these?” She asked to no one in particular. There were too many numbers for Margo, she tossed the book aside. |
Margo was fascinated by History of Magic. She was a history buff and loved to learn about past lives. Margo enjoyed remembering the past so people would not make the same mistakes in their future. Her class was studying relatively recent events, the histories of Harry Potter and his defeat of the Dark Lord. This is the past that Margo loved, good defeating evil, the way it should be. Learning about Harry, Ron, and Hermione made Margo want to find two close friends like these and defeat evil all over again. She could do it right? Of course she could! |
The cheering charm is what Margo was working on in Charms. This was another fun course for Margo, and she seemed to have a knack for it. They were working in partners and practicing on each other. That happened often, students who had no idea what they were doing pointing wands at each other. Best way to learn. So when it was Margo’s turn she pointed her wand at her partner, spoke the incantation and waved her wand just the right way. It worked!!! … a little too well, her partner collapsed in a fit of hysterical giggles and smiles! |
Ever since she first arrived at Hogwarts, Margo listened to the other kids talk about Quidditch all the time. This magical sport played on brooms sticks and they were all going to learn how to play it. Margo wasn’t so sure she should up flying around the air, but she was going to give it a whirl. So Margo signed up for the Qudditch try outs and showed up with a borrowed broomstick and wanted to play as the Keeper. That was a good position right? Margo’s knowledge on how to play this sport was pretty much at a zero. |
Margo was determined to uncover all the secrets that Hogwarts had to offer her. There had to be secret tunnels and rooms that no one has ever discovered before right? Maybe Margo could even make a map of the school or something, wouldn’t that be cool? So to start her journey Margo borrowed herself a copy of Hogwarts, A History from the library and began to research everything she could about the castle. The book offered so many things and revealed many secrets and myths about the school. Margo needed to distinguish between fact and fiction for her own knowledge. |
Being as nosy as Margo was she couldn’t help but over hear a conversation about a thing called the ‘Room of Requirement’. From her understanding all you had to do was walk past the room three times stating what your ‘requirement’ of the room and it would be anything you needed or wanted it to be. This was her exactly her type of room, and just another reason why she loved Hogwarts so much, the school had so much to offer. Now all Margo had to do was find this Room of Requirement and she would be golden until graduation. |
Margo was shopping for school supplies, dragon hide gloves were on the list….she had to do a double take, dragon hide? As in killed a dragon for a fire resistant glove? So not cool. Margo would not wear them, she refused, how could we kill a dragon for our own person benefit. We lived in a magical world, wasn’t there just some kind of spell that would make normal gloves fire retardant. Ugh, Margo put her foot down, she drew the line at killing innocent dragons. And she would be having a world with her teachers about such animal cruelty. |
One standard size two pewter cauldron was a requirement on her list of school supplies as first year. But, pewter cauldrons are so last year, what you really needed was a solid gold one!! Those were indestructible, and for Margo’s sake that was the better option, seeing as she was so accident prone. She was examining how pretty they looked. They had a pretty price tag too, but who cared when you were in style!! Margo went to take one off the shelf and realized how heavy they were and dropped it right on her toe! “Ouch!” Margo cried out. |
Since her first day at Hogwarts, Margo had a fascination with the Whomping Willow. The way the tree has actually comes to life and move, and try to attack people was great. Just her kind of sassy tree. Her mission and she chose to accept it was to touch the base of that tree! One day Margo darted out to the tree and was watching the branches move and sway, it looked like a dance. When she thought she had the pattern memorized Margo took off …. and made it all the way! Now the real problem, getting back out! |
The thing Margo was looking forward to the most was her wand. She NEEDED one to feel like a witch. This was her shining moment, when she stepped into Olivanders’ shop. The tape measure flew up and started taking measurements everywhere, her height, arm length, legs, and then her…nostrils? What in the world did it need to know that for! Margo giggled and then a man stepped around the counter and offered her a wand. Margo took the wand and felt nothing….waving it around she set her shoes on fire instead. This was going to be harder than it looked. |
