12 Bird brain

(Third pov)

*Peck Peck*

"Stop it…" Lork mumbled, waving his hands in the air

*Peck Peck Peck*

"stop it!--"

*Peck Peck Peck Peck Peck*

"i said STOP IT!!!"

He shot his eyes wide open and grab the nearest object that was within his reach and threw it to the direction where he felt the pecking--

'Eh?' He jolted up from his bed to a seating position, Left right, he stifly moved his head. But the was no one else in the room. 'Then who pecked me?

Just as he asked himself that very question. Like it was some kind of que, an giant oversized pigeon came flying in with a letter on its beak and landed in front of Lork.

*Screech*

''So it was you who woke me up, then?'' Lork mumbled as he look at the bird as if he was Interrogating it

Okay maybe too long,

*screech*

Annoyed by the uncomfortable stare Lork was giving, the bird Screech. It started pulling and messing Lorks already messy hair, messier.  "Ughh… Sorry-- Ouch! Sorry, SORRY I said!" Lork took a pillow and covered his head into cover his head from the upcoming barraging attacks.

Halting its movement for a while. The bird looked down at Lork and started to look at Lork at the same manner on which Lork looked at it. Feeling a tad bit uncomfortable with the stare, Lork apologized again "I already said I'm sorry, right?" this time… a bit desperate.

As if giving off a big snorty pout, the bird drop the letter it was holding to the floor and flew to the desk that was beside the bed that was across Lorks bed.

Feeling bit annoyed at the same time feeling wronged, Lork could only grumbled in displeased.He lazily moved towards the dropped letter scooped it, and went back to his bed.

He opened the letter and read it.

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Dear Lorkhan,

We want to congratulate you on your enrolment to Hogwarts, school of witchcraft and wizardry, and We are very proud of you because of that. (Your dad won't stop blabbering to his friends about you).

We regretted the fact that we couldn't accompany you to Diagon alley and, especially, when you got your first wand. So please accept this Gyrfalcon as our present for your enrolment gift. Don't worry she is already trained so you don't have to feed her all the time. And if you have any questions for us, we are more than happy to answer them. Just write us a letter and just send the letter using Sibyl (Gyrfalcon).

Oh and Lork, we really are sorry for not coming back this past six year. Things on our end wasn't really…. Friendly you see. but thankfully things have died down a bit, so don't worry.

So Lorkhan, do you want to spend Christmas this year with us?  as a family I mean. Your Dad and I really missed you. You don't need to forgive us, but at least let see you?

Stay safe and healthy, love

Your Parents.

×

(Lorkhan's pov)

'Okay… this has went from weird to…. Too sentimental.' I folded the letter and put it on the table beside me, I  frowned my brows 'I'm not sure but. There's definitely something weird with this letter. They never write something like this before-- Yes, they wrote to me and replied back to my letters, but. They never wrote anything this long…

Ugh…, thinking too much about this makes my head hurts. Okay Lork, you could finally see them again this Winter right? So just be happy and don't think too much about it.

I turned my head around and looked at the Sibyl, who was currently cleaning her wings. I took a piece of parchment and wrote a short reply to my parents.

"I'll be seeing you guys soon then"

I fold the letter and put it inside a used envelope, since I don't have a new one right now. I walked towards where Sibyl was and gave her the letter. "Please send this to mom and dad"

Sibyl looked at me for a while before it shook its own head and return back cleaning it's wings.

*Inhale*

sigh...

this is still MORNING!! for damned sake! can't you please let me have ONE peaceful morning without being woken up by Nightmares or Constant struggle with the school works?--

You know what? screw it.

I just left the letter near her and left to take a shower. Hope that the shower could, at least, helped me washing everything off my head.

Constant Nightmares, school assignments are piling up and having no one that I could asked for giving me suggestion on the work really is frustrating. I couldn't ask Lauren because our schedules and different dorm. I couldn't asked 'them' because, why would 'they' care???.

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After finishing a short shower, I wore the school uniform and all of the other required attributes, which I had no idea why they turned partially green and even my vest had an emblem that I didn't know it was there before. [A/N: I really don't have any idea how, this is my personal question].

I took all of the necessary books and stuffs that I needed for the class and dump them all to the pouch that Lauren gave me. After finishing all that, I went to the door and exited this oversized bedroom.

