by Sacred Guardian » Sunday 23 February 2003 9:45:14pm
"great job"
*looks up and see and eagle owl flying overhead*
"Martre, down hear"
*the owl flies down with a long parcel in it's claws, it drops the parcel in my hand waits for me to pet it then soars off to the owlery. i start to tear back the brown paper and i see a note, i open the note, it reads*
::Dear C,
Congratulations on making the Hufflepuff team, you can't ride on the Nimbus 2001 that your brother's dog chewed up, so we got you this. Hope you like it, make us proud.
Mom and Dad::
*I rip the rest of it open and i see a red broom handle with perfectly aligned birch twigs, i realize what it is and i flip it over, there in gold letters is the model of my new broom*
"A FIREBOLT, WOOOOOOOOHOOOOOOOOOO, I GOT A FIREBOLT. EVERYONE COME AND LOOK WHAT I GOT."