Margo couldn’t wait to go to Hogsmeade. She had heard so much about Zonko’s joke shop and the Shrieking Shack that Margo nearly skipped down the lane toward the village. Everything about the town screamed excited and fun for students. Margo entered the Three Broomsticks and ordered herself a butter beer, a drink she had never tried before. It tasted so sweet Margo was never going to drink anything else. She ordered one more and tried to carry it back from the village and ended spilling it all down the front of her robes. “Maybe I don’t’ like the village” |
Veela had to be the prettiest thing Margo has ever seen. How could anyone ever feel worthy enough in front of these wonderful creatures or women, whichever way you look at them. Margo had first met one named Aphrodite, which was perfect, seeing as Margo loved Greek mythology as well, on a trip around the world with her mother one summer. Ever since meeting the veela woman Margo was determined to be as pretty. “How do you become a veela?” Margo asked her mother one day. “You can’t become one, you are born one darling” Her mother explained to her. |
A kneazle looked like it would be a great pet. She loved her kittens so much; after all they were a similar species. They could be interbred right? Plus Margo heard that these creatures could help you find your way home. With that Margo marched herself to the pet store in Diagon Alley to find herself one. Upon entering the shop Margo took herself immediately to the right section and began looking at these majestic creatures. She found herself one that was orange and spotted. She loved him instantly, and her love for Greek mythology helped her name him Hermes. |
Margo was excited to have her visit with the stars and to watch the heavens. Setting up her telescope Margo was bouncing on the balls of her feet smiling as she placed the telescope in its stand. Margo looked to the sky and saw a shooting star, placing her right eye, toward the eye piece of the scope to get a closer look at this wondrous beauty. It truly was a miracle to see, this is why Margo loved to mysteries of space. “When you wish upon a star” Margo started singing, “I hope I’m a good witch” she wished. |
Margo loved being close to the kitchens. She could sneak in and the house elves would help her get all kinds of snacks. It was great! So Margo entered by tickling the pear and the door knob appeared. “Would you’s like a snack Misses?” The house elf asked her as soon as she entered, it was less than a minute and these creatures were already so willing to help her. Margo couldn’t help but feel some love for them. They were so sweet and innocent. Margo smiled at the elf, she was beginning to remember their names. “Yes please Jules” |
“Holiday, Margo” Her name was called to walk up toward the Sorting Hat. Margo wasn’t so sure that they should have to sorted in front of the whole school. I mean how embarrassing if the hat placed her in Slytherin. Margo was thinking about the Sorting Hat’s song. For Hufflepuff hard workers, most worthy of admission, you might belong in Hufflepuff, where they are just and loyal. This sounded like Margo, she was a fierce friend, her mother wanted her in Ravenclaw, but that did not sound like her true self. Waiting while holding her breath, the Hat said “Hufflepuff” |
“Quill…Quill…..where in the name of Merlin is my Quill” Margo said pulling all her text books out of her bag looking for her quill. She needed it to take notes in History of Magic, how would she ever remember all those facts, dates, and names if she didn’t have anything to write with. Margo pulled out everything and her bag was empty, well how could she have forgotten her favorite eagle feather quill. It was one her mother had used and passed on, Margo loved it and hoped it wasn’t lost. Looking down Margo found it on the floor. “Eureka” |
Margo never wanted an owl. They were useful, but kittens were much cuter and more fun. But one day while shopping around the Alley, Margo saw the most beautiful looking owl swoop into the pet shop. Following it in Margo searched for its perch, spotting it she went right over. It was male snowy white owl, at least that’s what the tag said about it. Margo wanted that owl, she needed him. When she reached up to touch him, the bird took flight again and this time it pooped on her. “EEEWWWWW” Margo screamed, so much for that stupid owl. |
What could Margo do with a time turner? She had always wanted one, just because! Who wouldn’t want to be two places at once? Margo’s mother had one for work; her mother was doing research on them. Margo had snuck into her parent’s room she was going to do. Stop herself from using her mother’s makeup and getting in trouble. Then she wouldn’t be grounded right? So placing the time turner around her neck Margo was just about to turn the dial back twice. That was two hours right? Margo didn’t really know, but just then her mother woke up. |
Margo may be young, but she simply had too many thoughts and memories bouncing around her brain. She was always thinking of her life at Hogwarts and her life back home. Margo wished she could forget half the things. How could she go about getting them out of her head? Then Margo remembering hearing about something called a Pensieve. Now how in the world would she be able to getting one of those? Margo thought she remembered seeing one in a Professor’s office….maybe if she just snuck in there….. Forget it having her memories were better than getting into trouble. |
