Dweller

“It’s only the second time this term,” he replied with no real eagerness to defend his mistake in his tone. It was no secret that some found the Weasley girl frigid, but Lorcan shared no such sentiment. He never thought ill of her and didn’t understand how anyone could. Then again, he didn’t harbor hate or resentment for anyone.

“What are you reading?”

“Didn’t the semester just start?” She finally tore her eyes from the pages to glance at Lorcan, one eyebrow raised. Anyone else might have taken the slight void in her tone as cold, but that wasn’t the true case. It was the tone she’d adopted a long time ago. In her experience, it had kept her sensitivity at bay. “It’s about the goblin rebellion. Very detailed.”

Lorcan’s smile widened even further as he nodded gleefully. “In that case, we have a preferred venue in common.” He naturally found himself drawn to the bustling of the forest and all the animal cries, both familiar and foreign. “We’ll save it for last. The greenhouses are closest. Gilbert travels a lot, but takes lots of breaks. We should get moving to catch him.” He returned to his brisk pace heading outside the hall and for the castle doors. Normally, he would’ve stopped to watch tiny grains of sand slip through the House point counter, but there was no time for dawdling.

“Does he fly off like this a lot?” Symphony asked, picking up an equally brisk pace to keep up with him. She didn’t mind, usually being a pretty quick walker anyway. “I kind of get the impression you’ve had to do this before.” 

As they walked, she slipped a ponytail holder off her wrist and tied her hair back. She always took the precaution before going into the greenhouses, lest her hair be caught by a sentient vine or dunked into some kind of corrosive sap. 

“I’m glad I never have to worry about Firewhiskey wandering off on me. He’s too much of a mama’s boy.” 

“Gilbert just likes his freedom. Hogwarts is the only place where he has to be caged sometimes. Back home, he’ll fly around the forest for days. I won’t see him for weeks sometimes.”

The boy scampered across the Great Hall with a wide panic growing in his eyes and a fake mouse toy jumping between either of his hands. The lunch buffet wafted into his nostrils, but he focused more towards the enchanted ceiling and the beautiful autumn sky it pretended to be.

“Has anyone seen an really big owl?” he asked causally with a big grin.

Originally posted by teenwolf–imagines

Victoire sucked on her bottom lip as she was scanning the pages of a particularly detailed book about the 1612 goblin rebellions. Lorcan was one of the few people who didn’t seem to be abashed by her presence, and such his approach didn’t confuse her like it would had he been someone else. “You’ve lost your owl again?”

“What are you reading?”

Lorcan blushed on behalf of his lost pet. Compliments paid to the animals he loved were way better than getting compliments himself. “He could definitely be outside,” he agreed as he took several small steps towards the doors. “But if he is, it’ll take all day to find him. He likes the Quidditch pitch, the forest, and the fourth Herbology greenhouse for some reason.” He’d ask Lysander for his help, but he couldn’t ever get his brother to himself for more than a few minutes these days.

“I’ll help you look.” Symphony offered without hesitation, taking a couple large steps to stay at Lorcan’s side as he moved towards the door. She never had a problem helping, and she liked keeping busy. It was like a scavenger hunt - find the owl! “I know the Quidditch pitch and the greenhouses pretty well.” She put on a stage whisper, and gave him a playful wink. “And if you can keep a secret, I’m know the forest pretty well, too.” 

“That’s what you’d think, right?” he replied with his face still pointed upward. In all honesty, this mess was entirely Lorcan’s fault. His European Eagle owl, Gilbert, was crafty and probably knocked his cage over on purpose in order to get an extra castle flyover. His owner hadn’t paid him close enough attention when he should have been vigilant.

“He’s got huge brown wings, pretty grey eyes, and loves this to death.” Lorcan squeaked the mouse toy in the girl’s face.

Originally posted by acvrosstheuniverse

“He sounds charming.” Symphony waved the toy away from her face, and looked thoughtful. If she were a big owl with pretty eyes, where would she go? Probably not the Great Hall during lunch, when it was so crowded. “He’s probably outside, you know. Birds aren’t usually big on the indoors. Or he could be back in the Owlery, piggin’ out out on bird seed.” 

“Has anyone seen an really big owl?” he asked causally with a big grin.

The boy scampered across the Great Hall with a wide panic growing in his eyes and a fake mouse toy jumping between either of his hands. The lunch buffet wafted into his nostrils, but he focused more towards the enchanted ceiling and the beautiful autumn sky it pretended to be.

“Has anyone seen an really big owl?” he asked causally with a big grin.

Originally posted by teenwolf–imagines

Symphony watched Lorcan scamper by with an amused grin. She always enjoyed when someone made a scene. Abandoning her lunch, she strolled over to him, happy to help. 

“A really big owl?” She raised an eyebrow. “Well if it’s that big, it can’t be that hard to spot, right?” 

“He’s got huge brown wings, pretty grey eyes, and loves this to death.” Lorcan squeaked the mouse toy in the girl’s face.