Another day has began!

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(Third pov)

∆[Friendly reminder; You can skip this part, since i'm quite sure those who read HP fanfic's would probably read this a dozen times already, thank you]

There were a hundred and forty-two staircases at Hogwarts: wide, sweeping ones; narrow, rickety ones; some that led somewhere different on a Friday; some with a vanishing step halfway up that you had to remember to jump. Then there were doors that wouldn't open unless you asked politely, or tickled them in exactly the right place, and doors that weren't really doors at all, but solid walls just pretending.

But strangely for Lork, he never had any trouble with them. It was just like, he was already used to it and that his body already remembered every single trap door and exotic staircases there is.

There was also Mrs.Norris, a scrawny, dust-colored cat with bulging, lamp like eyes just like Filch's, her owner. She was cute, according to Lork's strange taste. She patrolled the corridors alone. Break a rule in front of her, put just one toe out of line, and she'd whisk off for Filch, who'd appear, wheezing, two seconds later. Filch knew the secret passageways of the school better than anyone (except for the redhead twins) and could pop up as suddenly as any of the ghosts. The students all hated him, and it was the dearest ambition of many to give Mrs. Norris a good kick.

The classes was filled of new things for the muggle-borns, who never knew magic existed before getting the letter. Like waving your wands and saying weird words.

They had to study the night skies through their telescopes every Wednesday at midnight and learn the names of different stars and the movements of the planets. Three times a week they went out to the greenhouses behind the castle to study Herbology, with a kind little witch called Professor Sprout, where they learned how to take care of all the strange plants and fungi, and found out what they were used for.

And of course, the most boring class from them all was History of Magic, which was taught by the only Ghost Professor. Professor Binns.

Professor Flitwick, the Charms teacher, was a tiny little wizard who had to stand on a pile of books to see over his desk. At the start of their first class he took the roll call, and when he reached Harry's name he gave an excited squeak and toppled out of sight. Lork could only wonder 'who is this Harry, really'

Professor McGonagall was again different. Harry had been quite right to think she wasn't a teacher to cross. Strict and clever, she gave them a talking-to the moment they sat down in her first class. "Transfiguration is some of the most complex and dangerous magic you will learn at Hogwarts," she said. "Anyone messing around in my class will leave and not come back. You have been warned."

∆[Friendly reminder; ends here :p

After she finished her speech. She went towards her table and took out her wand. And with a flick of it, her table changed into a Pig and back again. The entire class was truly impressed by her display, and just couldn't wait to get started-- before getting their hopes utterly destroyed. After taking a lot of complicated notes, they were each given a match and started trying to turn it into a needle.

Many of the students was starting to think that Transfiguration wasn't as easy as they think it was.Their Professor was just that good.

"Bloody hell, mate! You already could do it?" A loud amazed voice sounded from the back

"It's quite easy you know!"

"Okay, now your just being arrogant!"

"Really?"

Lork turned his head back and saw Lauren scratching the back of his head while smirking to the boy next to him. "Good job Mr. Glinderlyn!" The professor complimented Lauren "Wonderfully done. 5 points to Gryffindor!"

Lork looked back at his own match and tried again and again, but he just end up failing miserably.

And At the very end of the class only two students was able to complete the task , Hermione and Lauren, earning the Professor's rare smile.

Next was the class that  everyone had really been looking forward to was Defense Against the Dark Arts, but the professor, Quirrell, lessons turned out to be a bit of a joke. His classroom smelled strongly of garlic, which everyone said was to ward off a vampire he'd met in Romania and was afraid would be coming back to get him one of these days. His turban, he told them, had been given to him by an African prince as a thank-you for getting rid of a troublesome zombie, but they weren't sure they believed this story.

For one thing, when Seamus Finnigan asked eagerly to hear at how Quirrell had fought off the 'troublesome zombies', the Professor's face went pink and started talking about the weather; for another, most of the students had noticed that a funny smell hung around the turban, and the Weasley twins insisted that it was stuffed full of garlic as well, so that Quirrell was protected wherever he went.

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Bonus

In DADA; Lork's first though when arriving to the DADA class to early and the room was filled with Garlic smell.

"That's weird. I'm sure this is the place. But why does this place smells like a kitchen of a Garlic lover"