The start of the term feast was so exciting. Margo has officially been sorted in to Hufflepuff and joined the table of badgers eating their way through the magnificent feast that lay before them. Margo couldn’t help but smile as she saw her new ‘family’ before her. Pulling every type of food that she had ever seen and many she had never heard of before toward her ready to eat. “Who makes all this?” Margo asked smiling The Fat Friar the Hufflepuff ghost turned toward her. “The house elves make the feast of course” “Well I have to thank them.” |
Margo wanted to shop for some dress robes. She wanted to look nice in case there was any school dances, they didn’t happen often but Margo needed to be the prettiest first year. Heading straight for the pink section Margo was getting ready to pick one out. Margo picked out a pair that were bright pink and had a low cut back. Trying them on, the back was more nonexistent than anything low cut. Margo loved them, stepping out of the dressing room her mother said. “Not a chance, those are to revealing” Pouting Margo returned to the dressing room. |
To get into the Hufflepuff common room there were a bunch of barrels and you had to pick the right one and tap on it. Margo was having a really hard time remember which was which, and if you tapped on the wrong one you got a washing a butter beer or pumpkin juice all over you, not easy to get out! So bouncing in Margo needed to get into her common room to get started on some homework, but which one was it? The second to the left and one up from the bottom right? WHOOSH!!!! “Nope!” Margo cried |
Margo struggled to get to the History of Magic classroom, with that swamp in front of, she wasn’t so sure that, that particular classroom should be allowed to stay there. There had to be other empty rooms to get to right? So Margo stepped onto the raft was trying to calm her nerves enough to start rowing across. It was hard for her, she loved history, but this was one classroom that might just be too much for her. Shaking with fear Margo gave a small whimper and the raft tipped right over! “The classroom is impossible to get to!” |
Margo was doing a little research in the library, just to learn a little more history on Hogwarts and famous witches and wizards. Margo came across the word Parseltongue, and discovered that it was the ability to talk to snakes, and that the great Harry Potter was one. Dear Merlin, how cool would that be, to talk to snakes. Margo wondered if you could learn how to. So looking at some of the ‘words’ of snakes she decided to give it a try. “hah, shaw, see heath.” Margo just ended spitting and foaming at the mouth, making her look rabid. |
She never did understand the hype about ‘purebloods’. Honestly there wouldn’t be any wizards or witches left in the world if they hadn’t married muggles. Margo was tired of this nonsense; purebloods being better than others, it wasn’t true. Just because her father was a muggle didn’t make her any less magical. Plus Margo doubted if all these people claiming to be ‘purebloods’ actually were what were the chances those families still existed? Slim to none! “Half blood and proud of it!” Margo stated during a discussion of heritage, she was NOT going to let the purebloods get her down. |
Margo loved Muggles, she was a half of one, so how could she not!! Plus her brother didn’t get accepted at Hogwarts so she had more in her family! All though if she was being honest, Margo also loved that she had a wand. Ever since she found out she was going away to Hogwarts, Margo had watched muggles with such affection. How could she ever go back to that life style during the holidays she didn’t know. Her poor father and brothers, muggles, with no wand….now she was just sounding selfish, her mother would not approve of such thoughts. |
Margo dreamed she would become and Animagus, she read about them and loved the idea. Only being a first year, Margo was sure she would never be able to accomplish this, but if she study hard and practiced maybe she could eventually!! She would become a cat that was 100 percent for sure! Just like the great Professor McGonagall. Margo went to the library to research where to begin. She found a book and was looking through the pictures, some of them looked rather gruesome! Like they were in pain or something. “Just kidding, I don’t want to do this.” |
It had been Margo’s dream to know what her own patronus would look like. She imagined it would be a cat of some sort, maybe just a little kitten. She loved her kittens! So she had been practicing for a long time to see what it would be. She heard the spell cast before “Expecto Patronum” ….at least she thought that’s what it was, maybe she was saying it wrong. Saying the incantation and casting the spell did nothing thought. Maybe Margo was too little for something like this. A first year after all probably couldn’t produce a real patronus. |
Margo often wondered how she would fair in a duel. She knew some magic, but probably not enough to win one. First years didn’t really know much about anything. And it’s not like she could duel with her brothers at home. Mason wasn’t accepted, and Marcus was too young to know yet. But just in case anything every happened Margo was going to be ready for a duel, she had practiced many curses like the Leg locker and jelly legs. It would be epic and she was determined to win….. that is if it ever came down to a duel. |
Spells, spells, and more spells, that’s all Margo heard anymore. Everywhere she went in the castle that’s all anyone talked about. Her Friends and professors were just trying to shove more spells down her throat. She had, had enough saying spells, reading about spells, researching new spells, trying to remember forgotten spells. Had she said the word SPELLS enough times in one stupid day at this castle! Margo was a little tired of all the hustle and bustle of learning so much. She needed a break from it all and she needed to not have to think about anymore spells. |
In care of magical creatures lesson they were studying thestrals. Some horse like creature that was more skeleton than an actual animal, at least that’s the description Margo had received. Apparently you had to see someone kick the bucket in order to see them and much to Margo’s relief that had never happened to her … yet. Walking to her lesson, Margo saw the professor standing alone in a padlocked fence. Margo stepped into the fence and flat out ran into something, but yet there was nothing there. “What is going on?” Margo asked. “That’s a thestral” The professor responded. |
One of Margo’s favorite things to do was watch portraits move. She loved that they could go from one frame to another as if they were connected. She wondered if the people in the portraits knew that they were just a moving picture. Margo felt sad thinking that deeply into it, they seemed so real and so alive, but yet, really they were not. Tears came to Margo’s eye one day while she was watching a group of young children play ring around the rosy. She wanted so much for their lives, and they were a picture on a canvas. |
Margo was in trouble and she had been sent to see the headmistress. She was shaking in her boots, or rather sneakers. She was terrified, what if the headmistress decided to expel her? Come on, dropping a dung bomb or two…or ten shouldn’t warrant her going to the headmistress right? How could she have found herself in so much trouble in her first year already? Some students went their whole Hogwarts careers without doing this walk of shame. Trudging up toward the gargoyles standing guard to the entrance to the office Margo said the password and waited for her fate. |
Margo had heard rumors that there was a flying Ford Anglia that was running wild in the forbidden forest. She was hoping to get a chance to see it. She had heard the story about how it got there, back with the great Harry and Ron were at Hogwarts. So creeping up close to the edge of the forest trying to figure where the best place would be to see a car that could operate on its own. Margo thinking she saw a flash of blue, she dove into the trees and was rewarded with a sighting of that blue car. |
Margo had every intention of spending every single knut of her pocket money at Honey Dukes shop. Margo had such a sweet tooth it was a little ridiculous. It was a wonder that she didn’t have diabetes already at the ripe old age of eleven. But none the less Margo bounced into the shop and began looking around for her favorite thing in the whole world. Licorice wands! She loved those things! Licorice was good in any shape really, but put it in the shape of a wand and you had not only a snack but a fun toy too! |
Margo had detention in the dungeons. She had been caught dropping dung bombs in the common. Apparently that was frowned upon. So Margo was marching her way toward the dungeons. She had been instructed to go to the dungeon room five or something like that. So turning to descend the stairs Margo was walking…and walking…and walking. She kept looking around but couldn’t find what she was looking for, and before she knew it Margo was lost in the dungeons. She began to panic and ran screaming “AHHHHHHH” she yelled circling around looking for a way out of these dreadful dungeons |
Margo had never traveled by portkey. She was a little nervous when her mother suggested, this was the way to go. Margo stepped up to the old newspaper that was their portkey. They were leaving at half past nine to get to their grandmother’s house. So at 9:27 Margo placed her right index finger upon the newspaper and waiting. She wasn’t sure what was going to happen, but counting down the time, just one minute left to go, now thirty seconds, just ten…..five, four, three two one! Margo felt a hook behind her navel and her feet leave the ground. |
Margo went to show about Leprechauns, they arched a rainbow of colors above them. Margo was loving it, but then it started to rain, it was going to ruin everything. But no, it wasn’t actually rain; gold gaellons were falling from the sky! It was amazing! Margo was scrambling all around her to pick up as many of the coins as she could reach. She was RICH, she was going to finally buy those purple dress robes she wanted so badly. But then her mother said. “You know those will vanish right?” Margo’s face fell as she emptied her pockets. |
Margo wanted to go to the Yule Ball so badly. She had dress robes already they were a beautiful purple color. She had planned for it, until she saw that it was only for fourth year and above. WHAT!!!!!!! Margo nearly cried, this couldn’t be right, she had to go, she just had to! Margo was desperate she knew who she really wanted to ask….but he was much too old for her and as far as she knew was still seeing someone. Ugh, Margo needed to get him out of her head and find a different date the Yule Ball. |
Margo was trembling from head to foot. They were working on the boggarts again in Defense Against the Dark Arts. She and tangoed with this these creatures before and she was left nearly catatonic. Margo walked in to the class room where the Boggart was focused on someone else as a giant spider. Now that was scary to, but then as Margo’s turn crept closer and closer, she was shaking like a leaf. Her fear though not scary to others terrifies her. CRACK! The creepy crawling swamp, pond like thing was back in front of her trying to drown her. |
Margo wanted to take acting classes. She was dramatic enough for this kind of career. So she had heard that Hogwarts had a club for acting! Margo headed for the trophy room where it was going to be held. Margo brought along a fake skull for her entrance, just like a Shakespeare play. Margo smiled at her costume. She burst into the room shouting “To be or to not be” And looked around. “I believe you’re in the wrong room Ms.” A professor said gesturing to the older class studying for OWL’s. Margo blushed deep red and left the room. |
Margo had never in her life been accused of being a bore. But that was the case today, and she was not going to stand for it. Many things she had been called but a bore? No sir, no her! So making sure to make a big scene Margo bounced into the great all and threw a bowl of mashed potatoes onto someone, she didn’t even know who the student was, but then she took off running as a full scale food fight broke out in front of her! Ha, she would NEVER again be accused of being a bore. |
So it has been said, if you chased boys around the yard you liked them or something rather silly like that? But she hardly believed it. Seriously Margo only chased the boys she didn’t like, to get them away from her, when they thought they were being fun or silly. Ugh, boys, most of them were icky anyway. So one day she was ready a book by the lake when a boy she didn’t even know came up to her and took her book. Margo chased him all the way across the lake and that’s when “K-I-S-S-I-N-G” sing song started. |
Margo could not back down from a dare. She thrived on the adrenaline that came with dares. So when she was dared by her fellow Hufflepuffs to enter the Forbidden Forest she instantly said yes. Coming to the edge of the tree line, Margo could hear the sounds of beasts amongst the trees. She was nervous now and shaking like a leaf. But she couldn’t back down, not with so many people watching her. She took a deep breath and dove in, spending just a minuet in the trees before becoming too scared to continue and ran out screaming. “AAAAAAHHHHHHH” |
Margo needed to stir up some trouble, she felt it in her bones that if she didn’t cause a little stir she would go crazy. At least that’s what Margo thought! So without further ado, Margo marched into the great all with a smile on her face and a dozen eggs hidden behind her back. She scanned the staff table, no one was looking just yet, and she hoped that she would get the first one thrown without the teachers noticing. Picking and egg up in her head she threw it at no one in particular and shouted “EGG ON” |
Margo didn’t get into fights with people. She usually avoided the confrontation, she preferred to make friends with everyone, but there was one boy in her year that just was annoying beyond measure. He would constantly pick on her, and one day Margo had had enough. Throwing her wand to the side, she resorted to muggle dueling just with fists. She was throwing punches into her belly left and right doing her best to cause as much damage as possibly, meanwhile a group of students had formed around them all chanting “Fight, Fight, Fight” That’s when the teachers showed up. |
Goblins gave Margo the heebie-jeebies. They always seem so mean, so when she ran out of money and needed to visit her vault at Gringots she was terrified. It never got any easier coming here. As she entered of the goblins looked directly at her and Margo froze …. It was like a basalik has looked at her instead of a goblin. Her heart began to race as the creature moved closer to her. “Can we help you miss?” The goblin asked … “AHHHHHH” Margo screamed and took off running to the door. “Bit of an overreaction” the Goblin sneered. |
“Hoot Hoot” … There it was again, Margo heard the cry of an owl outside of her dormitory for the last two hours. It was maddening! She was trying to sleep and the owl wouldn’t go away. “Hoot Hoot” That was it, Margo couldn’t stand it for even another second. She got out of bed, marched over to her window, threw it open and screamed. “GO AWAY BIRD.” It was then and adorable little screech owl soared through the night and landed on her arm. “Hoot Hoot” it sang to her one more time before flying off into the night. |
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